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Post by Silver Blackwood on Nov 21, 2008 19:26:52 GMT -5
What could Silver say to that? He couldn't very well argue, and he knew Dare well enough to know that he meant his words, that he truly believed them. Silver could have debated, asked how Dare knew that Michael hadn't done this before, but he'd never seen Dare like this before. He'd seen him moody, defensive, touchy, seen him swear to the heavens, but this... he saw something that he couldn't define.
Silver looked away, then down at the toes of his shoes, unsure of his words. It was so much easier with a quill in his hand, with nothing but the two of them and the parchment they wrote on. But Dare had said he loved Michael. That deserved a response, didn't it? "This is so weird." Silver closed his eyes a moment. He hadn't meant that.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 21, 2008 19:53:06 GMT -5
Dare couldn't hold back a low, halfhearted chuckle. The nerves from going over all this was killing him, and though Silver's response was undeniably stupid, Dare couldn't fault him for it, and he needed the release of tension enough not to pick at the words. "You're telling me," he said at last, shaking his head slightly at the whole thing. "I want you to be cool with this, Silver," Dare said, looking back at his brother. "It isn't going to blow over." He still couldn't tell his brother about the rings.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Nov 21, 2008 21:57:50 GMT -5
Silver couldn't look back up at Dare just yet. It isn't going to blow over. He loved Michael. He wanted it to be hard to take in, and it was in some ways, but in others... if someone meant that much to Dare, then Silver couldn't hate him, couldn't carry a grudge for something of which he only knew half the story. He sighed heavily and glanced up at his brother, then out into the corridor again. "If he means that much to you..." Silver paused, his brows narrowing a moment before he went on. "I want to get to know him," he said.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 21, 2008 22:02:22 GMT -5
Dare's lips curved lightly as he looked back at his brother. "Thank you," he said softly. It was all he wanted from Silver, the acceptance he hadn't gotten from his father. "I'll see what I can do," Dare said. "We'll work something out." Dare paused, then added, "I'm working now, in Hogsmeade, so I'll have to see when we can all get together. I'm DJ at the Bloody Mary." Dare let that settle a moment, watching his brother's face pale even further as he made the connection. "How are you holding up?"
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Nov 21, 2008 22:16:15 GMT -5
It was so humiliating. Even his brother knew. Silver was almost surprised that it hadn't gotten into the Daily Prophet, but there hadn't been a gossip column in months, and before that, he and Dare had been at Hogwarts for another few months before allegedly being introduced. They'd already had a pretty good grasp on the castle by then.
But Dare had asked him a question, and there was no getting out of answering it. "Totally copacetic," he answered. Silver kept his gaze firmly out in the corridor for a moment, then dropped his gaze to his shoes again. "I wasn't with her that long anyway."
Silver stopped Dare's obvious comment about that not mattering and looked up at his brother, meeting his eyes. "I liked her, yeah, but I couldn't say I was surprised, you know? I'd been warned." He'd been told how addicted she was to Chase. He'd been stupid to think that he could compete.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 21, 2008 22:24:50 GMT -5
Dare shook his head and glanced back into the corridor before returning his gaze to his brother. "Don't look at it that way, Silver, it'll drive you crazy." He couldn't tell himself it had been doomed from the start, or that step forward would have accomplished nothing. "She left him for you in the first place, Silver. Michael didn't even think it could be done and you managed it. If it didn't work, it wasn't because you weren't good enough. It wasn't because that jerk was better than you."
Dare couldn't tell his brother how upset Dru had been that day she'd told him and Michael. He wouldn't rub salt in the break-up, but he would see if he could prod Silver a little bit out of the misery he'd obviously been wallowing in.
"If you'd get out once in a while, maybe you'd meet one of those other girls who mauled you that first month. They sure as hell didn't act that way with me." A complete truth. He'd met maybe two girls, then he'd met Michael. The girls just hadn't been interested in him. Maybe it was a sign, not that he needed one anymore.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Nov 21, 2008 22:30:41 GMT -5
Dare blinked at that news. He knew his brother was better looking than he was, and better with people, despite his penchant for secretly mocking them. He didn't understand it. Maybe they could tell Dare was gay? That didn't seem right, though. He'd never known until Dare had told him, and he was Dare's brother. Besides, that still didn't explain why the girls had come after him. Silver shook off that thought. "They aren't around anymore," he pointed out. "I haven't seen most of them." And the ones he had seen were Dru and Annabelle, and he was avoiding both of them. "It doesn't matter," Silver said, shaking his head. "I'm fine."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 21, 2008 23:04:47 GMT -5
"Bullsh~," Dare said softly. He couldn't imagine that Silver really was fine, but there was really nothing he could do about it. He didn't know anyone to fix his brother up with, and any advice he gave would be discarded and forgotten. "I'd bet there's ten pages in your journal that say you're still working on it, am I right?" Silver had been invisible for months, and Dare could only guess that most of that time was spent holed up in the forest writing.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Nov 21, 2008 23:12:48 GMT -5
Silver frowned at that. There were far more than a measly ten pages, but he wasn't about to tell Dare that. "Fine, I'm still working on it, are you happy?" he asked rhetorically. "I'm not as bad as you seem to think, though." Silver looked back at Dare then. "I'm not sitting around pining for her any more than I'm sitting around loathing her. I tried, I failed, it's over, and right now, I'd rather be talking about your love life than mine." A sure sign of how much he didn't want to talk about this.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 21, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -5
"All right, fine, I'll drop it," Dare said, as though making an enormous concession to Silver. He'd just wanted to know his brother was all right, and it seemed like he was. "So, do you really want me to talk about my love life again, or would you rather hear that Markise and Brindle are at Hogwarts? Or have you already run into them?" Dare didn't know how much of anything Silver actually knew. It seemed like he always picked up odd things, and never seemed to grasp the more obvious ones.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Nov 21, 2008 23:39:37 GMT -5
"Yeah, I ran into Brindle like a week ago," Silver said. "She told me she and Markise had transferred and that they'd seen you." He dropped his gaze. He'd known that Dare's best friend--or his old best friend, as the case might be--was in England, and he hadn't so much as stopped by wherever he might find Dare to ask how everything was. He did so now, and listened to Dare's brief explanation, which mostly involved him trying to get Michael and Markise to get along. Silver nodded his head, wondering how Dare hadn't guessed that would happen. And Silver hadn't even known about whatever happened with Dare and Markise until that last time they'd talked.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Nov 21, 2008 23:48:51 GMT -5
It took a while, but eventually they were caught up enough that Dare could consider leaving. He dragged a promise out of Silver not to hide from him so much anymore, and to at least consider meeting with him and Michael sometime, then let his brother go before turning to go his own way.
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