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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2009 21:56:30 GMT -5
Dare was numb as he left with Markise, though he couldn't say that it felt strange at all. Not being with Markise, and not being numb. When they got to Markise's shop, Dare stripped and slid into the narrow bed, turning his back to the room. He didn't want to sleep, but if there was a chance...
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Post by Markise Sterling on Apr 2, 2009 21:58:51 GMT -5
Markise was pleased to realize he hadn't felt a bit of jealousy at seeing Ariel go off. What they'd done had been a nice farewell, but he had Dare now, and that was everything that mattered. He'd wanted and wished for this for years, and when he wrapped himself around Dare to sleep, he did so with a permanent curve to his lips.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2009 22:08:36 GMT -5
Dare couldn't sleep. His thumb kept reaching for a ring that wasn't there and his alcohol-soaked mind kept torturing him with flashes of things he'd seen and strong visuals of how it filled in the blanks. Just before anger would take him over completely he'd get a visual of what he'd done, and his hatred turned inward. Markise was a friend. What they'd done spring of 5th year had been an anomaly, and so had this. He was tired of living with guilt for things he had no control over and more guilt for things he had.
Near dawn, he climbed out of bed, unsteady on his feet. He had flashbacks of the Cruciatus from the stabbing pain in his head, and he felt nauseous. Pain was nothing, though. He knew it was nothing, and it always had been. He gathered up his belongings and went into the small attached bathroom, locking the door behind him. He set a hot bath running as he dug out his wand and was distantly surprised to note that there was no fear this time. It had been coming to this for years now, hadn't it? He relaxed back into the water, and with a few purposeful motions of his wand, let it do its work.
Dare woke choking on the bile that filled his mouth, blocking his lungs.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2009 22:12:17 GMT -5
Michael heard, or maybe he just sensed, that Dare had woken, and that he hadn't woken up naturally out of sleeping for long enough. His eyes snapped open and he slid his arms around Dare. He thought the dreams had stopped. He called softly to Dare to pull him out of whatever nightmare held him, willing him to come back as he had so many times in the past.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Apr 2, 2009 22:33:39 GMT -5
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