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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 23:22:22 GMT -5
At the invitation, Markise looked Ariel over, slowly, from his shoes to his hair. "You're no Armani," he said, "but you're no nightmare either. The distressed look is in, except for those shoes, but your hair more than makes up for it." He loved how tumbled it looked, and how it curled against his upper back and shoulders.Markise reached up his hand and twisted one of those brown-gold curls around his finger, then released it.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 19, 2008 23:27:51 GMT -5
Ariel stuck one foot out, tilting his head at the shoe, his eyes flicking to Markise when he felt that finger in his hair. His eyes fell back down to his shoe when the hand retreated and his eyebrows came together. "I love these shoes," he said, tilting his head the other way and switching feet. "I've had them forever." They were thoroughly broken in, he barely could tell he was wearing shoes anymore, and he had ran in them plenty of times in the past. Sure, they were a little dingy, but it didn't take much for white shoes to look less than perfect.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 19, 2008 23:48:45 GMT -5
"They look like it too," Markise said, then shrugged lightly. "You're the one who asked." He'd been gentle in his criticism, too. For everyday fashion, Ariel's clothes were nice--or rather, they had been nice once. Now they were old and worn, a common problem with guys. Something got comfortable, and they couldn't bear to part with it. The hand that had just left Ariel's hair twirled into Markise's instead, toying with the fine, silky strands. "Like I said, though, with hair like that, no one's going to be looking at your shoes." Markise let himself look at that hair as he leaned back against the wall, recalling how good it had felt to tangle his hand into it. His tongue swept briefly over his lips at the memory.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 12:46:06 GMT -5
"Well then, I'm really glad I didn't cut it all off during the winter like I thought about doing," Ariel said, reaching up and running his hand through his hair. He had been really close to doing it, too, considering all the grief he got about it. Out of the whole school, none of the guys had had hair nearly as long as his. "I guess it was summer for you..." he added absently. He was slowly realizing just how hard it was going to be to get used to being in Hogwarts. It was supposed to be summer when the holiday season came around.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 14:42:30 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved at that. He let himself pretend that Ariel was glad he'd kept his hair because Markise liked it, not because it was fashionable. Well, maybe not that fashionable. It was a little overlong, but Markise thought it gave Ariel a rakish air that he found undeniably attractive. "Winter's going to be hard for you, isn't it?" Markise asked, though the question was rhetorical. "Do you even own a coat?" Markise didn't know much about the Outback, but from what he'd heard from Ariel, he couldn't imagine you could even get a coat there.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 18:42:56 GMT -5
Ariel nodded, "Yeah, I have a jacket." Jacket, coat, same thing, weren't they? They really hadn't needed anything much at his school, and on the odd day it had gotten a little cool the jacket had been plenty. He looked back down at his shoes again and then tilted his head at Markise. "Why?" He knew that it got cold in the winter there, but it couldn't be that bad.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 18:58:49 GMT -5
Markise's lips curved again into a slow half smile. "You'll freeze your ass off with a jacket," he said. "Though you could wear your little jacket under a good coat, and that'd help. Then you'll need gloves, a scarf, and a hat." Markise's gaze moved over Ariel's hair again, settling at the top of his head. "It'd be a shame to hide all that under a beanie, but I can see you wearing one." Markise knew exactly the kind of jacket Ariel likely meant, and it wouldn't do anything against December. It'd probably lose its warmth in November. He'd try warning Dare again, but Dare had shrugged it off last time. He had a scarf, thank you. Markise couldn't seem to explain the difference between decoration and functionality well enough for him.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 19:58:40 GMT -5
Ariel raised an eyebrow and then shrugged, "I'll survive." He didn't have much choice anyway, not with the small amount of money he had. He couldn't afford winter clothes, his jacket would have to do, that and maybe a cloak he could bum out of the laundry. But he wasn't about to say that he couldn't afford to buy a lot of new clothes, even if he supposedly needed them.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 20:07:28 GMT -5
Markise rolled his eyes. "Maybe I should have been more specific when I said I was into fashion," he said, looking back up at Ariel, then down the line of his body. "I design fashion. And I make it. Cloth is incredibly cheap, by the way." No, Markise hadn't forgotten Ariel's mention of his brother being a cheapskate. "You'll freeze your ass off if you don't have a coat and give new meaning to the term blue balls. I'd recommend taking advantage of me." Markise's lips curved at the double-entendre.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 20:22:04 GMT -5
Ariel wondered if Markise had intended to send his mind reeling with that last line, then mentally checked himself, of course he had. "If what you make looks like that," he said, eying the clothes Markise was wearing, "I don't want it." He didn't realize how potentially rude it sounded, but he wasn't going to wear anything like that, it was, if not the direct opposite of what he liked to wear, pretty close.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 20:33:18 GMT -5
Markise's jaw dropped, and his brows drew together. That would be rude even if he hadn't spent hours on the shirt, and altering the pants for the perfect fit. "Fine, then freeze your ass off," he said, straightening from the wall. He turned and headed down the corridor again at a clip, muttering furiously about wasting his time, guys like that, and making something for Dare instead. Every time he thought he'd gotten somewhere with Ariel, Ariel pushed him away again. Markise had already done that with Kwami, and he wasn't interested in doing it again, even if Ariel's kiss drove him insane with pleasure.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 20:51:07 GMT -5
Ariel stood for a second, shocked at Markise's reaction. What in the world had he said to get that kind of reaction? He thought over his words as he pushed away from the wall to follow. When he pulled up close enough to touch him, he grabbed Markise's arm and pulled him around. "What the hell was that all about?" he asked, his eyebrows coming together in confusion. All he had meant was that that style wasn't him, so what had made Markise up and leave?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 21:00:50 GMT -5
Markise's eyes blazed, but behind the wall of anger was hurt and vulnerability he couldn't hide, even if he didn't want it to show. "I didn't insult your swimming!" Markise exclaimed, wrenching at his arm for all the good it did when Ariel was stronger than him. He seriously considered reaching for his wand and zapping himself free, but he couldn't bring himself to do it, even as angry as he was, when he knew what that spell meant to Ariel. "Let. Me. Go." He wasn't anyone's bitch anymore, and he wasn't doing this again, he wasn't! Dammit, of all the times for his allergies to act up!
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Oct 20, 2008 21:14:14 GMT -5
Ariel let go of Markise's arm, "I don't remember insulting your abilities, either." And was he crying? "All I was saying was I wouldn't wear that, and if that's what you were planning on sticking me in, I wasn't going for it. It's fine on you." He couldn't fault Markise for his ability, either, since Ariel hadn't even realized that the clothes were hand made.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Oct 20, 2008 21:35:55 GMT -5
Markise growled with frustration. "You're..." He bristled with indignation, trying and rejecting one word after another. "Impossible!" he finished. The tears hadn't fallen yet, but they were swimming in his eyes, just waiting for him to blink and set them free. It's fine on you. What kind of backhanded complement was that, anyway?
"Why in hell would I make you a clone of me? Fashion isn't about looking like everyone else, and if I wanted to have sex with myself, I'd go find a bathroom!" There was a heartbeat's pause before Markise's eyes widened, and his lips parted slightly, having heard himself too late. Then his mouth snapped closed, and he turned, heading down the corridor again. You did not just say that, you did not just say that, he silently repeated to himself.
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