Have Your Forever, He Said (Dare/Emilian)

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian shrugged again. "Pleasure, wealth, liquor." There were plenty of things to do rather than worry about love. His lips curved as he turned his attention back to Dare. "More pleasure. No point in living for one thing." Because then when that was taken away, what else was there?

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

"They why am I happy, and you're not?" Dare countered. "I live for waking up next to someone I love, and yeah, sex, but that's just part of it. Have you ever been happy when you weren't f~ing? And what the f~'s with your inability to believe anyone could stay together? When did your parents divorce?" Never, Dare knew. He'd seen them, and as creepy and unpleasant as they were, there had definitely been things between them besides animosity.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian snorted at the question. "They were put together," he said, promptly dismissing the couples of the older generation as a viable example. "I wasn't aware we were talking of fabricated marriages and feelings." Emotions were fleeting, they didn't stay for long, they got old and stale, unwanted, and they disappeared.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare rolled his eyes. "Fine then, your parents, who I've met are just faking it. By the way, you ought to start looking at hair replacement spells now, and watch the gut from all those booze and pleasure." He took a step backward, then turned on his heel to walk away, fuming.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's eyes turned to ice and narrowed at that. He was determined not to turn out looking like his father did, but considering his grandfather had had the same issue, he didn't have much choice in it all. "Really, now, you have to resort to that? I thought you were smarter than that." He might have smirked again had he not been so very annoyed.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare turned again, but kept walking in the same direction, backwards now, as he raised his arms and one finger in a rude gesture. "Michael doesn't beg me to f~ him for my brains," he said, then turned smoothly to continue on his way. Yes, it was immature, but Emilian pissed him off. There was no convincing the bastard of anything, so he'd thrown what insults he could and called it done with.

[Emilian Sota]

"I definitely believe he begs you to f~ him," Emilian returned. That so wasn't Michael, and though Michael had certainly surprised him, it was hard for him to believe that Michael would do anything like that when he remembered the guy refusing to so much as talk about it for so long. "You're pretty but you're not that pretty."

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare raised a hand to throw a one-finger salute over his shoulder. He didn't care if he was pretty, he'd never aspired to be pretty, and if that was the best Emilian could do, he had no clue who he was talking to. And no, Michael had never, and probably would never, say f~ me Dare, I beg of you, but Dare could see that look in his eyes that did all the begging for him. "You don't know him anymore," Dare called.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian rolled his eyes, though Dare wouldn't see. He would always have the privilege of saying he had known Michael far longer than Dare ever would. Ah, but it didn't count when they weren't talking, did it? "Give him a kiss for me, would you?" he returned before he continued walking. No, he wasn't following Dare, this was the way he had been going in the first place.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

"You're the last f~ing thing I'll be thinking about," Dare said, then threw a glance over his shoulder at the sensation of being followed. There was Emilian, coming toward him again. "Don't you have anything better to do than wish for Michael to be miserable?" Dare asked, stopping. "Less than one percent of Britain's civil partnerships break up and you're so f~ing sure it'll be us because... because of what? Because no one knows him like you do? Because you're the only one who deserves him? F~ that."

[Emilian Sota]

"Whatever," Emilian said as he came up on Dare. "Whoever said I wanted Michael miserable?" He had come to terms with Dare and Michael being together, and then they had to go and make it all "official" and it had just broken any acceptance he may have had. "Hell if I wanted him miserable it wouldn't be too hard." He passed Dare and barely spared him a passing glance.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare sent a heated glare into the back of Emilian's neck. "You're the one wishing for his marriage to fail." He paused a moment before realizing he was going the same way Emilian was, and his glare deepened. He cursed under his breath, then took a few long strides to catch up, tucking his thumbs into the pockets of his hoodie to keep from just throttling the bastard. "Why do we piss you off so much?" he demanded. "What's your malfunction?"

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian glanced over at Dare and shrugged. "I don't remember having much issue with the two of you," he said. At least until they had gotten married. Well, announced it, but details... Him and Michael had acted much the same as they always had once they had made up and started talking again.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare snorted. He remembered something entirely different. He remembered Michael being hesitant to tell, then Emilian blowing up and storming out. He remembered a fistfight on the floor, shouting, Michael leaving, more fighting, and a quick, unanimous removal of Emilian's name from their civil partnership guest list.

"Yeah, all right, fine," he said. "You're happy as all f~ for us, and that's why you keep singing your lame-ass song about us not lasting another year. You know what? F~ you." Dare stopped, and raised his wand arm. He'd take the effing Knight Bus and owl Michael that he'd gone home.

[Emilian Sota]

"Yeah, I had a f~ing issue with you two getting married," Emilian said, stopping to look back at Dare. It had been what, half a year when they told him? Sure, he had made that vow with Adara, but he hadn't even thought about proposing until months later. "Who wouldn't?" He didn't think there were many people that would encourage someone to jump into anything like that.