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 Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 3:31 pm
“It’s problematic because It bothers you or, problematic because I’m having a hard time picking a course for my life beyond school?” He tilts his head slightly. “He knows I went to Oldcastle, though I think he found it every bit as daft as anyone else who knows. Why? Are you thinking he sent me away on purpose? I talked him into this, he doesn’t know why though. I don’t even know why for certain. I’ve never wanted to go to Oldcastle before; I certainly never went out for –hiking- in my school clothes. It’s not because I was running away alright?”
He’s frustrated and likely too defensive, assuming it’s still the same topic as before.
“What do you want me to say? That I’ll leave school and join you at the Cockrell?”
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 1:02 pm
"There's not enough room for two of us at the Cockerel." It comes with a frown, though, his eyes narrowed, reading into that defensive tone -- and something else, too. The way that's phrased is somewhat dismissive, making a mockery of it.
"Do you like it at school? Have you considered other options?" And his arm tightens just a little, to keep Zac from running off.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2013 5:37 pm
“I do NOT like it at the school. The classes are well enough but you know very well I think how it can be in there.” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, conflicted about the tighter grasp. “But to make my way… It’s not so very much longer. There is a…respect from graduating from that school. It buys me time to think, surely you took some as well before you made your own choices.”
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Posted: Sat Jan 12, 2013 11:02 am
"Not really. It was sort of a do or die situation." He works his mouth, though, looking back over his shoulder instead of at Zac. Maybe to make sure they aren't being followed, or maybe he just doesn't quite know what to do with himself, in this situation. His fingers fidget, near Zac's shoulder.
"Marry the girl or get the hell out. Or at least, that was how it was expressed." His eyes resettle onto Zac's face, more serious now. "Perhaps it was a bluff."
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Posted: Sun Jan 13, 2013 5:03 pm
“I…doubt it, I doubt they were bluffing.” He sighed softly. “Ever, are you driving at something? Or just trying to tell me that I should expect this?”
He rubbed his eyes and sighed, reaching back a hand to brush his hands against the fingers that danced against his shoulder.
He didn’t want to look around, he was afraid that they might be followed and he didn’t want to care at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 9:41 am
"You asked." It is honestly offended, his attention tossed sideways to Zac. And true, too, the question had definitely been there, even if it had been more of a barb than an honest concern. He loosens his grip on Zac, finally to straighten. And immediately sways.
In this moment, it's possible some of that drunken feeling will wash over Zac: more than just empathy, it's like he can feel it. And the knot at the base of Ever's throat. He has almost no control over his magic.
"You don't have to do what I do. Rather you didn't."
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Posted: Sun Jan 20, 2013 6:54 pm
Zac slowed his steps a moment, confusion washing over his face at the drunken feeling that brushes over him. Strange, and it makes him look again at Ever, something of what he sees, or doesn’t see subdues him as he takes a firmer hold to try and keep Ever upright, and from drifting away again.
“You’re right, I did ask.” He nods quietly. “I suppose I’m just…” he shook his head and takes the last of what Ever said to heart. “I will be as careful as I can, I promise. But, I will not ‘run away’, not out of fear.”
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Posted: Tue Jan 29, 2013 11:38 am
"...how'd you even get all the way out there?" It comes slowly, and is finally calmer, more relaxed: perhaps Ever really is completely reassured by that promise. The drunken feeling will likely pass over Zac again before it fades out completely, and Ever completely unaware of this fact.
"Horses? You have horses?"
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2013 5:08 am
Its an unsettling feeling to say the least, the brief waves of feeling, well…tipsy that seem to come and go. He glances slightly askance at his companion again, wondering, and contemplating comment.
“N..not personally no. But I had means to get there and back.” He answers carefully as he minds his own footing as the wave of drunken-ness comes and goes. The last thing they need is to wind up in the gutter.
“I was honestly starting to think I was mad for the impulse to go, I’m not sure I’ve ruled that out though…I really think you’re tipsy enough that you’re…infectious.” He crinkles his nose slightly at the idea.
“I always thought it a wives tale that people could be drunk off a man’s breath if he’d been out drinking.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 4:48 pm
Ever makes a sound at that, his eyes narrowed, other questions lost in the force of that comment. Instead he looks Zac over [almost loses his footing; catches it] and then quite pointedly exhales on him. It smells of smoke and pale liquor and not much else. Skin and bones as he is, it's not that hard to imagine Ever drinking at length without a bite to eat. And then being very sick in the morning.
But this isn't the source of the feeling, because as soon as Zac mentions it, it's gone, like a switch turned off. All he'll have is fumes. Fumes that aren't enough to make him drunk. "...might be my intent."
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Posted: Fri Feb 08, 2013 5:06 pm
“Well, if it’s your intent, it comes and goes.” He replies with a curious tone in his voice. What an odd thought it is to think of such a feeling coming and going in waves. He coughs, eyes watering at the boozy fumes. “Spirits.” He wheezed.
“If you wanted me drunk at least… share the actual drink.” He meant it as a teasebut who knew how seriously it might be taken.
“I should have written, you’ll probably have a headache in the morning because I neglected to say anything.”
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 10:23 am
"I often have a headache in the morning." It's blurry, though, a bit distracted, and the edge has finally fully slipped out of Ever's posture, his tone, and his expression. This is more how he has been before: carlessness settling around him, in such a fundamentally natural way. It doesn't suit him to be angry like that...
"I drink too much." That same tone, tossed away, one of his shoulders rolled in a shrug. He says it. He accepts it. And he moves on.
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