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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 28, 2010 22:35:43 GMT -5
Lyric nodded and looked off down the narrow corridor they were in. There wasn't really anything he could say to that. He didn't have a list of questions to ask and even if he had, he wouldn't have pushed his luck any further than he already had.
After a moment, he looked back at Jamie curiously. Why was the guy talking to him? He had a flickering moment where some pathetic part of him wondered if someone else might be lonely enough to talk to someone he didn't really care to talk to. But no, this guy probably had tons of friends, or at least followers. He probably had a couple girlfriends. And he probably wasn't going to let Lyric go anytime soon.
Lyric was more off-balanced than he knew, lonelier than he could have recognized, and desperate for some kind of connection. He'd thought he had one for just long enough to crave it, and since he didn't consciously know what he craved, it was easy to misinterpret. It was easy to slip just that much further into himself. This could get him let go or it could get him a black eye, a fat lip, and a painful hex. None of that mattered, though. For however brief a moment, for whatever fraction of a second, maybe he could pretend he had something he knew he'd lost forever. In an instant, he'd leaned forward and pressed his lips to Jamie's.
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Post by jamie on Apr 29, 2010 16:55:46 GMT -5
Jamie was just about to say something else when he felt the sudden hot pressure on his lips. His eyes floated closed and his lips parted as that more familiar tingling sensation erupted through his body. It took him a moment to realize that he was being kissed, and a few more moment to realize who it was that had ambushed him like that. He couldn’t remember what he was going to say, whether it was a snide comment or a more subtle observation.
After having been caught off guard and so engulfed by the kiss for what seemed like hours, but was more likely to have been nothing more than a mere second, reality hit Jamie. Everything about it was wrong. They were in the middle of a corridor near the Entrance Hall in broad daylight, for chrissake! What if someone saw? How the hell did this guy even know? Jamie had only ever came out to Jory, and he really trusted Jory not to tell anyone else. Which brought him to his next point: whoever this guy was, he was not Jory…so why did he even kiss him? And why had Jamie let him? Finally, this was the same psychotic person who had tried to pick Jamie’s pockets, the same guy Jamie was about to defenestrate, so when did he think it was okay to just up and kiss him?
Jamie gained control of himself again and shoved the guy away from him with one forceful push. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He demanded angrily. He clenched his fist and his jaw, ready to take Bill out.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 29, 2010 22:38:58 GMT -5
Lyric stumbled back into the wall, the force of it knocking the breath out of him. His sunglasses slipped, but he was too stunned to think of righting them or to wonder if someone might finally wander by who knew he wasn't supposed to be here.
"I... I'm sorry," he said. Nothing else came to him. What was left of his mind was spinning, wondering if he'd imagined a moment when he'd been kissed back and wishing he could have stopped time there. It had been nothing like kissing Jory, nothing like kissing Quinn. This guy could crush him and he was in a sea of confusion. Part of him wanted to cave, wished it would happen again and he could be swept away and forget without the other things he'd been trying to get, but part of him wanted to fight, to see how explosive it could get and whether things would crack and it would happen again.
He opened milk-chocolate eyes and looked at Jamie over the lowered rim of his sunglasses. His tongue swept lightly across his lips. Whatever came, he deserved it for the thoughts he couldn't control.
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Post by jamie on Apr 30, 2010 22:13:30 GMT -5
Jamie’s head was spinning and his heart was beating so fast he was afraid that it would just stop working. His lips were buzzing and heat rose to his face. He was mostly still stuck in a state of confusion that he couldn’t shake, but somewhere in the back of his head he heard a voice question whether or not Jamie really let the kiss happen, even encouraged it. His immediate thought was Hell no, but yet another nagging voice told him differently.
His mind jumped between, It’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known what was going to happen. You did nothing wrong. to How could you let that happen? You should have stopped it before it happened. How could you do that to Jory? To yourself?
In an instant, Jamie was headed straight towards this guy. He had every intent on taking his confusion out on Bill. He shoved him into the wall and held him there firmly by the shoulders this time. Jamie w as just about to raise his fist, when his eyes found his way to the brown eyes in front of him and it made him pause. His eyes lingered there for a moment before exploring the guy’s face and finally settling on his lips. He had a feeling he’s seen him before, though never really talked to him. Maybe they had a class together or Jamie just passed them in the halls. Either way, he had a feeling he’s seen this guy before and somehow the name Bill didn’t fit. “Who are you?” Jamie asked, although this time it sounded less demanding and more like a curious question.
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Post by Trent Frey on Apr 30, 2010 23:22:34 GMT -5
"Bill," Lyric whispered. "No one." He was terrified, his skin was crawling from the contact, but he felt alive. His heart was thudding so loudly that he wondered if Jamie could hear it. His mind had followed the path of Jamie's gaze and his lips tingled.
Nothing about the guy pinning him to the wall was familiar beyond this meeting. For the time he'd been at Hogwarts he'd kept to himself, staying outside near the treeline at first, then taking to deserted corridors to be alone. Very few people knew him, and he'd only talked to a couple.
All he could think of was how nearly overpowering Jamie was. His reply was less about further deception and more a mindless response. His gaze dropped to Jamie's lips, that raised fist half forgotten.
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Post by jamie on May 1, 2010 20:01:48 GMT -5
Jamie barely heard his response as the realization of what really happened finally hit him completely. His eyes broke away from his lips, slowly lifted to his eyes, his hair, and then searched the corridor they were in. There were a few people walking, but they were all the way at the end, probably too far away to notice anything was happening where Jamie was.
The heat in Jamie's face went from being confused and shocked to being from anger. His jaw tightened and he bit down on the bottom part of his lip so hard it started to bleed slightly. He was dizzy and shaking when he threw the punch.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 1, 2010 20:44:39 GMT -5
All Lyric saw was a field of stars, then darkness. He hadn't eaten in days, terrified of being caught and sent back to that hellhole, and he'd been truthful in saying he hadn't been back at Hogwarts long. It was a wonder no one had caught him already, but as he went limp with unconsciousness, as a bruise began to flower along one side of his jaw, there wasn't a thought for anything. Only the pressure of Jamie's arm was holding him against the wall.
((he'll be out a minute or two. if you drop him he'll fall. enjoy))
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Post by jamie on May 1, 2010 20:53:39 GMT -5
"Oh, sh~!" Jamie cursed as he felt the weight of Bill's body in his arms He panicked and almost completely dropped the limp body on the ground, but caught himself. His eyes widened. He hadn't intended on punching that hard, or at all. Anger got the best of him, anger that was still present but subdued my the rush of panicked thoughts. He could see color begin to form on the side of the guy's jaw in a bruise and wondered if there was any worse damage.
"Oh god what now?" He muttered frantically. He began mumbling off his options. "Help...I need to get help...Didn't mean to...Hospital Wing..." He wasn't familiar with the Hospital Wing or the extent of Bill's injuries. What would he tell anyone he asked for help. He kissed me so I punched him...No, he didn't want to say that. It wasn't anyone's business what had happened, really.
Jamie lowered the guy onto the ground and then bent down next to him. He lifted his head up slightly to get the blood flowing again. "Come on, come on!" He said frantically. He ignored the questioning eyes of a pedestrian walking buy. Jamie hit the side of the guy's cheeks lightly. "Come on, wake up!" He said, now pleading.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 1, 2010 21:09:31 GMT -5
Lyric's mind was numb when he started to flow toward consciousness. Had he fallen asleep somewhere? He felt the light slap against his cheek and winced, turning his head away and finally dislodging his sunglasses enough to fall off. He didn't want to wake up. Existence was pointless and he'd had a moment of peace he was quickly losing.
His pleading to stop was soft and incoherent, but after a minute or so he opened unfocused eyes. They stopped on Jamie and his brows drew slightly together. For that brief moment, he was still too groggy to remember.
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Post by jamie on May 1, 2010 21:15:55 GMT -5
Jamie was just about to give up and go find someone for help. He'd figure out some story to tell them to get them to come. Right before he did, he noticed the sunglasses slip off and the eyes opening. A sigh of relief rushed out of him. "Bill, can you hear me?" He called. The anger he had felt when he first threw the punch and thoughts of if Bill might try fighting Jamie were escaped from his mind at the moment. "Can you hear me?" He repeated. Jamie held up two fingers. "How many fingers am I holding up?" Jamie had no idea what to do with someone who had been unconscious, he had only seen someone do a similar thing in a movie.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 1, 2010 21:30:02 GMT -5
"Huh?" Lyric asked, completely confused. Where was he? Who was that guy, he didn't recognize him from the hospital... It took a brief moment to make the connection and for the time since he'd left to filter back into his brain. He wasn't at the hospital, he was at Hogwarts and the last thing he remembered before waking up was this guy's angry face and a moment of blinding pain. Fear replaced confusion in his eyes.
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Post by jamie on May 4, 2010 17:04:32 GMT -5
At first, he questioned whether or not he had imagined it, but when he realized he didn't, relief flooded through him. "Oh, thank god." Jamie said breathing a sigh of relief when he heard that Huh?. He ignored the feared and confused looks on Bill's face. "Are you alright, man?" Jamie asked to ease his own fear. He was so relieved he probably could have swooped down and given Bill another kissed, but he refrained considering that's what landed them in this mess in the first place.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 4, 2010 18:36:08 GMT -5
Lyric blinked, suddenly aware of how close they were and the position he was in. "Yeah... fine," he said. He tried to gather his thoughts, but couldn't think of what to do or say. As far as he could tell, he'd just been knocked down and now Jamie looked relieved. Or maybe he looked like he was thinking about a kiss. Lyric blinked again and his gaze dropped to Jamie's lips for just a second before skirting away. "Can I... can I get up?" he asked. His head was still fuzzy, but the stone floor was hard and cold.
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Post by jamie on May 4, 2010 19:37:14 GMT -5
"Yeah." Jame said, letting go of him. He stood up and offered a hand to help him up. "Uh, are you sure you can? I mean, are you gonna be alright? Maybe you should get checked out in the Hospital Wing." He said in a string of words. Jamie had a terrible temper. He thought he was getting better at controlling it, until this punch. He hadn't realized how hard it was when he threw it and winced and he saw the darkening bruise form on the side of Bill's jaw.
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Post by Trent Frey on May 4, 2010 20:06:42 GMT -5
"No, not the Hospital Wing," Lyric said, fear rushing into his eyes again. "I'll be fine. Been through worse," he added, the words softening as his gaze lit on Jamie's hand. The moment before he moved was far longer for him than the handful of seconds it actually took. He weighed the idea of willingly accepting physical contact against the likelihood that he'd fall if he tried to stand just yet, and though his chest tightened with a combination of fear, self-loathing, and undeniable adrenaline, he raised his hand. It hovered over Jamie's for a split second, then pressed down, curving tightly to hold on. Everything in him screamed with the conflicting sensations of terror and a desire for physical contact, and it left him reeling as he struggled toward his feet.
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