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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 9:23:34 GMT -5
Michael let out a long breath when Dare turned away and he crossed his arm over the other again. It wasn't going to be fun being there with Emilian. He sighed and gave his head a shake, sending his hair down over his eyes as he focused on some point on the floor. He almost wished he just hadn't gone, but that wouldn't have helped, so he forced that thought away.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 9:36:04 GMT -5
Dare felt himself tense a bit--this wasn't any easier than Adara, after all. If Michael wasn't there, he'd have just gone with it, and probably not given anything a second thought, but Michael was there, and he wasn't in the best spirits. Dare took another deep breath, then summoned his art box, trying to concentrate on it as he spoke, rather than on Michael's presence, or whatever reaction Emilian might have. "If you could put on...like, a shirt that'll open in front, or a robe, preferably in a dark color," he suggested, keeping his gaze on his box as he set up at one of the chairs, "I'll get things set up in here. If that's okay," he added, glancing up at Emilian. The back of his neck burned, and he knew it had nothing to do with his sunburn. He hated himself for thinking it, but at that moment, he wished Michael wasn't there, so he didn't have to see any of this.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 9:44:46 GMT -5
Emilian raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, though his yes did move over to Michael again. He nodded and turned to the bedroom. It didn't bother him, showing skin, that much was obvious by how little it had affected him when Dare and Michael had been in the bedroom with him before, but he was curious, his mind going back to how Dare had reacted seeing him the first time.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 9:51:34 GMT -5
Michael went and sat near the window, not wanting to increase the awkwardness he could already feel building from Dare's request by sitting there watching the whole thing. So he pulled out his book and the pencil closed inside, turning his head to look out over the landscape he had drawn before Emilian had known about him and Dare. He didn't feel right to do a landscape, but he didn't want to draw Dare again, either, perhaps just to attempt the illusion that he was fine.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 10:03:55 GMT -5
When Emilian was gone, Dare looked at Michael again, his chest aching at the sight of him. He wanted to say something, but what could he say? How could he make things better in the short time Emilian would be out of the room? He couldn't, so he kept his mouth closed and sat, finding a fresh page and drawing out colored pencils, pastels, and whatever else he thought he might use. Then he turned his gaze to Michael again and watched him, though he listened for Emilian's return. He intended to drop his gaze then and return his attention to art.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 13:24:24 GMT -5
Emilian didn't stay gone long, just long enough to figure out that he had already packed his button-down shirts, the few he had, and had to find a robe instead. He came out of the room to have the tension be even more obvious, especially with Michael all the way by the window. "This okay?" he asked, gesturing to the dark robe hanging from his shoulders and coming over.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 13:34:45 GMT -5
Michael had felt Dare's eyes on him, though when he had looked up Dare was working in his box. He had turned away, only to look back a few seconds later upon feeling Dare's gaze again. He wished he was fine with everything, or that he could at least fake it enough to get rid of the tension. When Emilian came in, he glanced up, then back out the window, holding his pencil though he didn't move it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 13:44:37 GMT -5
Dare's gaze jumped to Emilian, grateful for the interruption. His gaze swept reflexively down Emilian, then back up, and he nodded slightly when he reached his eyes. "Perfect," he said. He was eager to switch gears, to get started, so he closed himself off and got to business, gesturing toward the high-backed chair across from him. "If you'll just sit there," he said, then set his things aside and stood to direct. "Put your elbow here on the arm, and just relax, rest your head against your hand." He was business. He was an artist. He was keeping emotional distance so he wouldn't get nervous and screw something up.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 14:28:53 GMT -5
Emilian moved to the chair and did as Dare said, wondering for a moment if Michael was going to have a similar reaction that he had had for the drawing of Adara. Perhaps that was the source of the tension. His lips curved at that thought, it could be more than a little amusing if he needed a change.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 14:32:38 GMT -5
Michael gave up watching out the window for the moment and turned his eyes towards Dare and Emilian. He thought he could handle it, seeing Dare do what he wanted with Emilian. But his eyes turned away soon, only glancing back every few seconds as he tried his best to ignore what was going on, both with them and in his mind.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 14:39:45 GMT -5
Dare forcibly ignored the curve of Emilian's lips, as well as the occasional feel of Michael's gaze. He was just doing what he was here to do, just drawing a picture. But first, everything needed to be just right. "I'm just going to...arrange things a little, okay?" Dare asked, looking at Emilian critically for a moment. He pushed Emilian's hair back, then reached for the robe's lapels and smoothed them open a bit, just enough to tease. He stepped back for another critical look, then nodded lightly and returned to his seat, picking up his open sketchbook and a pale pastel. "It'll be a lot like the last times, only I want you to try not to move, alright?" With one last long look, Dare put the pastel to paper and got started.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 14:49:31 GMT -5
Emilian bit his tongue against saying anything to Dare while he was setting everything up the way he wanted it, though Emilian couldn't guarantee how long his silence would last. He nodded, thinking it wouldn't be that hard to stay still long enough for him to draw. His eyes darted over to Michael for a few seconds, wondering why he had even come if he wasn't going to talk or actually do anything. "What in the world did you two do to get so red?" he asked instead, when he turned his eyes back to Dare.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 14:53:53 GMT -5
"It's called the sun, Emilian," Michael said, refusing to look up at them. He had had the luck to look up just when Dare had moved Emilian's hair, then his eyes had been stuck, making him watch Dare pull apart the sides of the robe, as well. He didn't want to watch, but he hadn't been able to look away until Emilian had spoken. He put his pencil to the paper without a plan as to what he was going to draw.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 15:02:34 GMT -5
Dare arched an eyebrow as he flicked a glance toward Michael, but really, what had he expected? Everything Emilian said seemed to piss Michael off. Dare held his tongue for the moment and concentrated on drawing, but he wanted to lessen the tension. The portrait wasn't going to be any good if Emilian was glaring. "It's top secret," he said, letting his lips quirk, though the motion was absent-minded. If Michael didn't want to give Emilian any information, then he wouldn't do it, but he'd be playful about it. They were going to be here a while; they might as well get along.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 15:12:13 GMT -5
Emilian had rolled his eyes at Michael's answer, but then grinned at Dare's. "What were you two doing outside to get so much sun?" he asked, eyes sparkling in humor as he spoke, all but begging a rise, though the last time he had tried it had come back to bite him. He'd figure it out, he had confidence, it was just a matter of either getting enough clues, or making one of them angry enough to just tell him.
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