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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 15:18:05 GMT -5
Michael shrugged slightly, feeling just the beginnings of tightness in his skin that would only get worse. "I suppose you'll just have to guess," he said, starting in on the things he could see reflected in the window on the paper. "Maybe we just fell asleep in the sun." He shrugged as he focused on his own reflection.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 15:23:11 GMT -5
Dare's brows rose in unison. He couldn't see why it was that big a deal to just tell Emilian. It wasn't like they'd been there to do anything inappropriate, even if things had shifted that way after a while. But if Michael was going this particular route, then Dare wouldn't just blurt it out. "Maybe it was a charm gone wrong," he suggested, his gaze flickering over Emilian, then dropping to his paper. He thought it was fairly obvious, but then, maybe Emilian hadn't noticed that Dare's sunburn extended into his clothing.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 15:31:09 GMT -5
Emilian looked over at Michael, trying to remember why there was a strange feeling about the day before when he thought about it. Then it came to him. Dare's hair hadn't been straight. "Michael, shame on you, not reminding him to put anything on." Of course, he couldn't remember the last time Michael had been swimming, at least not with anyone. He was always so self conscious about that Mark of his.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 15:37:01 GMT -5
"That is most definitely not my fault," Michael argued, glancing back at them. He hadn't remembered, how was he supposed to remind Dare to? "I didn't have anything anyway," he added, shrugging and looking back down at the page in front of him. He was feeling the regret of not doing it, though, both because of earlier and because of the tightness in his own skin.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 15:42:01 GMT -5
Dare's gaze rose again, surprise showing on his face from both Emilian's response and Michael's. "I can take care of my own sunblock," he said, if either of them was listening. "I just forgot, and I burn easy." Those last words sounded a bit too petulant, even to Dare's ears, and he bit his tongue to keep from saying any more, focusing instead on beginning to shade things in on his paper. But really, Michael wasn't his keeper.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 15:56:43 GMT -5
Emilian grinned and watched Dare for a second, "I guess you'll remember next time, won't you?" Though, it was hard enough to imagine Michael going once, much less again. It, more than anything, told Emilian how close the two of them were, because Michael never showed anything. For once, though, it didn't give him a sour taste in his mouth.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 16:00:38 GMT -5
Michael looked over at Dare, an almost smile coming to his lips. He made a mental note to bring block with him the next time, whatever Dare said about being able to do it himself. Besides the fact that it would be for himself as well. "One of us is bound to," he said, watching Dare for a second longer before turning his eyes back down to the page where his face was only partially formed.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 16:06:22 GMT -5
"I can remember my own sunblock," Dare snapped, then, hearing himself, closed his lips tightly. He had to concentrate to keep from dipping his head low, to keep his hair out of his eyes enough to see what he was drawing. He didn't know why, but everything was frustrating him right now. Emilian was posed just right, Michael was here, he should have been fine, but he felt as though his nerves were drawn tight. "Ignore me," he said, lowering his voice to a normal level. "I'm just drawing."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 16:17:12 GMT -5
Emilian raised an eyebrow, "A little touchy over the sunburn, are we?" he asked. He hadn't really seen Dare get angry, or snap, so it was odd to see it. Usually it was Michael getting aggravated with whatever was going on. He glanced over to Michael to see if he could get an idea for what was going on.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 16:22:23 GMT -5
Michael's eyes widened and his eyes darted up to Dare. He licked his lips and hunched down slightly in his chair, looking down and letting his hair fall around his face. While he didn't know for sure what was wrong, he automatically connected it to the morning and what they had talked about. If Michael wasn't fine with everything that had happened, it only made sense that Dare would still be tense, but he had no idea what had been said to cause Dare to snap.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 16:28:35 GMT -5
Dare's jaw tightened as he bit his tongue against some acidic comment that didn't need said. He looked at his paper for a long moment, gathering himself enough that he wouldn't be glaring when he looked up at Emilian again. His mind had returned to Michael, though, to exactly the subject that Michael's mind was on. Michael had said that it wasn't like everything else, where he'd just had to get used to it. It hadn't felt right. So obviously Dare was feeling more than Michael was; if it wasn't physical, it had to be emotional.
Dare didn't speak, but drew, pouring himself into blocking off colors. Soon enough, he was going to have to shift the conversation to get the right expression on Emilian's face, but at the moment, he couldn't drag his thoughts away from Michael long enough to decide what he was going to say.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 16:38:20 GMT -5
Emilian followed their lead and fell into silence, fighting down his need to push to either find out what happened or pick at them even more. He wished he could read minds, to find out why they had come in so tense, and he wondered if it had anything to do with their swimming or the marks they had on their necks.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 16:42:44 GMT -5
Michael wanted to talk to Dare, to try to find out what had happened to make him act the way he was. He didn't stop his hand as it went off to the side and started drawing another face off to the side of his own that was only half finished. What was going on with Dare? He needed to find out, but didn't want to interrupt his work to do it, there would be time to figure things out.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 16, 2008 16:49:07 GMT -5
Dare continued drawing in silence, but when he got to where he needed to begin the details, to give his blocks of color a face, he couldn't think to do it. Emilian looked quiet and somber, not at all what he needed. And Dare knew he wasn't going to be able to pull himself up enough to pull someone else up. He tossed the pastel he'd been holding into its tray, then leaned heavily back, frustrated for all of a fraction of a second before searing pain tore through him and he straightened again, swearing sharply under his breath. Dare turned slightly, glaring at the chair, then shook his head, letting his hair swing into his face. "I'm going to have to finish this tomorrow," he said tersely. "I'm just distracted." Dare had already begun packing up his things.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 16, 2008 16:57:46 GMT -5
Emilian stared blankly for a second before sitting up, his eyes darkening. "Work out whatever the hell it is bothering you, tomorrow might be the last chance you have," he said, standing up somewhat bitterly. Not that he was leaving the day after, but he didn't really think he would want company his last day or two, other than Adara. And there was always the chance that he would be pushed to leave.
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