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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 18:34:14 GMT -5
"Oh, wow, sorry to hear that," Dare said. He gave Keith a brief look of comisseration. "My mom died when I was in fifth year. There was... a break-in, when we were all home but Dad, and she got attacked." To make a long and miserable story short. "We had her for a year after that." It was weird how distanced he felt from all of that now, like a bad dream. "How's yours? Do you ever get to see her?"
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 19:02:47 GMT -5
"Yeah, I get to see her every couple of weeks now, dad goes to see her more often," Keith said. "I mean, it sucks, but I don't remember much of her from before. It's worse for you, sorry about yours, too." He wondered, not for the first time, what it would have been like if the two of them had met while single. It was little more than a whispering consideration.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 20:33:43 GMT -5
Dare suddenly felt lucky that he'd gotten to know his mother as long as he had. He didn't say as much, knowing that wouldn't help Keith, but the feeling was there. Still, his mother would never meet Michael, would never get to hold her grandchildren. It brought up too many thoughts with no real answers.
"So what's your mom like? Is it hard to see her?" If she wasn't at home, she couldn't be well, so it almost felt like intruding to ask, but she was alive. Dare suddenly felt the oddity of his children never having a mother at all.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 20:42:07 GMT -5
"She's...okay, I guess. I mean, she knows people if they visit her often enough, so me and dad, a few close relatives, she knows Matthew a bit, but her memory is pretty bad for the most part. Some days it's worse than others, and she can't control her magic, that's the biggest thing." That was why she was in a home more than anything else. Keith didn't remember the beginning, before they had figured out a way of controlling outbursts, any memory of being rushed out a second before she lost control had been thoroughly blocked. "She's sweet, she's always so excited to have us visit, she'll make the nurse bring tea and everything..."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 22:02:45 GMT -5
Dare nodded his understanding. It had to be hard for Keith. His own mother had been in the hospital for a while, too weak to really do much, but she'd been mentally there. He sighed, and for a moment, remained silent.
His thoughts were interrupted by a smooth touch against his hand, and he blinked in surprise. He turned to see that the vine had stretched over the edge of its pot to caress him, and after a moment's embarrassment, he sat straight, pulling his arms back in front of him. He cleared his throat.
"So, uh," he started, eying the vine warily, "if you feel like going out sometime, I've got some money to burn and a new club getup to buy." Now that he'd actually been to Keith's club he had some ideas what he wanted to wear.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 22:05:24 GMT -5
That pulled Keith out of his thoughts and he grinned. "Yeah? I was thinking, your birthday's like...end of the month or something, isn't it?" He couldn't remember exactly when it had come up, but considering the depth of things they had talked about it wasn't surprising he knew. "Because I've got an idea."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 23:01:53 GMT -5
Dare's brows arched behind his fringe. "Yeah, it's the twenty-eighth," he said. "What are you thinking?" Since he'd been in Europe, his birthdays—the ones that counted—had been spent mostly in bed with Michael. He hadn't done anything with friends since he'd turned sixteen.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 23:06:16 GMT -5
"Well, every year near Halloween there's Rocky Horror Picture Show showing back home. Ever heard of it?" Keith rarely went out into the muggle world except for the odd club every now and then, but this had become a tradition a few years back and he had no intentions of missing it this year just because he was a country away.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 14, 2011 23:15:40 GMT -5
"What do you mean, a showing?" Dare asked. "Like, your friends watch it on a t.v.?" His parents would have flipped to know he'd seen it—if either of them had known what it was—and it was bizarre hearing about it after all these years. It had been a random freaky movie at a party he'd been to, and though he'd loved it, he'd forgotten it entirely. Or maybe not. Things like that tended to stick.
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 14, 2011 23:19:27 GMT -5
Keith laughed and shook his head. "Not exactly. It's got this huge cult following and every year they play it at a theater. Everyone goes and dresses up as one of the characters, and you sing your character's lines while the movie goes." It was always good fun, and everyone got into it, there was a lot of enthusiasm and not a lot of judgement.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 15, 2011 0:57:50 GMT -5
Dare's eyes rounded. "No sh~, dressing up?" He realized that he remembered more than he'd thought, and his eyes unfocused as a parade of scantily-clad characters sauntered, strutted, and swayed across his mind. "Oh my God, I wish I'd seen it more than once."
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 15, 2011 10:50:56 GMT -5
Keith shrugged, "It's not a big deal, they're just there to have fun, I had never seen it the first time I went. I was just packed into a costume and dragged off." And it had been so much fun. Well, of course it had, he was still doing it four years later. His only question now was if he wanted to stick with his character or if he wanted to branch out.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 15, 2011 11:00:08 GMT -5
Dare looked back at Keith, as though only just realizing that Keith would have dressed up, too. "Who did you go as?" he asked. It was no use trying to guess when he could hardly remember the characters, but his first random thought was the creepy hunchback guy. Why?
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Post by Keith Evans on Oct 15, 2011 11:26:57 GMT -5
"Well, he wanted me to go as Rocky in those little shorts, but I said I wasn't going out in public in something like that," Keith said. "So he showed me some pictures with little paragraphs about the character and I went with Riff Raff instead. That's the hunchback dude." He was glad he had chosen that one, he got to act creepy the whole night and for some reason everyone thought it meant he wanted to be danced on.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 15, 2011 11:51:35 GMT -5
Dare chuckled and grinned at Keith, but kept his little victory to himself. It would be a mess trying to explain where he'd gotten the idea. "So I guess I've got to pick a character," he said. As much as he enjoyed camp and a little exhibitionism, he wouldn't go out in a gold lamé speedo either, but it seemed a little egotistical going with Rocky's creator. Still... He looked at Keith, as though he could get an answer without speaking his question.
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