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Tweak says, "We will become silouettes!"

Duke (ducere) wrote in flippedrpg,
@ 2012-08-21 22:29:00

Entry tags:

ch: heir: kirley duke, ch: xbwl: marek bobbin, p: annalisa, p: lisa ii

Who: Marek Bobbin & Duke^Heir
What: Duke is going crazy.
When: 21 August, night
Where: Marek's
Warnings: Yeah, it's going to be dirty.

If someone asked Duke why it was so urgent, he wouldn't be able to answer. It wasn't just that he wanted to shag someone, specifically a boy since there were several girls around now. Something in him missed Marek and the way he liked to be chased. Duke felt like trying - as if he had to charm him from the start all over again. It was a great feeling, he couldn't lie, but it was overwhelming.

Before Marek had even answered the journal, Duke had thrown it on his bed and left for the other's room. He was more casual than he had been so far in only sorta tight jeans, a t-shirt and a pair of boots. There was no show to be made, no facade to keep up. If nothing else it had to at least be a surprise when he started knocking on the door so soon.

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ducere
2012-08-23 01:52 am UTC (link)

Duke's laugh was full of breath and not much else. There was something about the way Marek didn't even ask for the cigarette, he simply motioned and expected to receive. Yet Duke reached over and held it out; he found the whole thing demanding in a cute way.

"Wasn't about anything," he shrugged, closing his eyes. People were asking him what was up left and right. And every time, Duke gave the same answer. Usually he could tell anyone what was wrong and why and everything he felt about it with no problem at all. Now he just didn't know if something was wrong or what it would be.

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ex_intoxican930
2012-08-23 02:00 am UTC (link)

Marek took the cigarette, and took a nice long drag before handing it back. Then he shrugged and slouched further into the chair, folding his hands on top of his head. That lasted for about thirty seconds before they dropped down to rest on his stomach instead. He opened his mouth in a small O and blew out smoke before responding.

"I was enjoying being eight," was all he said, with a little amused smile. Eight had been a good age. Before Hogwarts, which had meant being in separate houses from his twin; before the war; before the compound, which had made him older than her in terms of years rather than seconds. Before everything had been complicated. He'd been in a good mood, hanging out with her on the playground, and between that and the afterglow he didn't really care much to pry. Even if he did have a sneaking suspicion that there was something going on.

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