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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 21:31:42 GMT -5
Ariel didn't want to leave, wanted to stay there with that guy that had so much in common with him, but was so very different. He looked into Markise's face, wondering if he knew how close he had been to leaving, to not turning around. Wondered if he knew that if Ariel had left then that would have been it, he never would have come back. He highly doubted it. "Where were you going, anyway?" he asked, searching for something to say.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 21:36:39 GMT -5
Markise blinked, then looked back up at Ariel. "I don't even remember," he said. He turned slightly, leaning back against the wall and trying to get his emotions under control again as he thought about it. I was stuck on that stair for so long..." His eyes closed briefly. "History of Magic." Nothing exciting. "It's got to be over by now." Markise gave a rueful chuckle. "I guess I'm done for the day."
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 21:46:42 GMT -5
Ariel moved to lean against the wall beside Markise, closing his eyes against everything that had happened; his mind was still trying to sort through it all. "This castle's insane." It was going to take him weeks to learn how to get around it without getting lost or, he glanced over at Markise, getting stuck in false stairs. "Our school was set in a cliff side." Once a river had run in front of it, but it had long before changed its path to go a to the west of them.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 21:52:17 GMT -5
"Really," Markise asked, looking up at Ariel. "That sounds pretty cool. Well, except for the no water thing." That sounded like an utter rip-off, especially for someone who loved swimming as much as Ariel apparently did. "Ours was pretty much sitting there in the sand. It was an hour's walk to the beach, but it was worth it." They'd made the walk fun, anyway. "What did your school look like?" he asked. He really had no idea about Australia other than kangaroos and stuff.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 21:58:29 GMT -5
"Not much from the outside," Ariel said, "On the inside it was all earthy brown, like a cave. We had these little balls that hovered in the corners for light, torches or fires were suicide in there. Deep down we had a pool, after my fourth year people all but stopped going to it, had it practically to myself." Of course, that was the year people had started going in on him about his name, when things had started going downhill, and so the guys especially had avoided the area when they knew he would be around.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 22:04:36 GMT -5
Markise's lips formed a silent O as he tried to picture it. It certainly seemed to fit Ariel, with its rough exterior and all that precious water buried deep inside. Markise's lips curved slightly at the analogy. Ariel did seem really nice when he wasn't fighting himself. "Ours was built like an old Spanish mission. It had the bell in the tower, big courtyards, it was pretty nice." Markise's smile fell. "Until I went and told people." He kept himself from finishing that sentence. Ariel knew, and Markise knew that Ariel probably didn't want to hear the words.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 22:13:14 GMT -5
Ariel shoved his hands in his pockets and looked over at Markise. "People just assumed with me, thanks to my mother's wonderful choice for a name." And the fact that he shaved everything, but that was beside the point. It wasn't even the way he acted that had done it. Of course, that girlfriend hadn't helped matters much the next year.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 22:16:52 GMT -5
"I like it," Markise said, looking aside at Ariel. He rolled the name from his tongue, trying it out. "Ariel, it just feels good to say it, and hell, a man that can carry a name like that is more of a man for it." Markise felt the same way about pink, a terribly underused color in men's fashion. It was so versatile, from soft and mellow to vibrant and alive. Actually nothing like dark, brooding Ariel, whom he also liked.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 22:22:24 GMT -5
"I'm just glad dad kicked in and gave me a decent middle name I can use instead," Ariel said, moving right over what Markise had said, though he did like how his name had sounded coming from those lips. He didn't know for sure about his name, all he knew was what his brother had told him, and little bits and pieces from his dad, nothing from his mom.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 22:27:41 GMT -5
Markise shrugged. "Whatever polishes your wand," he said, "but I think I'll keep calling you Ariel, at least when no one's in hearing distance." He'd do that much for Ariel. Markise's lips curved again. He couldn't get over how different Ariel was from anyone else he'd known. He projected this massive tough-guy exterior, and all the good stuff was just sitting there, waiting to be discovered. Like water deep in a cave.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 22:36:11 GMT -5
Ariel wrinkled his nose at that, but didn't say anything against it. He did like how Markise said his name. It was odd hearing it in a tone like that, when he had gotten so used to it being said in those teasing, mocking ones from his peers, or in anger or a stern voice from his brother. He pulled his left hand out of his pocket and ran it absently over his right out of habit. "So what do you do?" he asked, "Other than kiss straight guys."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 22:41:53 GMT -5
Markise laughed, the sound naturally husky from its balance between masculine and feminine. His eyes glittered up at Ariel with the tease. "Well, when I'm not throwing myself at straight guys," he said, teasing back, "I'm into music and fashion mostly." He straightened his lips and tilted up his chin defiantly, though his eyes still gleamed. "Make of that what you will," he said, then let the defiant look go. "Oh, and I'm a bit of a Quidditch groupie. You don't fly, do you?" he asked, his lips quirking again.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 22:47:29 GMT -5
Music and fashion. Ariel raised his eyebrows at that, but made no comment, and shook his head in answer to Markise's question. "I did back in second and third year, played Chaser, but then I got into swimming, and a little running." More than a little running, but he didn't do near as much running as swimming, it had still been enough to keep his skin darkened from the sun.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 22:54:13 GMT -5
Chaser. That was so much infinitely hotter than Keeper. Markise looked away from Ariel at that arch of the eyebrows and chose to focus on what he'd said instead. He didn't want to hear about how his leisure pursuits were feminine, or easy, or a waste of time. He silently dared anyone who thought designing and making a functional pair of pants was nothing to do so. And if their pockets didn't unravel, they got a gold star.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 23:03:29 GMT -5
Ariel leaned his head back against the wall and watched Markise, debating for a minute before letting himself ask. "So am I in fashion or am I a nightmare?" he asked, his eyes sparkling faintly in humor. He rather liked the way he dressed, and he distinctly remembered Markise commenting on his belt, but just the belt was different that the outfit as a whole.
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