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 Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:46 pm
*Absentmindedly traces the blistered scar on his forehead with a fingernail, scratching gently* Feels like it.. I've been fussing at this old thing all week, tearing at it in my sleep... doesn't hurt, hasn't in a decade, but I feel..... uneasy. *Shakes his head, chuckling* Your file says you might know how that feels, judging from your history.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:51 pm
Well, I didn't get the cool decoder scar. *He mused, nodding to Harry's scar* But I got my fair share of Him. Fought him three times...lost on the fourth....
*Takes another drag, violet eyes looking a shade darker as he caught Harry's gaze with his own*
You think it's just stress that's got you worrying it, or... *Smiles in exasperation with himself shaking his head and looking away as he smokes* Sorry. Gettin' paranoid.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:55 pm
*Laughs suddenly, dropping his hand over his eyes* Merlin, I feel loads better that I'm not the only one who jumped on the 'might be a sign' thought. I thought I might be paranoid on my own.
*Pauses, fingers still blocking his gaze* Do you like to dance?
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 10:59 pm
*Smiles and licks his bottom lip to lightly fuss at the piercing there before taking another drag*
Yeah. Music is life, right?
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:02 pm
We should go out after we eat. *Stretches his arms back a bit, cracking a grin* I swore off raving recently, so you'll have to keep me in check.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:05 pm
Why would you swear off dancing? *Shakes his head, faltering for a moment as he looked him up and down*
Can I make an observation? I'm a bit of a people reader...
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:07 pm
Well, I reckon dancing's alright as long as there's no glow sticks and tank tops involved... *Chuckles* Was never into drugs, too awkward I guess, but I can get myself pretty lost...
*Nibbles on his thumbnail, considering the other male* Alright, sure.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:10 pm
This whole..*Gestures with his cigarette, black and blue nails flashing with flecks of glitter under the light* Look you have right now...
It's a recent thing, isn't it?
You just... You seem like such an old free soul sort of bloke...not this weird...trying to be a soccer coach dad. 'm not trying to be rude, or anything, it's just the way you carry yourself.
Seems like you're just trying to appease the "correct parenting" gods..
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:12 pm
*Smiles, but the gesture seems somewhat forced* Probably.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:15 pm
I just.... It's probably my dad talking, or even Sev because Merlin knows that man was never himself... I just..
I hate seeing someone so beautiful be so miserable just under the surface. It's your eyes that give it away.
*Looks away again, taking one last drag before crushing the cigarette into the ashtray*
But what do I know about being yourself.. I'm sorry. My mouth runs sometimes, gets three steps ahead of me.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:17 pm
That's alright, happens to everyone. *Resumes scratching at his scar* Food's here. *Nods at the waitress as she returns to their table, lowering two plates and two glasses of wine*
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:19 pm
*Considers the wine before drinking a good third of it, cursing himself mentally for being so damned blunt when he barely knew the other man*
Good wine..
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:23 pm
Yeah.
*Fiddles with his food for a moment before clearing his throat*
Anyway. Yeah, I made a few changes. My son.. both of my sons were involved in a mess recently with a classmate, and the situation kind of cornered me into admitting what a crap father I've been. Then my daughter went and dyed her hair and carved a boy's name in her thigh... my ex-wife's never in the country, and I just.. sort of... I'm working on it. *Scratches his scar, a tinge of blood on his nails*
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:27 pm
Blood. *Touches his own forehead to show him where before glancing down at his own plate*
I read about that.. Nasty sort of hex.. That sort of stuff happens everyday though... Duels, curses...bad boyfriend choices, sort of a thing we have to deal with in our world...
I wouldn't blame yourself completely.
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Posted: Thu Dec 16, 2010 11:31 pm
Er. *Draws his fingers away, and scrambles to get a napkin and dab it away* Yeah, thanks. Doing that a lot lately.
I wouldn't trade my kids for anything, but Christ, I changed their diapers, saw their first smiles, and now they're angry, hateful teenagers. *Sighs and pulls the napkin away to assess the blood* S'a bit overwhelming being a Dad.
We've stumbled on some serious topics tonight.
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