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Post by Rosemarie Willington on Aug 4, 2010 22:45:11 GMT -5
"Well, Rose, I'm afraid it looks like I'll be off. It was nice meeting you." Rose waved from her seat. She swung her legs some more. Bye Eirwyn Nice meeting you! Rose said with a laugh. She looked around some more.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 4, 2010 22:56:39 GMT -5
"What are we supposed to be doing at these things? I've never been to a dance before."
Astin snorted, a distinctly un-lady-like move. "Generally, people dance." His eyes trailed to Dastan's knee, the one that had been shattered in the catacombs. "Although I understand that may not be entirely possible."
"You look like you shouldn't be able to breathe. Are those things safe?"
"Honestly? I doubt it. But it does make me look rather womanly, I think," Astin said, "At the expense of breathing. Although I think I'd rather not breathe for now than get recognized and taunted for this later." He may have felt breathless, but he preferred to not have to face utter humilation later on. And it was definitely harder to tell that he was hiding his stunning boyish figure after the addition of the corset.
He grinned as Dastan fussed with his feather, annoyed. "I hate this stupid thing." Astin removed his hand from Dastan's arm and reached up to fix it. It took him a moment of fiddling, and as his skirt rose in the back from stretching, he could distinctly feel someone's eyes on his ass. He pushed the feather into place and immediately pulled the skirt down over his butt, blushing brightly. That was something he certainly hadn't considered, he realized, hiding his face.
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Post by Elena Davis on Aug 4, 2010 23:05:16 GMT -5
“Elena… I know. I’m sorry too, I love you too, it’s just… I’m bad for you. Things aren’t working out. Listen, I just…. I can’t do this right now. I can’t handle it."
Elena watched as Viola walked away, leaving her there. Anger flared up inside her. No way in hell was she being stood up. Breaking up was one thing. If Viola didn't want to do this, if she wanted to run away, she was in for a rude awakening. Her black heels clacking, she followed Viola, noticing that she had stopped to talk to Whomping Willow boy and his girlfriend. No way in hell was she going to let her pretend that everything was normal for the night. If Viola wanted to truly get rid of her, she'd have to try a lot harder.
She stood right next to her as Viola talked to the boy and her eyes tightened with irritation. "Hey!" She forced a smile out, tilting her head to the side briefly. She slid her hand down, grabbing Viola's and not letting go. She squeezed firmly. You're gonna have to do much better than this, love. Glancing back and forth between the couple, she couldn't help but offer a truly sincere smile. "You guys look awesome."
She felt Viola try to yank her hand away but she squeezed her hand harder, telling her silently that she wasn't going to release her. You say you can't do this? Well, I'll show you you can. There won't be any more running.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 4, 2010 23:12:22 GMT -5
"At the expense of breathing. Although I think I'd rather not breathe for now than get recognized and taunted for this later."
Dastan snickered at Astin's comment and allowed him to fiddle with the feather a bit. It was, after all, Astin's stupid idea to do all of this in the first place. He placed the blame firmly on the blonde..er...boy?
Suddenly, as Astin blushed, Dastan looked past him and caught someone staring at Astin's ass. For some reason, the thought was enough to make him almost reach for his wand, until he realized that he couldn't just hex someone for looking at Astin. Besides. Astin wasn't his. Right? So he had no right to choose who looked at Astin's ass.
"That guy. Needs to have his eyes gouged out for looking at you like that. How do girls stand it, being sized up like slabs of meat and..." Dastan silenced himself. Not only had he spoken aloud, but he'd revealed a bit of jealousy or something, and he didn't want to give Astin any wrong impressions. Their relationship was screwed up enough as it was. Not to mention, the slabs of meat comment had brought on entirely different thoughts from his own past, ones that had no place at a place for festivity and dancing, however little of that he'd be doing.
"But still. I guess I can't blame him." Dastan blushed and looked away. "You got nice..er...legs. Not that I care about that or anything, but I mean, for a boy, your legs are really...ah. I'm just going to shut up now. I feel stupid enough as it is."
Dastan blew the feather out of his face again and then sighed. How humiliating could one night be? For the both of them? It was just...weird.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 4, 2010 23:49:29 GMT -5
"That guy. Needs to have his eyes gouged out for looking at you like that. How do girls stand it, being sized up like slabs of meat and..."
Astin wrapped his hand back around Dastan's arm. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you had a jealousy problem," he teased, "Or you were trying to protect my chastity." His eyes twinkled brightly; it was easy to ignore things like the fact that he couldn't breathe and random guys were checking him out when he thought about whose arm he was hanging off of.
"But still. I guess I can't blame him. You got nice..er...legs. Not that I care about that or anything, but I mean, for a boy, your legs are really...ah. I'm just going to shut up now. I feel stupid enough as it is."
Astin blushed even as a smile spread across his face. He didn't think he'd ever made Dastan stutter quite like that; it was definitely flattering. His eyes trailed to the centre of the room. He really would like to have at least one dance with his crush, considering they were supposed to be each other's dates and everything.
Astin grabbed Dastan's hands and slowly led him out to the floor. "Dance with me," he said, already winding his arms around Dastan's neck.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 5, 2010 0:07:33 GMT -5
"Dance with me," Astin said, leading him to the dance floor and wrapping his arms around Dastan's neck. Dastan stumbled along, his hands moving awkwardly to Astin's waist. He'd never danced before. At least, he didn't think he did. He wasn't an uncoordinated person, as shown by his great feats in agility and athleticism. But still, dancing? In front of people? With a busted knee? It screamed bad idea.
"I...Astin, I can't. My knee--" but it was obvious that Astin wasn't taking 'no' for an answer, and so he let himself be dragged out to the dance floor and there he was, one hand on Astin's hip and the other placed on the small of Astin's back, the other boys arms wrapped around Dastan's neck. Each sway was pretty much full of clumsiness, as Dastan's knee didn't give him much in the way of grace, but he didn't bail out.
Suddenly, Dastan's old DADA partner, Crabbed, showed up, dragging a random Ravenclaw girl behind him. "Hey, Cross, how did you get such a hot babe to go out with you?" he slurred, clearly having had too much firewhiskey for one night, as shown not only by the slur but in the way he was awkwardly dragging is date around in what was probably supposed to be a dance, but looked more like a monkey dancing with a particularly large banana (as the girl was wearing the most gaudy yellow dress Dastan had ever seen).
She giggled daftly. "Hehe. Yeah, Cross, how'd ya manage? You have funny hair. Hic."
"Oh, I dunno, Crabbe. How did you get the world's bitchiest banana to be your date?" Dastan returned, surprising himself with not immediately trying to kill the other boy. For some reason, Dastan didn't want to end the sloppy dance he and Astin were sharing, despite how pathetic it looked, in order to wrap his hands around Crabbe's throat or to grab at his wand. He looked the girl over and then scoffed. "Ugly, too."
"I am not a banana! Hic! I'm a go-go girl!"
Dastan scoffed, spinning Astin around so that their positions were opposite. "You're right. So why don't you go-go the hell over there and leave me to my date?"
Without waiting for a response, Dastan tried to lead Astin away from the sputtering Crabbe and his date. Sod them. He was going to have a good time, no matter how ridiculous he looked. That's what balls were all about, right?
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 5, 2010 0:51:03 GMT -5
"Hey, Cross, how did you get such a hot babe to go out with you?"
Astin tensed, pressing closer to Dastan. He felt violated just from once-over he'd been given. Really, how did girls do this all the time? He wanted to hide behind Das for the rest of the night. As it was, he settled for pressing his face against Dastan's shoulder with a darkening blush. He ignored the rest of the conversation, until he was suddenly spun around.
"You're right. So why don't you go-go the hell over there and leave me to my date?"
Astin chuckled. "Clever," he commented, turning his head to the side. He didn't know what it was, but he rather liked dancing with Dastan, even clumsily. For the time being, everything felt right with the world. He didn't even care that he'd been ogled by strange boys. Okay, he did, but he only cared a little compared to the warm hands on his hip and on his back.
Astin pulled back and smiled. "I'm kind of thirsty. Let's go get a drink." With his hand back in place at Dastan's elbow, he led the way to the refreshments table. He got his own cup of punch; he may have been dressed like a girl, but he wasn't going to have his "date" getting his drinks for him. After one sip, Astin made a face.
"This tastes weird," he said, taking another drink.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 5, 2010 1:04:01 GMT -5
"I'm kind of thirsty. Let's go get a drink."
Dastan was only a little disappointed that the dance had to end. But his knee was hurting like a bitch, and he, too, was starting to get a little thirsty. A bit of punch would hit the spot. They made their way over to the punch table and Astin made himself a drink, taking a sip and making a rather adorable face (although Dastan would deny ever having thought the word 'adorable.' Not in his vocabulary).
"This tastes weird." Astin took another sip of his drink.
Dastan reached over and made himself a cup, taking a sip of the liquid as well. He let it linger on his tongue for a minute before swallowing, feeling the way it burned lightly down his throat. "That is because this is spiked with Firewhiskey."
Still, Dastan took another sip. He wasn't exactly the model Prefect when it came to following rules. Besides, he could feign innocence in this at least. He certainly hadn't thought to spike the punch, although he secretly applauded whoever did. Lord Alex was the only one who allowed him to drink, and only when he was present, so this was something Dastan was rather excited about.
And really, what was the harm in a little bit of fun? He needed something to help make the pain in his knee go away, too. At least, that was his excuse as he downed the first cup and then went for another. Besides--it wasn't like he couldn't hold his liquor. He could drink most people under the table. In fact, he'd done just that at one of Lord Alex's alliance meetings. He wouldn't be getting too blasted on this party, and even if he did, it would only be because he chose to.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 5, 2010 1:29:29 GMT -5
"That is because this is spiked with Firewhiskey."
Astin nodded, continuing to drink his punch, although he probably shouldn't have, being a Prefect and all... but how often did he ever listen to the rules? He'd been in the Forbidden Forest and the catacombs beneath the school; a little underage drinking was hardly the worst thing he'd ever done.
As Astin refilled his cup, he realized that whatever he was drinking-- firewhiskey, wasn't it?-- was an awful lot stronger than he'd thought it would be. Already his vision was beginning to blur. Clearly, his alcohol tolerance wasn't the best it couold have been, and it apparently was a lot lower than Dastan's. Astin still finished off his second drink, probably because he was an idiot.
Setting his now-empty glass back down on the table, Astin spotted a girl across the room. She was twirling her long black hair, leaning against the wall in a costume so revealing it couldn't have been legal. Apparently, she saw him staring, because she winked and wiggled her fingers at him.
Confused, Astin looked back at Dastan. "Is that girl over there hitting on me?" He filled his glass again and took another long drink. He'd been ogled more tonight than just about ever. It was so weird.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 5, 2010 1:58:47 GMT -5
"Is that girl over there hitting on me?"
Dastan glared over at the offender and then refilled his next cup, leaning back against the table so he could take some pressure off of his knee. It felt like it might decide to splinter in half and ruin everything if he didn't. Probably from the dancing and the DADA OWL and a number of other things a recovering invalid should probably not do. "If she is, then she clearly doesn't bat for your real team, so you might want to just give that up now."
Dastan wasn't quite sure if he wanted Astin to quit while he was ahead for his sake, or for Dastan's own. And Dastan probably wouldn't know until he drank a few more glasses of the spiked punch, which even now was barely affecting him, except to make the tips of his fingers tingle slightly.
"But," Dastan continued, knowing he was going to regret his next words, "You may as well talk to her and see if she wants to dance. I'm clearly no good for that tonight."
If you love something, set it free, right? Wait. He didn't love Astin. That was absurd. He didn't love anyone. He didn't even love himself. Dastan decided that the spiked punch was affecting him even more than he'd realized, because surely, thoughts like that were very out of character for him. Yeah, that was it. Wasn't it?
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 5, 2010 2:25:32 GMT -5
After finishing off his thrid glass of ridiculously addicting, spiked punch, Astin stood up fully and brushed off his costume. Dastan said that they couldn't be together, so what was a little harmless fun with a girl who was apparently very willing? It wouldn't hurt to try to get over his stupid obsession. And Das had suggested they chat, anyway.
"I think I'm going to go do that, actually," Astin said.
He was already well on his way over there when he realized that he didn't exactly sound like a girl, and girl was what that girl wanted. Astin swallowed. If he turned back now, she'd definitely figure out something was up. Well, he could avoid talking, right? Right. He swallowed and approached her.
She was definitely stunning, although she'd overdone it a little on the make-up. Astin thought she'd probably be prettier if she wasn't quite so... well, made-up. She bit her cotton candy pink lip and held her arms close to her body, which made her impressive chest even more... impressive? Astin wasn't sure if it was the firewhiskey or the hormones getting to his brain anymore. Whatever it was, it definitely made his brain foggy.
"Hey," she said, "I haven't seen you around before." Astin smiled awkwardly and nodded. "What's your name, sweetheart?"
Astin opened his mouth, then closed it again. Right. No talking. But she'd just asked him a question! What was he supposed to do? Wow, her lips looked awfully... sweet?
Well, if my mouth's occupied, she can't blame me for not replying, can she? And she was clearly interested in a little more than a chat, so he doubted she'd push him away.
Shrugging, Astin wrapped his arm around her slender waist and kissed her deeply. Sure enough, instead of protesting, she pressed against him and kissed back. Kissing her was nothing like kissing Dastan. Kissing her was soft, sweet, and sugar-coated; kissing Dastan was raw passion. But he couldn't kiss Das now, and she was available. And all too eager to please.
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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 5, 2010 2:46:48 GMT -5
"I think I'm going to go do that, actually."
Dastan bit back a snappy retort. This is what he'd wanted right? He'd told Astin to go ask her to dance, and so that's what Astin was going to do. Why did he care so much? Taking a sip of his drink but not taking his eyes off of his best friend, Dastan felt himself slowly growing more unhappy, more irritated. In fact, it wasn't long before he was seething, but he didn't know why.
And then, instead of asking her to dance, Astin actually kissed the slag! Dastan's jaw dropped and the half-empty cup fell out of his hand, spilling onto the floor. Dastan moved back to avoid getting the liquid spilled all over his robes, but was only moderately successful. He cursed, kicking the cup and regretting it immediately as that sent pain up and down his leg.
When he looked up once more, Astin was still kissing her, and Das felt the strangest feeling yet: hurt. He was hurt, because he'd thought kissing was a little more personal, a little more sacred, than that. But that wasn't it at all. Astin apparently didn't have any problems kissing random strangers. Was that why he'd kissed him back then? Probably.
But what about all of the other kisses they shared? The heated, passionate, desperate kissing that they'd engaged in occasionally? They had meant a lot to Dastan, even though he'd tried to play it off like he didn't.
Dastan swallowed, closing his eyes and turning away from the kiss. He didn't want to see that. He felt like his world was falling apart. He wanted to slap the slag that was snogging Astin. He wanted to hex her into next month for it.
But that wasn't fair, was it? To pretend he had a claim on Astin's lips, when all he'd done was shun them in the past? No, it certainly wasn't that. Hypocrisy again. Why couldn't he ever do anything right? His philosophies on life had been wrong, according to the box, and now he was a hypocrite on top of that.
And then Crabbe was back, pushing past Dastan to have at some more of the punch. He was laughing. "Looks like your babe thought the same thing as my 'bitchy banana,' huh? You should know you're not good enough for someone like that."
He did know that. Merlin, did he know that. But why did it hurt so bad, watching Astin do something that made him happy and didn't involve him for once? It shouldn't. But it did.
What the hell did this mean?
"Tough luck, eh, Cross?" Crabbe reached over to pat him on the back, but Dastan grabbed at his wrist and quickly flipped him onto the table, knocking over what remained of the punch and breaking the table in half.
"Don't ever touch me," Dastan ground out, his eyes flashing dangerously.
Crabbe stared up at him, wide-eyed amazement on his face. "You're fucking crazy!" He wailed with a crack in his voice, trying to pull himself up and scurrying off; trying to get away from Dastan's wrath.
All around, people were staring at him in shock, muttering about what had set him off. But Dastan was done with this stupid party. Roughly shoving people aside, he began limping in the direction of the Great Hall's doors. He needed air.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 5, 2010 3:05:35 GMT -5
Astin pushed the girl away when he heard a loud clamor. A large group of people had gathered around the refreshment table. Shit, what was Dastan up to now?
"You're fucking crazy!"
Yes, definitely Dastan. Astin gave the scantily clad girl (and her heaving bosom) one apologetic look before atempting to push through the crowd and see what sort of trouble his "date" was causing now. Then he spotted Dastan working his own way out and toward the door.
Goddammit. Couldn't they go one night without having some sort of drama? What the hell had even happened? Usually Dastan could at least manage to keep his cool when it came to other people. What was he blowing up over?
Astin slipped through the mess of people and after Dastan. He wasn't going to let Das run away from whatever had pissed him off this time. Besides, he wanted to find out what it was and make sure he never made the mistake the other unlucky guy had.
Astin finally was close enough to close his fingers around Dastan's wrist, and he pulled him over to a quieter, less crowded corner.
Crossing his arms, Astin asked, "So, what's the problem this time?"
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Post by Dastan Cross on Aug 5, 2010 3:26:07 GMT -5
"So, what's the problem this time?"
As Astin released him, Dastan fell back against the wall, covering his face. He wasn't ready to do this right now. His mind was still screaming, trying to figure out why his emotions were out of control.
He trailed his hands down his face. "Crabbe pissed me off. I set him straight. My knee hurts and I want to go to bed," Dastan said in a long-suffering tone of voice. He felt like he'd been run through a wringer. "And that's all there is to it." Dastan just wanted to escape the stares and the people and the image of Astin kissing that stupid slag.
Speaking of..."And look. Your lady-friend wants you back. You shouldn't disappoint her."
Sure enough, the girl was heading their way, a beautifully vacant expression on her pretty little face. Dastan wanted to slam that face into a wall.
Dastan pushed back off of the wall and moved back towards the Great Hall's entrance. "Have fun," he said.
He needed a breath of air. Badly. He felt stifled, suffocated, asphyxiated. He needed back out, to open spaces and privacy and nothing but the normal sounds of the night, rather than the mutterings and mumbles of his peers, or the sneering laughter of Crabbe as he told him that he wasn't good enough for Astin. He wanted, no, he needed, to collect his thoughts. Because where they were headed now, he wasn't sure he could go back to being normal. He couldn't go on ignoring this.
Because his thoughts were telling him that he was jealous, and that he was in love with none other than Astin Descartes.
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Post by Astin Descartes on Aug 5, 2010 3:49:10 GMT -5
"Das! Wait," Astin called, running after him again, "We're talking about this, now, you ass," he said, latching back onto Dastan's wrist. Astin pushed him against the wall, effectively pinning him there; Das wasn't getting out of this one easily.
Astin grimaced at the strong scent of alcohol. He wasn't sure how much Das had drank, but it was more than he should have. At least part of the explosion could be blamed on drinking, but Astin doubted that would win him any points at all.
"Das, what's this really about?" he asked, pouting, "And don't lie to me, either."
The girl he'd been kissing made her way over. "Y'know, if you're straight, you could have just said so," she said, crossing her arms. Really, Astin was sure she was about ready to pop out of that tiny top.
Astin rolled his eyes. "Kinda busy here," he said. She looked taken aback for a moment before she suddenly stalked off. With a sigh, he turned back to the boy he had pinned against the wall. "Now, I think you were just about ready to tell me what your problem is?"
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