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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 14:32:45 GMT -5
Michael looked up at Dare and then back down at the path in front of them and Elouai going happily, innocently along. "I don't think people would hate us so much," he said. They would have had to come out to their friends, yes, but coming out like that or by simply walking through the corridors holding hands was so different. He couldn't imagine the hate would have been so bad. "But it made us closer." It had, and for a few blissful months the relationship had been amazing, only to go crashing down come the new year.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 14:57:02 GMT -5
Dare nodded. "It did," he said softly. It had thrown them together rather than apart, and it had nothing to do with that Gaby's ostentatiously encouraging words. Be brave and come out of that closet. We promise we won't scream! "It probably didn't help that the first time anyone heard about it she said we were..." Dare shrugged. "Stereotypical gay whores or something." It had been how many months and they still hadn't gone that far? Five? He muttered something that contained the phrase, tell her who the whore is...
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 15:07:03 GMT -5
"No, that didn't help," Michael said flatly. He really hadn't liked that. If she had just pointed out they were together it'd have been different, surely it would have been different. Of all the things she could have said, she said the one thing that was such a problem for him, the one thing he and Dare had been struggling through just the previous few days.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 15:49:07 GMT -5
Dare was silent after that. He'd somehow turned the conversation in a very bad direction, and he didn't know how to fix it. He watched Elouai instead, her tail wagging as she trotted ahead. He let himself enjoy the warmth of Michael's hand and the brush of their fingers beyond the edge of his arm warmers. Maybe they didn't have to talk. He blinked at the thought and looked aside at Michael. How often had they just sat somewhere and looked at each other? How often had they lain in the grass together?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 15:53:18 GMT -5
Michael's mind was plundering its way through memories. Somehow he had gotten over his fears, hadn't he? Well, at least for the most part. There wasn't much they could do anymore that would make him freeze. If he didn't know Dare wanted more, he wouldn't even be thinking about it, he was content where they were. He was still moving forward, though, he hadn't stopped completely, if he had then...well...he would never have done what he did the last time they had gone to the club.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 20:55:42 GMT -5
For once, Dare's mind wasn't on sex, or rather, the lack of. He was sifting back into his earliest memories of Michael. Even as they'd talked he'd seemed like such a paradox. Dare had been drawn to his eyes even before that first urge that had led to so much. It had all happened so easily, it seemed. And neither of them had really been trying. Maybe that was what had happened. No, he knew that was what had happened. They'd both tried to be so noble, putting themselves aside for what they'd thought the other wanted. Dare lifted Michael's hand again as they approached the shop, pressing a soft kiss to the back. He told himself he'd stop trying to guess and just ask if something was important, no matter what.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 21:09:12 GMT -5
Michael hadn't thought about sex in a while, hadn't been bothered so badly by the idea that Dare was angry or frustrated with him because of it. He had been preoccupied with other things. But the mention of the Daily Prophet article easily brought it all back. And so it took him a moment for Dare's action to sink in. He looked up at Dare and gave a small smile, then focused on pulling out his wand to unlock the door. His mind was still absently running through old thoughts and fears, leaving his mind scattered.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 19, 2009 21:20:46 GMT -5
Dare caught that hesitance, and for a few moments, he only wondered at Michael's distraction. Was he still thinking about that brief and poorly-chosen conversation? Had his mind moved on? "Knut for your thoughts?" Dare asked. Would Michael even tell him, though? His attention was drawn partly back to Elouai, who tugged at her leash trying to get her nose in the door. Apparently she liked the store as much as she used to. magikal05.proboards46.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=pets&thread=4090 |
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