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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 22, 2009 23:28:40 GMT -5
It was only Monday and Markise was already longing almost desperately for Friday night. It was the only time he really felt alive anymore. During the week he existed, he went to classes and did his work, but Friday night... He lived for the London club scene. The coming Friday was heavy on his mind as he made his way from class toward the Great Hall.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 22, 2009 23:34:13 GMT -5
The days since Michael had talked to Dare had been a veritable torture. They had barely talked, much less touched, and it was taxing Michael's energy worse than his lack of sleep and the bad eating habits he had started. Sometime during the weekend he had very nearly given up, it even seemed that Elouai understood something was wrong, as she hadn't been herself. Her ears stayed low and her tail didn't wag like it had before. How could he keep any kind of hope when even a puppy wasn't happy?
It was some strange stroke of luck that he saw Markise there in the corridor, and there was only a moment's debate before he made his decision to go up to him. "Markise," he said when he came up close, hands shoved in his pockets and his head down. His hair covered his tired, bloodshot eyes, and his clothes were dark and wrinkled from lack of care.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 22, 2009 23:42:04 GMT -5
Markise's eyes widened when he recognized Michael's voice. His footsteps quickened, and he juggled his books in one arm to search for his wand. "I don't want any trouble!" he called, only flicking a glance over his shoulder. He blinked, thrown off-guard by the fact that Michael didn't look threatening, but he preferred to err on the side of caution. Michael had seriously tried to injure him last time they'd met.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 22, 2009 23:47:14 GMT -5
"No!" Michael said, picking his head up and shaking the hair from one of his eyes. "I need to talk to you, I want to apologize," he continued, trying to catch up. He realized that Markise would be able to help, that he, not Markise, had been in the wrong the last time they had talked. He pulled his hands from his pockets and held them up at shoulder level, hoping it would be enough to tell Markise that he wasn't going to do anything.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 22, 2009 23:54:04 GMT -5
Markise didn't want to stop, but he did anyway, with obvious hesitance. Why would Michael apologize to him? Yes, the events of their last meeting occurred to him, but as far as he could tell Michael had probably wanted to attack him from the first time they'd met. Markise glanced both ways down the corridor to mark the nearest escape. Maybe he'd become a little paranoid since... Ariel... but he felt completely justified for it. He didn't say anything, but waited, watching Michael suspiciously.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 23, 2009 0:00:10 GMT -5
Michael stepped closer, then stopped a few feet away. "You were right, I was wrong," he said, exhaustion showing in his voice. "I was stupid, I should have listened to you." He felt like he was reciting lines, but it was the best he could do with everything going through his mind. "Can I talk to you?" he asked finally, dropping his arms carefully. He really didn't want Markise to get freaked and run. He desperately needed someone to talk to, it felt like Dare was all he had.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 23, 2009 0:08:11 GMT -5
Markise blinked, trying to let Michael's apology sink in, but it didn't do anything. It certainly didn't make him feel any better, considering what the whole thing had been about. It didn't feel like an apology at all, just a toll to get him what he wanted. Can I talk to you? Markise wanted to say no, that it didn't matter to him. Dare didn't like him anymore and any feelings he might still have were most definitely not returned, nor had they ever been. Michael hated him. Why should he say yes?
His brows knitted together as he answered his own question. Because it's Dare, and even if he hates you, you still love him. Idiot. "I've got nothing better to do," Markise said. He idly wondered how bad Michael had let it get before he'd actually moved his ass to do anything.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 23, 2009 13:04:27 GMT -5
"I talked to Dare like you told me to," Michael said, "That night." Or at least, he had tried to talk to Dare. "We had a fight, we've barely talked since..." he said, looking up at Markise. He had no idea where to go from there, or how Markise was supposed to help. Did Markise still want to be with Dare? Michael didn't know that, either, but he had no one else to turn to. His red eyes pleaded for some kind of understanding or help that he wasn't sure would be given.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 23, 2009 14:51:58 GMT -5
Markise felt a streak of malicious pleasure at that. He bit his tongue on an I told you so. The way Michael was looking at Markise right now annoyed the piss out of him. Michael wasn't nearly good enough for Dare. He didn't understand him, didn't know him nearly well enough, and he just accepted that what he saw was all there was! And when it got hard, he went crawling to Markise to fix things!
"Well I haven't talked to him since that last time at the club," Markise said, looking away. "He's not going to listen to me, that's why I went to you in the first place." He kept his gaze far away from Michael's so Michael wouldn't be able to see the emotions playing across his face. He only kept Michael in his peripheral vision in case he decided to attack again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 23, 2009 15:05:12 GMT -5
"But he won't listen to me, either," Michael said, dropping his eyes. "He kept saying that it wasn't a problem, that I didn't understand what he was going through." Markise had to help, even if they had fought, he was still Dare's friend. One fight wasn't enough to ruin a friendship, was it? "There has to be some way you could help," Michael said, coming closer to Markise. "I mean, he yelled at me," he said softly, more to himself than for Markise's ears.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 23, 2009 15:11:01 GMT -5
Markise's gaze flashed back toward Michael at the movement, and he reflexively stepped backward, taking what space he could. He did not feel comfortable having that guy in arms' reach. He made himself focus on the conversation though, at least enough to form a response. "He yelled at me too, and I yelled back. Wha'd'you think he's gonna do, hit you? And do you understand? Have you ever been addicted to anything?" Other than being a whiny emo bitch?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 23, 2009 15:19:22 GMT -5
Michael's eyes shot up to Markise and narrowed. "Yes, I have," he said, though he had never really considered it an addiction before. Thinking on it, though, the label made sense enough. "Me and him both have been through horrible things, and that was what he said I didn't understand. Not the potions." Dare was his chance to finally get away from those things, and it had worked, he loved and was loved and was able to move on finally. Now he was lost.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 23, 2009 15:25:03 GMT -5
"Oh," Markise said softly, shifting just a bit farther from Michael again. Markise had no desire to question what horrible things Michael might have been through, and was worried about getting attacked again if he didn't produce an answer soon, but he really didn't know what to do! He was silent a few moments, then spoke again, hesitantly. "Not to be nosy or anything, you don't have to answer this, but um... how'd you get rid of your addiction?" It was something Markise would like to know for his own addictions, should he ever get bored of them.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 23, 2009 15:30:36 GMT -5
"I turned myself in," Michael said, watching Markise. Even to someone he hadn't known, facing the threat of prison or worse, he had known he needed to get out of it. Markise knew now about his past, there was no reason to hide it. "He has someone willing to talk to him and help, but he refuses to accept it!" It didn't take much to move on from thinking about himself and back to Dare.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 23, 2009 15:36:20 GMT -5
"That's because he likes his addiction," Markise said, completely exasperated with Michael. He knew exactly what Michael had been referring to with himself, and he couldn't see how that could be considered an addiction. He wasn't about to ask, though. "If something's fun, and it's not hurting anyone else, and it's not hurting you, and it makes you feel better, why would anyone want to stop?" That was something Markise knew firsthand. He liked having a few drinks when he went out, even if he did feel crappy on Saturday morning. He could sleep late anyhow. "I don't see why you think he'd want help."
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