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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 21:55:28 GMT -5
Michael knocked on the door and then walked in without really waiting for a reply. He felt bad about it, but he couldn't wait for it to be over with so that he didn't have to be with Emilian more than needed, the day hadn't been great so far, excluding the last of his time with Dare, and he didn't see being with Emilian making it much better.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 22:01:21 GMT -5
Dare was trying not to think about the morning at all. If he thought about it, he'd just get frustrated, and he needed to be focused on drawing, not on why Michael didn't want as much intimacy as he did. At the least, Michael hadn't let go of his hand, though. Reverting back to that basic comfort kept him grounded, and kept him from letting his mind slip too far. He was here to draw. Dare turned his mind toward the pose he had in mind, and how in hell he was going to get the facial expression he wanted without Michael getting aggravated.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 15, 2008 22:10:10 GMT -5
Emilian had only just called a reply to the knock when Michael and Dare walked in. He rolled his eyes, "Of course you can come in." Of course, he didn't actually care all that much, not when he had rarely knocked when going into Michael's room when they were younger. When he had gotten the alert that someone was coming in, he had hoped it was Adara back, but he was only slightly disappointed to see the two instead.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 22:15:22 GMT -5
Michael resisted rolling his own eyes, "Like you really care." He didn't think Emilian ever really cared, so long as they weren't barging into the bedroom. That led down a dangerous path and he quickly moved on to other thoughts. "I did knock," he said, raising an eyebrow. He smiled and glanced over at Dare, shifting to shut the door.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 22:21:02 GMT -5
Dare's brows had risen, but he caught Michael's smile and relaxed a bit, despite the tension in the room. All of a sudden, he realized he was still holding Michael's hand and recalled how...pissed Emilian had been yesterday, and wondered if it was wise. Dare gave Michael's hand a light squeeze, then let go, shifting a bit on his feet. "I have your portrait ready," he said, hoping that would raise the mood a little. He didn't know how much of the discomfort in the air was him and Michael, how much was him and Emilian, and how much was Michael and Emilian, but it was thick enough to cut.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 15, 2008 22:28:55 GMT -5
Emilian's eyes brightened at the thought of the portrait and momentarily everything left his mind that could have been bothering him. He had mostly gotten over his aggravation from the day before, though it wouldn't take much to bring it back, and was in as good a mood as he could be in considering he knew he only had a couple of days left before he had to leave. "So do I get it now or is it ransom to make sure I do what you want?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 22:36:03 GMT -5
Michael looked at Dare when he pulled his hand away, feeling the loss of warmth more than he probably should have. He didn't really think that it would have changed much, considering there had been no taunting or anything beforehand. He hadn't realized how much the simple action had been keeping at bay until it was gone and things started to come back to him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 22:42:28 GMT -5
Dare's lips curved. His eyes gleamed, and his lips parted to say that he hadn't been, but it was such a good idea he was going to after all, but he remembered yesterday, and the gleam faded. His lips closed for a moment before he spoke. "I'll give it to you now," he said simply. Dare drew his wand and summoned a pocket-sized dark-wood frame, ornately carved, and gilded here and there, surrounding Adara's portrait. "It's charmed to act as a miniature," he explained, then tapped the edge lightly with his wand. The frame expanded back to its original size, and Dare stepped forward, offering it to Emilian.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 15, 2008 22:50:17 GMT -5
Emilian watched, then accepted the framed portrait, bowing his head slightly towards Dare as he did so. When he looked up to thank him again, he noticed Michael nearly in the background, seeming to almost want to fade away. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing, though he was certainly curious. His eyes turned back to Dare, "Thank you, it's perfect, it really is." Then he dropped his gaze back down to it, taking everything in again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 22:53:00 GMT -5
Michael was all but in the background, feeling almost like an outsider as he watched the exchange, though he was surely only feeling like that because of how the day had been going so far. Everything seemed unfinished to him. He crossed his arms low over his body, keeping his sketchbook pressed tight under his arm, like he was trying to keep it from revealing all his secrets.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 15, 2008 23:04:20 GMT -5
Dare returned Emilian's gesture, inclining his head slightly and keeping his lips firmly pressed. He wasn't going to let himself start rationalizing again. While Emilian was looking at the portrait, Dare turned to look at Michael, his brows creasing at the expression on Michael's face, at his posture. What's wrong? he mouthed, hoping that Emilian would keep looking at that portrait just a bit longer, just long enough for him to try to sort things with Michael.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 8:32:06 GMT -5
Emilian glanced up, and bit his tongue. He turned with the portrait and went over to prop it up on the desk against the wall. Whatever was going on, he didn't care to get involved, his pride still stung from the last day's activities. He wasn't going to risk them just leaving, Adara wanted the portrait, he knew, and he wasn't going to jeopardize that, at least until it was already underway.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 8:35:50 GMT -5
Michael had been watching Dare, so he couldn't even pretend that he didn't see the question. He shook his head slightly, then brought a hand up to his temple to tap it lightly, just thinking. It was a quirk of his, he would obsess over things, and the morning was something, in his mind, worth obsessing over. Somewhere he knew that it wasn't fair to do it, but no matter how many times he reminded himself that Dare had said it was fine, he couldn't fully accept it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 9:11:02 GMT -5
Dare watched Michael critically for another few moments, then gave a light nod and turned back toward Emilian. He had an idea what Michael was thinking about--he was thinking about it too, in the back of his mind, where he couldn't push it any farther--and there was nothing to be done about it right now. Dare took a deep breath, then addressed Emilian. "So, I'm pretty much ready whenever you are," he said, shifting his mind forcibly back to art.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 9:20:08 GMT -5
When Emilian turned back to look at Dare, he could feel the tension in the air, and his eyes moved from Dare to Michael a few times before settling on Dare. "Just tell me what to do," he said, though his eyes flashed faintly at the knowledge he wasn't in complete control of what was going on. He tended to lose the control when he was with Dare and Michael. His mind went back to the first time he had met Dare, back in that cafe.
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