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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 13, 2006 16:45:34 GMT -5
Chael was ready to destroy something in the most violent manner possible. His parents were being extremely watchful of him, so he couldn’t pick up any useful books. If he picked up anything on Dark Arts, they’d either think he’d changed his mind, or know about his plot. Neither was a safe idea.
He wander the streets, and took a quick turn down an alley, and took of running. His hair streamed behind him, knotting itself up he was sure. However, the faster he moved, the easier it was to get away from his parents. When he finally stopped, he was a good three blocks away from where he’d started, and out of breath. He ran a hand through his hair, taming it, and stepped out into the sunlight.
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 13, 2006 18:09:19 GMT -5
Damien was wandering Diagon Alley yet again. The teenage wizard was avoiding his family and was pretending to be out buying his school supplies. Granted, he did need to buy his school supplies, but there were so many people and so many pranks he could play. NO! Bad! School sup... OOOOO! He thought to himself as his eyes caught sight of new toy and things he could tweek and mess with to make more interesting pranks. The page with his to-buy lists slipped out of his hand as the window mesmerised him with the thought of tricks to come.
A quick decision was made, one small stop in the joke shop and he would be on his way to buy new textbooks for the next term. Those fake spiders looked pretty tempting and with a few spells he could play from a distance, well, let's just say he'd have fun, abet at another's expense.
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 13, 2006 18:17:01 GMT -5
Chael walked past where Damien had been standing only a moment later. He saw a paper on the ground, and bent down to pick it up. He had recognized the handwriting from a distance, and when he had it, he registered it as Damein’s. He looked around for the irritating other Slytherin, but didn’t see him. However, he saw a prank shop, and decided Damien must be in it.
He walked over to the door, and leaned against the wall next to it. If asked, he wouldn’t have been able to say why he was helping the other. He just had wanted to. Besides, he had nothing better to do at that point. He looked around waiting for Damien to appear.
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 13, 2006 19:10:55 GMT -5
Damien smiled happly as he spent more than he had hoped, though he had distinct plans for everything in that bag. He hugged it close and smiled slyly as he exited the joke shop. He suprisingly hadn't spent very long inside. It was a quick stop where he spent most of his personal money on these small trinkets. Chael would be furious if he knew how much I spent on this stuff.. wait why am I thinking of Chael? He blushed lightly as he turned and looked right at the actual image of that stoic male.
"Hi Chael.." He said and smiled worriedly. Why would Chael be near the joke shop?
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 13, 2006 19:25:42 GMT -5
Chael looked up when Damien finally came out of the joke shop. He felt his heart flutter, as it had started to do recently when he saw Damien. He held out the paper that was in his hand with a slight smirk.
“I think you dropped something.”
He kept looking at Damien, having noticed the blush. It took him a moment or two, but suddenly things started clicking in his mind. The blush, his heart fluttering, and the sudden wish to snog Damien all added up to the fact that there was a good chance they were both interested in each other. How odd, but fortunate, that we should both be interested.
He finally snapped back into reality after a few more seconds of thinking, and grabbed hold of Damien’s wrist, dragging him in the direction of the alley he had just recently come out of.
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 13, 2006 20:26:44 GMT -5
There was no injury followed his hello, no back handed comments about his stupidity, there was nothing but awkard silience. He blushed and took his list back. "um... Thank you Chael." He said softly and looked down at his bag. He wasn't sure what was going on at that moment.
Damien was shocked completely as the younger man dragged him into an alley. He was speachless for a moment as the entiretly of the situation sunk into his head. "Chael, your hurting me." he said finialy as his brain returned to him. That was brilliant.. He though and blushed more. Why face have to betray him.
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 13, 2006 20:53:17 GMT -5
Chael released his wrist, and gave him an odd look. Then he went on his toes, just a little, and kissed Damien firmly. He wasn’t certain of the reaction he’d get, but he knew it’d be positive, whatever it was. He was good at figuring these things out, and he was certain that Damien was interested.
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 14, 2006 14:11:33 GMT -5
Wide eyed in shock the older boy dropped his bag to the ground. He what? He thought as he tried to think. His mind seemed to have been wiped of any intelligent thing. The person that taunted him in his dreams was kissing him. Could I be dreaming? Damien tried to reason as he remained in utter shock, however he did manage to wipe the shock look from his face.
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 14, 2006 15:22:22 GMT -5
Chael stopped kissing Damien after a moment. Could I have worked that out wrong? No, he’s definitely interested or he’d have hit me…I think. Either way, he’s interested. I’m sure of that. His put his hands on his hips, and took half a step back so the could look at Damien more easily. Then, he glared at Damien. “You wanted that, so what the hell is wrong?”
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 14, 2006 15:33:20 GMT -5
Damien blinked several times before he raised a hand to slap someone. However, instead of slapping the other teen, he slapped himself. It was to see if he was concious or if this was just a daydream of some sorts. The stinging pain came quick and he had his answer. Nope, not a dream.. He thought as he poked his stinging cheek. "I'm not dreaming..." He said lightly and looked at Chael instead of through him, which he had been doing. Then Chael realy did kiss me. He thought and blushed so much that his face nearly matched the color of his hair.
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 14, 2006 15:39:41 GMT -5
“…No, you’re not dreaming.” Chael said, obviously annoyed. He had expected a much nicer reaction than this. The fact that he wasn’t getting a nice reaction was annoying him. “Now, if you don’t object, I’m going to try that again, and you’re going to actually respond, instead of spacing out.”
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 14, 2006 15:49:42 GMT -5
Damien laughed at himself as he moved the hand that was cooling his cheek to rub the back of his neck. This realy wasn't a dream. "No objections here." He said as he dropped his hand from his head. It was slightly hard to believe that his dorm mate could actualy like him back. However one sided love wasn't all that bad, if that person was a good kisser.
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 14, 2006 16:05:37 GMT -5
Chael took a step forward, and kissed Damien again. He, unlike Damien, didn’t bother thinking about the romantic aspect. He wasn’t sure if it was there on his side, and didn’t care if it was there on Damien’s side. There was some sort of attraction, and that was all that mattered, especially since Damien was attractive, whether or not that was leading to the attraction.
Chael wrapped his arms around Damien’s waist, having discovered that it was a comfortable way to keep them when it came to Damien’s body. He didn’t like just leaving them by his side. It felt awkward and unnatural.
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Post by Damien O'Brien on Apr 14, 2006 16:50:47 GMT -5
Damien wanted to cry he was so happy, but he knew that Chael would shock him and call him a baby. The older teen wrapped his arms around Chael's neck to bring them a bit closer. His hand however stayed out of Chael's hair, vanity was one of his partner's not so positive traits, plus he didn't want to be shocked. Pain could be nice under the right circumstances, now just wasn't one of them.
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Post by Chael Nox on Apr 14, 2006 17:09:40 GMT -5
If Chael could have seen his partner’s thoughts, he would have laughed and ruined the lovely picture they made. He wouldn’t have minded hands in his hair, so long as Damien was careful not to get it knotted. He kept kissing Damien until he need to take a breath, then pulled away. He looked into Damien’s eyes, which were only a little higher than his own, and did something that no one except Damien had seen him do before, and in that case it was forced. He smiled.
It wasn’t fake, precisely; it was more of a gesture of comfort for Damien. He was pretty sure it would bother the other boy if he didn’t seem at all affected by the kiss. He was affected, too. Just not in an affectionate way. The way he was affected was closer to sexual, but even that wasn’t quite it. It was just a feeling of perfection, one he had felt before, occasionally; when things had gone the way he felt they were supposed to go.
He considered Damien for a moment, and then asked the question that had occurred to him. “What does this make us? Or at least, what do you want it to make us?”
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