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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 7, 2009 7:20:58 GMT -5
There were several rather interesting photographs, and a few that Eros would have described as riveting, among other words unsuited for mixed company. Luckily enough, he was with Mano, who didn't mind the occasional colorful phrase, especially since they most definitely applied. As they went through the pictures, Eros set aside a few definite favorites. There was, of course, the one of Michael's pet and one of Michael as well, but the one that they'd gotten to now was quite revealing.
It was the first he'd seen of Michael in the role of aggressor, nearly attacking his pet on this very couch. If that hadn't been enough, just when things had really gotten going, the two had switched. Unfortunately it was, like the picture that Eros had copied from Mano's, a massive tease. The camera had fallen to the ground and one was left with a view of the ceiling before the loop began again. Eros topped off his and Mano's drinks again.
"I do so adore enlightenment," he said absently. It seemed he didn't need to ask Michael's preference after all.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 7, 2009 20:30:06 GMT -5
Mano tilted his head and nodded as he watched the figures in the picture move. He barely moved his eyes from it when he took another drink. "I wonder what this kid did to make Michael break," he asked, not really expecting an answer. Still, he wondered, since even with all of Emilian's prodding he had never budged.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 7, 2009 20:41:25 GMT -5
"Hm. Lay in wait for him like this, I imagine," Eros said, lifting the picture of the boy on the bed. He didn't truly believe so-- he could just imagine the horrified look on their old Michael's face --but he could also imagine an instantaneous reaction to such visual stimulation. "I don't know, there appear to be enough photographs of the two of them looking sick with puppy love, but I'm far more interested in these. How in hell did it happen?" he mused, rephrasing Mano's comment. "I thought I'd heard that Michael was getting friendly with that Seyrrou girl. Their families certainly have enough in common."
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 7, 2009 21:07:05 GMT -5
Mano shrugged absently, he hadn't heard much when it came to Michael until he had come to live in Diagon Alley. Well, nothing other than what had been in the Prophet, but the majority of that hadn't been believable. "I don't remember, I haven't even seen Michael since I got here." He didn't remember even glimpsing Michael.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 7, 2009 21:16:42 GMT -5
"Yes, you said that," Eros said distractedly. He took another drink as he watched the subtle motions of the boy with the colored hair. Then he pulled a sharp breath and set it back on top of the small stack he intended to get copied. "I believe I've had enough to drink," he said, though the statement didn't stop him from taking another appreciative sip. "Much more than this and I'll be lucky to apparate without splinching." A thought that still didn't discourage the alcohol-induced warmth in his veins. "Go on to the next picture." He took the switch photgraph and added it to his little collection.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 8, 2009 17:57:59 GMT -5
Mano fully planned on finishing his current drink...whichever number it was, and took another sip before he flipped to the next picture. His next sip was notably longer than the previous, but with someone like Dare looking at the camera like that, with that playful glint in his eye, it was hard to keep his already hazy mind in control of how much he drank.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 8, 2009 18:38:03 GMT -5
"Dear God, wouldn't I love to spend a weekend with that," Eros mused. "I'm beginning to suspect his Blackwood blood won out." Eros was speaking coherently, a skill he could keep up until the moment he passed out, but his words were less censored. He had no aversion to friendly relations with the occasional less-than-Pureblood, but tended to keep that quiet. It wasn't as though he'd have a relationship with one. Eros took another drink.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 8, 2009 18:55:20 GMT -5
Mano grunted slightly into his glass in agreement with Eros' sentiment. "'least he chose a good one," he commented, unsure if he would be able to make his lips form much more, especially much more that was technically appropriate. Sure, he didn't think that Eros would mind, but he hadn't had quite enough to start being completely horrible yet.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 8, 2009 19:03:35 GMT -5
"Mm," Eros hummed in response, watching the picture for some long moments. He was trying to think if he knew any of the younger Blackwoods, but was only seeing vague faces. He wasn't even sure they were Blackwood faces, so he gave them up and let himself focus on glittering eyes and a smirk that was somehow as friendly as it was smug and inviting. Eros drained his glass, and his eyes moved slowly to Mano as he set it aside. "Are you as randy as I am?" he asked.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 8, 2009 19:16:33 GMT -5
Mano finished a sip of his drink and paused, his eyes still on the picture, before he looked over at Eros, "Probably once I finish this drink." Then he turned to taking another, slightly longer drink. He still had a bit left in the bottom, but he was in no hurry. Besides, there was still another picture to look at beneath the one they were both so taken with.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 8, 2009 19:27:11 GMT -5
Eros did as he'd done with all the other pictures he wanted to copy; he pulled it from Mano's hand and moved to set it aside. He didn't get that far, though. His gaze was caught on the photograph beneath, the last one in the stack. A lightly groaned expletive escaped his lips. This was the promised land, Michael and his pet tangled together, moving painfully slow, obviously savoring every movement. Eros reached blindly for Emilian's brandy, pouring himself just a bit more.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 8, 2009 19:39:56 GMT -5
Mano's hand slowly fell from where he had gone to take another sip and his lips parted slightly. He could nearly feel the passion in the picture, in the scene that they had been kept from in so many other pictures. "Now that's something," he murmured, then forced his hand up to finish off his glass.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 8, 2009 20:19:24 GMT -5
"Indeed," Eros returned. There was little even he could say that the picture didn't say better itself. He sipped at his drink as he watched, nearly forgetting Mano. It was easy to do in the face of motions like that, so obviously inexpert and somehow more fascinating for it. There wasn't a thing in that photograph that was feigned, and so all the extra was filtered out, leaving only the most purposeful.
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Post by Mano Berwyn on May 8, 2009 20:25:17 GMT -5
Mano watched intently as the loop repeated itself time and time again, then went to take another drink, bringing the glass all the way to his lips before he remembered he had already finished his drink. It was so strange seeing a pair like them, especially considering Michael was one of them, when he was so used to much more experienced partners.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 8, 2009 20:34:56 GMT -5
It was far too hot in the room. Eros knew that it had to be a combination of the drinks he'd had and the endless erotic lovemaking in the photograph, but knowing did nothing to cool him. Eyes still on the smooth motions of bodies that radiated intense need, Eros opened his blazer and began to shrug out of it. He wouldn't make a second suggestion to Mano, but neither would he settle for discomfort in the meantime.
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