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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 21:48:30 GMT -5
Dare was, as promised, ready to go when he reached the jewellery shop the next day. Michael had told him last night that he wouldn't be coming, so there was distraction removed, not to mention all the stresses they'd resolved. He was in good spirits when he reached the living room, looking forward to drawing, and to seeing Michael afterward.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 17, 2008 21:54:47 GMT -5
Emilian let Dare in and walked over to the chairs that were still in place from the day before. "Where's Michael?" he asked, then, as a side thought, "I need this again?" He gestured to the robe he had decided to leave in the living room, it was useless to keep it in the bedroom when he was pretty sure he would need it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 22:01:18 GMT -5
Dare glanced at the robe, then up at Emilian with a brief nod. "Same as yesterday," he said, then grimaced lightly and rephrased. "Same setup as yesterday," he corrected. Dare headed back to the chair he'd sat in yesterday and sat, flicking a glance at the spot where Michael had been. He dropped his gaze and turned his thoughts toward the portrait as he brought out his supplies. "Michael had some things he needed to do," he said simply.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 17, 2008 22:04:37 GMT -5
Emilian decided it wasn't worth it to push for answers on what Michael needed to do that he couldn't come down and merely nodded. He stepped over to the robe and pulled his shirt off, changing it out for the robe and settling down into the chair the same as the day before, propping his head up on his hand with his elbow on the arm of the chair.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 22:08:00 GMT -5
When Emilian had sat, Dare looked critically down at yesterday's drawing, then up at Emilian before setting his sketchbook aside and standing. He crossed the short distance, then bent, his eyes focused as both hands rose, smoothing hair into place as close as he could get to yesterday's arrangement. When he was satisfied, his hands lowered to adjust the fall of the robe against his chest.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 17, 2008 22:23:43 GMT -5
Emilian couldn't help but watch Dare, his face and his hands as he concentrated. "You're cute when you're concentrating," he commented, grinning as he said it. He had debated saying something about Dare's hands, but decided against it, as he didn't want things to immediately turn that direction. Even if what he had ended up saying wasn't much better.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 22:29:54 GMT -5
Dare blinked at the break in his concentration, his eyes flickering up to Emilian's, pausing, then dropping off to the side. If he'd thought that Emilian meant anything other than a tease, it would have been incredibly uncomfortable, but instead, he felt his lips curving slightly. "Thanks," he said, just a hint of laughter in his voice. He finished straightening a lapel, then stepped back, gave another long look, and turned back to his seat. He honestly couldn't think of a better response than that, so he sat and picked up his sketchbook, pausing and shaking his head lightly, still smiling just a bit.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 17, 2008 22:36:51 GMT -5
"Don't tell Michael I said that," Emilian warned, though he kept his voice light. "I don't want him coming after me or anything." He knew how Michael could be, and the idea of a jealous Michael, while oddly amusing, wasn't something he wanted to experience the day before he left. He didn't really mean anything by it, other than perhaps a way to say he wasn't bitter at Dare for the relationship.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 22:44:15 GMT -5
Dare looked up from his sketchbook to Emilian, his eyes serious, but not entirely. "I didn't tell him what you said at the cafe," he replied simply. He could have sworn Emilian was hitting on him then, but Dare knew he hadn't meant it then, either. Well, he knew that now, anyway, since seeing Emilian with Adara.
Dare nearly cleared his throat and changed the subject, but he decided this was good. It was conducive to the right expression, anyway. Dare picked out a few colors, glanced up at Emilian, then started drawing, smoothing over some of the slight differences between today and yesterday. You're cute when you're concentrating. Dare's lips curved again. "Feel free to talk," he invited.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 17, 2008 22:49:53 GMT -5
"Giving me an open invitation to talk?" Emilian asked, his eyes sparkling. "You should know me well enough to at least know that's not a good idea." He could think of a few things he could talk about, some of them definitely not appropriate, especially considering who Dare was. His mind went back to the day they had first met in the cafe, he had all but forgotten it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 22:53:50 GMT -5
Dare's lips quirked. "Do your best," he said. "I can hold my own. The worst you'll get is a change of subject." He knew he was inviting trouble, but it was going in the right direction, so far. Dare's hand moved quickly across the page, filling in this shadow and that line. As much as he loved Michael, he knew he wouldn't be getting away with this if he were here.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 17, 2008 23:04:47 GMT -5
Emilian smirked at that answer, "Well, I'll have to see what I can pull out of my little hat of tricks." He watched Dare as he thought, trying to think of something at least a little appropriate, and deciding not to push the issue of Michael. At least not yet. "So have you been with many guys before?" he decided on, not much, but he knew he could expand on it if he needed to.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 17, 2008 23:13:17 GMT -5
Dare's gaze flickered up at Emilian, then back to the paper, his lips pressing tight a moment as he tried to decide what to say. But Emilian already knew the end result, so was the backstory really much of an issue? "Not many," he said at last.
Dare didn't know what he'd expected, and he didn't know why he was surprised that Emilian had jumped straight into personal territory, especially considering Dare's invitation, but he had been surprised, all the same. Who had he ever talked about that part of his life with? Actually talked about it? Michael and Markise. That was it. What he'd mentioned to Silver hardly counted. Silver was his brother. Dare felt like he owed Silver explanations. On some things.
"Got anything else?" Dare asked, raising his eyes to Emilian's again, one brow lightly arched. Yes, he was pushing it, but he wanted that gleam to stay in Emilian's eyes. It was a small price to pay for incredible art.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Sept 18, 2008 8:55:45 GMT -5
Emilian was disappointed with the answer, though really, it was a yes or no question, so he shouldn't have been. He didn't answer immediately, but when he did, he raised an eyebrow. "What about girls? Or are you fully on the road less traveled?" he asked. Dare didn't strike him as fully gay, then, Emilian had met guys that were that he would never have guessed, so there was always the chance.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Sept 18, 2008 9:19:30 GMT -5
Dare blinked and glanced up again, though he worked to keep his focus on his drawing. "I like girls," he said simply, pausing a moment as he navigated a tricky area of Emilian's hand. Aside from Michael, Dare preferred girls, but he didn't think that was appropriate to volunteer to Emilian. Still, in the interests of furthering the conversation, Dare decided he had to say something more, and preferably something interesting. Unfortunately for his mouth, his mind was mostly concerned with an area of shadows on the page. "You just don't meet many guys who wear cherry chapstick," he said absently.
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