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 Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 10:00 am
"Save it. I don't have time for arguing with you."
Einar never let his eye leave Lai's face as he spoke, instead watching the man's expression change over and over with the same interest someone would give watching paint dry. He gave a wave of his hand to dismiss everything Lai had been saying while he spoke, that hand later moving to rest on his forehead. He didn't know why he was so irritated, he'd been so happy just moments before, but for some reason he couldn't get past the feelings of anger and unease that clung to him like a wet blanket.
"You should drop it and move on. I'm already working on it."
Another book was closed and stacked atop the previous one, the pile growing slightly larger with each that was added with a loud sound.
"And another thing, you could have damn well asked if it was me! I knew who the hell you were before you took your mask off, but you - you couldn't even tell who I was!"
And yet another book, though this one was lifted clear off the table and thrown instead of being set roughly down atop the pile. It flew inches past Lai's face and contacted with the wall behind him, the spine breaking as the impact warped pages from their original location, and when it came to rest on the floor it clearly looked beyond repair.
"You don't think I'd wanted to see you too, to be able to spend the evening with you? You chose someone else to spend the evening with instead, when I would have stayed with you. Don't push the blame."
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:34 am
He saw red then.
"If you do not have time to hear my side and "argue", then what is to say you have time to spend with me at all?" Einar was going to be acidic? Well fine, Lai could as well. Hurt and anger mixed in his face and his stance became stiff and defensive, normally gentle eyes flashing. The Russian literally glowered at the blond and it wasn't a good look for him. When he spoke, his voice shook and before he would say anything more he would work to force that down and try to sound like the calmer one in this.
"I. . .Am not you. I am - was - happy to see you and the moment I say one thing, one!, you get bent out of shape then say you have not the time to put up with me. Well you know what? Fine. If you do not have the time to hear me out, then I will say the same for you." He made the motion to move towards the door, ready to leave and conceal himself someplace to just yell. He had been happy, but in record time that feeling had been strangled out and replaced with the uglier side of himself. As his foot came down in that first step to leave the environment, the book came flying right past his face. Instead of flinching he dropped the mask and brought both arms up to sheild his face, stumbling back and hitting the back of his head against the bookcase corner. There was whimper of pain and one hand drew back to press against the spot, eyes watering as he looked to the damaged book then to the blond.
"Th-There was a time I thought it was you then, but after all that insanity happened I felt it could not have been you. I thought you were sweet - rough around the edges, yes, but sweet - but maybe I am wrong. Would not be the first time. . ." He bit on his tongue, making himself move off the shelf, past the book and around the table where he had been giving his English lesson before this started. He was near the door, but still far enough away that it was a distance to cross before he could touch the handles and leave.
"Besides, it was a masquerade; it was only natural I would not know who you were and remember I did offer for you to go out and sit with me, but you decided to snub my offer and go knock a few back at the bar." He withdrew his hand from his hair, turning his gaze to his palm. No blood, but there would be a knob in that spot later. His hand dropped level with his other one, both of them shaking.
"You tell me not to "push the blame" as it were, but you are doing the exact same thing. What, do you think that just because I sat in the hallway with someone who was not you that I would be unfaithful? If that is the case you have a lot to learn about me, little boy, and know that jealousy will not win you any favors."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 7:41 pm
For as big as he was and how far Lai had moved away, the moment the Russian had looked back up to once again continue his tirade Einar was mere inches away from him, his stubborn and angry face wearing yet another odd expression. It looked as though he was concerned, which would be impossible since he'd been so pissed only moments before, yet the way his eyebrow hunched on his face it looked as though worry may be on his mind. He looked down quickly at Lai's hands and, seemingly satisfied over something, sighed softly as his shoulders relaxed.
"I'm just tired of this, I don't want to argue anymore. You're wasting my time, I'm wasting your time. . . which is stupid as hell, because time is broken and for all we know there is plenty of it to spare."
Einar backed away and rubbed the side of his head, his blond hair sliding between his fingers with the motion.
"And I'm not the jealous type. I'm sort of possessive, but not jealous."
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Posted: Fri Sep 25, 2009 9:21 pm
Longer legs provided a longer stride, but Lai was still taken aback at Einar's sudden appearance in front of him when he looked back up. His cheeks flushed darker than the rest of his face; force of habit when he was around the Norwegian, and the other man's changed expression threw him off for a moment. Concern for the Russian hitting his head, Lai figured that out as Einar's eye flicked down to his hand. The brown haired man sighed as well, unclenching the fist his right hand had become in that instant.
"If you do not want to argue, do not get so terse, walk off, and start shouting at me. I will stand up for myself and my side of whatever the fight is about." He didn't look as mad anymore, but Lai wasn't smiling. On the contrary, his lips were pressed in a hard, straight line and his eyes still showed sternness. He shut his eyes as he sighed, letting the darkness inside his eyelids try to calm him down a bit more. Still upset, would be for a while, but he could try to get himself back down to the civility level. He reopened them in time to watch Einar speak his last words, causing the Russian to shake his head in disapproval.
"Possessiveness is just an extreme form of jealousy." He turned just to see how close he was to the couch. Just a half-step or so in front, so if he managed to stumble he wouldn't fall far or land hard. He faced Einar again. "I care for you, and I know you care for me, but I am not something to be so greedily possessed like a trophy or...Something shiny. I am a man, not an object. I enjoy spending time with you, but sometimes my attention will be needed elsewhere." He drew his right hand up and touched the blond's cheek. "If and when that happens, just know I am not the type of person who leads one on then breaks his heart. You can trust me; understand?"
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