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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 12:45:17 GMT -5
"Yes, it's true," Mano said. "I've met the boy, once, and another boy that fancies him." He would give Eros a bit of something to think about, but he wouldn't mention Markise by name. "Dare is tall, taller than Michael, with this multicolored hair and a lip ring." His eyes went out of focus for a moment as he remembered his one meeting with him. "Oh, and there's pictures." He raised an eyebrow, all but begging Eros to ask.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 12:52:33 GMT -5
Eros's eyes brightened at that, and his blood warmed in interest. "What kind of pictures?" he asked. "And I'm sure the Sotas mentioned neither colored hair nor a lip ring. But again I digress. Tell me about these pictures." It sounded as though there were pictures of Michael with his Mudblood, but Michael had always been so tame in comparison to the rest of them.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 12:55:48 GMT -5
"Well, either Michael was drugged, or he likes this boy a lot more than he's liked anyone else," Mano paused just a second more, enjoying the brightening of Eros' eyes at the prospect of new information. "Because Dare is most definitely naked in plenty, and Michael close enough. In Emilian's bed in his apartment. And in the living room. And in the kitchen." He grinned and his own eyes sparkled.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 13:02:52 GMT -5
Eros's brows rose simultaneously, and he might have called Mano an outright liar if it weren't for the smug laughter in Mano's eyes. "Dear God, in Emilian's bed?" he asked. And in the living room. And in the kitchen. "Was Emilian taking the pictures? Do you have any?" For all the unbelievable things he'd heard and read, this topped even those rumours.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 13:09:11 GMT -5
Mano chuckled at the barrage of questions. "Yes, in Emilian's bed, no, he wasn't taking the pictures. No, they were staying in his apartment when he was off in Germany learning the ropes of his girl's father's estate. And," his eyes sparked, "Yes, I do have a picture." How could he have passed up an opportunity for proof of Michael and Dare doing...that?
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 13:19:31 GMT -5
"Well, I'm certainly going to have to see it," Eros said, then paused thoughtfully. "I always thought that if Emilian couldn't manage it there wasn't much use in trying. What does he think of all this?" His mind was still boggling at the thought of pictures. He had far too many questions to be answered at once, but he could pretend to patience when the need arose.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 14:52:32 GMT -5
Mano shrugged, "Haven't talked to him about it very much. He actually thinks the mudblood's a good person, if you can get past his blood," he said, rolling his eyes. From the time he had met Dare, Mano didn't have a problem with him, but still, it was so strange. "I don't think he minds, or at least, I don't think he did, I heard there was a big fallout between the three."
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 15:07:32 GMT -5
Eros nodded, though his mind was still on that disturbing little phrase; if you can get past his blood. It sounded like a quote, though not one he ever would have imagined Emilian saying. "First Michael with risqué pictures, now Emilian not caring about blood, please don't tell me that you've, I don't know, dedicated yourself to a life of celibacy or something. And what kind of fallout?"
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 15:10:52 GMT -5
A brief, horrified look flashed through Mano's eyes at the idea of celibacy before he turned his attention to the question. "I'm not sure, all I know is that when Emilian and his girl went back to Germany, he and Dare and Michael weren't speaking." It seemed like something pretty bad had happened, but he hadn't been able to get a straight answer.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 15:22:36 GMT -5
"Dare," Eros repeated, trying the odd name out. He wrinkled his nose slightly and turned himself to something else that Mano had said. Emilian and his girl. It sounded as though the news hadn't made it this far. His lips curved slightly at the realization, and he gave Mano a look that managed to appear both secretive and bored at once. "I'm reminded of something which the Wendelins were discussing only a week ago. I don't suppose you've heard from them?" he asked, sure that Mano had not if it was as isolated here as it seemed.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 15:24:58 GMT -5
Mano raised an eyebrow and shook his head. "No," he said, simply. He wanted an answer. No, he hadn't talked to anyone, no he didn't know what had happened. But he wanted to know. "Why?" If he could just get an answer, he would be plenty happy, and he was intrigued, especially with the look on Eros' face.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 16:42:19 GMT -5
Eros glanced down at his perfectly buffed fingernails, then brushed them lightly against his shirt before deigning to raise his eyes to Mano's again. "It seems that upon visiting distant relatives in Germany," he said, pausing only a heartbeat for effect, "They witnessed some lovesick fool drop to one knee at the end of the first waltz, offering his ladyfriend the more pleasant end of the noose around his neck. She tearfully accepted, he grinned like a damned drunkard, and the rest of the night was a schoolgirl's dream of fluttering glances and an indecent number of dances where the two saw only one another. Or so I've been told." Eros paused again, one brow arching. "Care to guess who the besotted sap was?"
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 17:36:26 GMT -5
Mano's eyes widened and the smile left even his eyes. "That is something I would have to see to believe," he said, thinking back to when he had first seen Emilian and Adara together. It certainly hadn't appeared to be a relationship of love. Besides, they were talking about Emilian, and Emilian wouldn't have done something like that. If he would have proposed, he certainly would have done it in a more private setting.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 3, 2009 17:44:01 GMT -5
"Is it really any less believable than Michael taking dirty pictures with his male Mudblood lover?" Eros asked, still in disbelief at that. "Apparently Emilian is residing in the castle seat of his fiancée's father. The man was so overcome with pride that he left almost immediately after, and Emilian didn't once disappear from the main ballroom with his intended. Has he sustained any injuries to his head?" Eros asked rhetorically. He'd had a difficult time believing it himself.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 3, 2009 17:50:26 GMT -5
Mano shook his head absently, though he did mutter something about the fight with Firebrand that Emilian had mentioned. "I knew he was living in Germany with the man, apparently the man is one of the most wealthy, higher up than us definitely." He shook his head again. "I suppose it's more believable that Emilian would settle down than Michael's situation. I've not talked to him since I moved here, though."
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