Mikhail Gaughan (heymickey) wrote in posteritas_rpg, @ 2010-09-03 21:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | mikhail gaughan, sam george |
Who: Mickey and Sam
What: Hopefully Making up
When: Backdated to Thursday, 7:56pm
Where: Sam's Dorm
Rating: R
Status: Incomplete / Closed
What had happened? Mikhail could barely even remember the exact sequence of events. No, instead all he could remember was the feeling of wandering back to the dorm, his heart pounding, his shoulder aching, and his mind racing. How could he be so hurtful? Or more importantly, how was it that he had always been so hurtful and had somehow concocted some sort of silk screen to prevent himself from seeing it? Mikhail had never expected a friend out of Lena, but that was what she was becoming. None of his other friends so bluntly and clearly exposed him to what had been going on. Thinking back, Sam should have been the one yelling, asking what Mikhail's problem?
After being bombarded by a series of Gryffindor goonies, Mikhail had somehow decided that he would need to be the one to talk to Sam. He was the stronger person, and more importantly, he had been in the wrong. Mikhail was still a little angry about the date situation, but it would have to be pushed away for the sake of their friendship, and possible relationship, though Mikhail hadn't entirely convinced himself to go quite that far. After all, he had only just admitted to himself exactly how much he cared about Sam. Now the task became admitting it to Sam.
With James' help, Mikhail had been sent up to Sam's dorm, which he had been assured was empty apart from Samuel himself. For several minutes he stood motionless outside of it, his breathing labored and almost painful. His knuckles were poised to rap against the door, but he simply could not bring himself to do so. Just do it. Think of how he must feel. What would you do if he even kissed someone else? He frowned and a voice echoed back, Probably what I already did. He took a very deep breath and closed his eyes, his knuckles falling heavily against the door twice.
Now was the hardest part: announcing himself. Standing so close to the door that his face was nearly against it, Mikhail spoke just loudly enough so Sam could hear him. "Sam? It's Mickey. I was hoping to talk to you. If you don't want to see me, I'm willing to talk to you through the door, but I'd like to see you."