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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 18:05:37 GMT -5
Dare lowered his arm and turned to glare back at Emilian. "Our friends," he answered. "My brother was happy for us, my dad welcomed Michael into the family, and his mom welcomed me. Our friends hugged us and cried with us, threw us a party, they were amazing. You had issues, and you lost Michael for them."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 18:23:59 GMT -5
Emilian glared at Dare in silence for...he wasn't even sure. What felt like an hour was probably only a few seconds, if that long. "I never had Michael to lose him," he said, even though he knew it was a lie. He had had Michael, if only as a friend, but it had fallen apart because he couldn't accept that Michael wasn't the same as he had once been.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 19:15:47 GMT -5
"F~ing true, that," Dare said. He didn't bother pointing out the friend angle, since it wouldn't do any good. Nothing mattered to Emilian but sex, and since he'd never managed to bully Michael into having sex with him, eighteen, twenty, however many years of friendship or whatever they called it, was nothing. "F~ing crap friend you've been." Dare raised his wand arm again.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 19:23:41 GMT -5
"Before he moved here and f~ing changed I was there for him any time he f~ing needed it," Emilian shot back at Dare, narrowing his eyes. Yeah, he had sucked since moving here, but things were so different here and, well, and a thousand other excuses he could think up. He hadn't been the best friend, but he had stood up when it counted. Until Michael moved here.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 20:18:08 GMT -5
Dare lowered his arm. "Real friends don't put on f~ing conditions to their f~ing friendship!" he snapped. "If you only liked him for a Crucio buddy and a f~ing conquest, yeah, you're sh~ outta luck, so stop being all butthurt that he'd rather have a partner than a boss, and f~ing let him go. Let it all go."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 20:46:24 GMT -5
"If all he was was a crucio buddy and a conquest I wouldn't have f~ing cared about whatever happened with him!" Emilian snapped right back. "Why the hell would I even say anything about it if he was a conquest?" Dare had some really messed up ideas of what his and Michael's relationship had been and what he thought of Michael.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 20:54:28 GMT -5
Dare's anger was blinding him to anything he didn't want to think about. He wanted to hurt Emilian the way Emilian had hurt Michael, to knock some sense into him, to find some bit of humanity, but all Emilian seemed to want was to argue. There wasn't a single answer to be had, just goading to keep throwing out the insults he kept throwing out, then refusal to admit to any of it.
"I don't f~ing care!" Dare shouted, straightening to his full height to glower down at Emilian. "What the f~ are you arguing with me for! You say you don't care, then you do, you say you liked him before he changed, but that he was more than what he isn't anymore! Make up your own damn mind, then f~ing talk to me!" He took off again, in a hard line toward the castle, purposefully knocking Emilian out of his way with a hard nudge.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 21:18:10 GMT -5
"What the hell do you want me to say?" Emilian said, grabbing at Dare's wrist to hold him there and looking up at him. "Want me to say I loved him and wish I'd been better to him or some sh~ like that? Newsflash: it's not always that simple." He glared for a moment more before turning away to leave. There hadn't been any reason to stop and talk to Dare, in the first place.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 21:23:00 GMT -5
"He already f~ing knows!" Dare shouted after Emilian. "Newsflash: We talk when we're not f~ing. Tell me something I haven't known for two f~ing years and maybe you can earn your f~ing high-and-mighty you'll never know him like I do crap. You'll never know him like I do."
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 21:36:13 GMT -5
Emilian turned back and raised his hands in surrender. "Fine! Whatever. I know one Michael and you know a completely different one. I don't care if I never know him like you do." I miss the one I know. He missed freedom, he missed being able to lounge around all day doing practically nothing at Michael's, missed going from bed to hanging out with Michael.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 21:41:26 GMT -5
"It's the same g~damn person!" Dare shouted. He threw his hands in the air, then shifted on his feet, unable to stay still. "The Michael in that picture of you guys at the ball, that's Michael. The one after he joined the ranks, that's Michael. The one that loses his temper and wants to curse stuff, still Michael. He doesn't hate himself anymore. He's happy. That's the difference!" Michael knew how to deal with being upset now. They talked, they went out and did something. He could be happy for himself instead of mirroring his pain on someone else. From what Dare knew, the massive changes Emilian was so pissed about were for the better.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 21:51:11 GMT -5
Was that it? Could he just not take Michael being happy? Michael had rarely been happy, really happy, when they were still friends. Emilian remembered the picture Dare had to be talking about, the only one he knew of that Michael had ever kept. "Okay, okay," he said, looking away and sliding his hands into his pockets. "You make him happy when nothing else ever did." Except for those rare occasions that had only become more infrequent as they grew. "I f~ing failed at it, and you figured it all out. Congratulations."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 7, 2010 21:55:51 GMT -5
"I f~ing talked to him," Dare said, exasperated. "That's all I did. Yeah, I make him happy. He can be himself around me." Dare shook his head, then turned, shifting on his feet a moment. There was nothing he could say to Emilian. Even telling him way more than he should have hadn't gotten him anything but more sarcasm. He shook his head again, then turned back toward the castle.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Oct 7, 2010 22:03:37 GMT -5
Michael used to be able to be himself around Emilian, too, hadn't he? He didn't remember Michael being entirely guarded around him, not maybe until the end before he left for Hogwarts. His lips parted to say something else, but what was really left for him to say? It seemed like nothing he said was coming out the same as it sounded in his head when he was putting it together. It was useless to try to say anything else, instead he stood watching Dare as he tried to sort thoughts he hadn't given audience to in far too long.
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