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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2010 16:42:03 GMT -5
Michael was here because he had no choice, not because he wanted to be here in Hogsmeade. He wanted to get a book and though Anna wasn't someone he wanted to spend too much time with, her shop had a huge selection to choose from. At least it had happened quickly and he just had to get to a place in Hogsmeade where he could apparate home.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 5, 2010 16:44:18 GMT -5
Adara was out of town, back in Germany doing something or other with her father, and it had been a week. When he saw Michael, his first thought was to walk off and ignore him, but he wanted to try to fix things just a little. He could at least try, even though their last conversation had been a disaster. "Michael," he called before jogging the few steps to catch up with him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2010 16:51:50 GMT -5
Michael almost ignored the call of his name, but he hadn't heard that voice in so long that he couldn't refuse to turn. He stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow as Emilian approached. "Yes?" he asked, eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" They hadn't spoken since before the ceremony.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 5, 2010 17:01:59 GMT -5
"Just wanted to ask if you wanted to have a drink and catch up," Emilian said, taking a long look over Michael. He looked much better than he had last time they had talked, and his mind conveniently ignored the ring on Michael's left hand. "It's been almost a year." They had both grown, and maybe they could talk it out, get back some of what they once had.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2010 17:06:04 GMT -5
Michael almost said no, it was almost immediate, but he paused. He wasn't expecting Dare home for a while now, not with that owl he had gotten saying he wouldn't be home from work until late. "Why not," he said. "I'll give you another try. Just...don't talk about Dare." He didn't want to hear about how it wasn't going to work out or how he and Dare shouldn't even try.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 5, 2010 17:15:34 GMT -5
Emilian pressed his lips together and his eyes turned icy for just a moment before he nodded and led the way back to his place. He poured drinks, though his drink of choice was a little stronger than simple wine, and maybe he poured just a little more in the glasses than he normally would have. "How have you been?" he asked as they settled on the couch.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2010 17:17:28 GMT -5
The drink burned and made Michael's eyes water momentarily, and he had to pause a moment to speak. "Okay," he said, then continued, choosing his words carefully. "A lot has happened, there have been some really rough times." Like now, when he and Dare had started to fight over what was going to happen. "We generally get through it alright, though."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 5, 2010 17:49:03 GMT -5
Emilian nodded slowly, though he couldn't help but grin at Michael's reaction to the clear liquid. "There are always rough times," he said. It just took time to get over them, he and Adara had been through their own ups and downs, though he was starting to doubt his decision to propose at times. Of course, he would never admit it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2010 17:54:45 GMT -5
"Yes, there are," Michael said, then closed his eyes and took the drink in one gulp, if only to prove to Emilian he could, and to get rid of that smug grin. He coughed in reaction, but asked for another, and soon enough they were talking about old times and new times and things that had happened during their time apart, even laughing just a little. "There was this one time at a club that I got in a fight with this one guy."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 5, 2010 18:01:11 GMT -5
"No!" Emilian said, eyes wide, before he shook his head and grinned and took another drink. "I can't see you doing that." He could see Michael fighting, but not in a club. It was hard to see Michael in a club with Dare, anyway, though. "It was a muggle club, right? You, fighting a muggle?" A wand was different.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 5, 2010 18:23:41 GMT -5
"Yes! Come here," Michael said, draining his glass...how many was that? He didn't remember. He stood and reached out a hand to pull up Emilian. "He got up and was hitting on Dare, and he wouldn't drop it and I don't know, he was up close and-" he reenacted a bit, pretty well for someone that had had three, or was it four? drinks. At some point, however, the drinks caught up, and he stumbled. He laughed, "I swear that didn't happen."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 7, 2010 13:24:08 GMT -5
"Of course it didn't," Emilian teased, catching Michael before he hit the ground. Michael felt so much different than he had the last time Emilian had touched him. He may have given up long before on the possibility of having a chance with Michael, but that didn't mean thoughts didn't go off in his mind and body at having the forbidden so close again.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 7, 2010 19:33:41 GMT -5
Michael laughed as he tried to hold himself up with Emilian. "I swear! I won and everything!" The guy had left, and he and Dare had gone off and had a really good time. "It was great, you should have seen it." Emilian could go out, couldn't he? Michael had certainly been more willing to touch and feel at the bachelor party, he was feeling just as confident with himself now.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jun 7, 2010 20:13:19 GMT -5
Emilian chuckled softly and tried to ignore the feeling he got from supporting Michael. "I don't think you should have any more to drink," he said, leading Michael to sit on the couch again. He had never dealt with a drunk Michael, and he wasn't sure if he really wanted to push the limits on his first exposure.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 7, 2010 20:38:03 GMT -5
"I'm fine!" Michael insisted, and then, to prove it, he reached for the bottle before it could be put away and took a long drink. Upon tipping his head back, however, he stumbled again, falling into Emilian and tumbling them both to the couch. He started laughing, but was unable to pull himself to his own area. "Okay, maybe you're right. Maybe."
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