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Post by Lyle Malarkey on Aug 27, 2012 19:32:58 GMT -5
"You want us to -- you want to help me so you can finish what you started and be -- be done with me," he said quietly, biting his lip, looking down at his papers again. He let out a breath and shook his head, "I -- I don't want that." |
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 27, 2012 19:39:28 GMT -5
Stefan stared again. Eyes a little wide and lips parted as what Lyle was saying sunk in, and he roved his gaze over his face for a moment, flitting down to his mouth before he closed his own and swallowed.
Hard. Tight. Hot. Prickly.
"I--" he stuttered, looking away and clearing his throat, trying to take a subtle breath as his heart raced in his chest. No. He can't just. This isn't--he's making this out to be something it's not. "I didn't want to be--to be done with--with you, I mean, we...
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Post by Lyle Malarkey on Aug 27, 2012 19:53:42 GMT -5
He frowned a little, looking down at the empty paper in front of him. He licks his lips and takes a deep breath, glancing up to meet Stefan's gaze. "What would it mean, then?" |
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 27, 2012 19:57:32 GMT -5
"Just... to finish teaching you," he said quietly, playing with the hem of his robes and biting his lip, staring at the floor between his chair and Lyle's desk. He felt slightly out of breath and like his head was pounding a little, and he didn't know why.
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Post by Lyle Malarkey on Aug 27, 2012 20:01:17 GMT -5
He frowned a little, watching him, before asking, "And that would make us...?" |
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 27, 2012 20:08:20 GMT -5
Stefan kept staring at the floor for a moment before glancing up at him, licking his lips and shrugging his shoulders somewhat. "Whatever you want," he muttered, not sure what Lyle wanted to hear or what he was asking and were they friends? He didn't think so. Friends spoke to each other, at the very least. Saying 'acquaintances' felt wrong on so many levels, though.
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Post by Professor Cuthbert Binns on Aug 27, 2012 21:31:15 GMT -5
"And now we move into the late seventeenth century, and magic was starting to cross into the Americas. Of course, not all of it went unnoticed. Some proved rather deadly, to Muggles at least. That would be the... Ah." Shockingly enough, there was actually a voice in the classroom that wasn't his. Binns lifted his gaze over the class, searching for the source, before leaving his chair and gliding along the aisles. "Mister Capper," he wheezed, stopping and hovering beside the young Ravenclaw's desk, "I trust you've done the reading?"
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 27, 2012 21:39:04 GMT -5
Stefan's head snapped up at the sound of his name from the front of the class, and he almost fell off his chair as he swiveled around to face Binns, who had come over to his desk, and he quickly shoved the note and drawing under a textbook. "Y-yes, Professor," he whispered, eyes wide and face red, trying to pretend like everybody wasn't staring at him.
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Post by Professor Cuthbert Binns on Aug 27, 2012 21:45:55 GMT -5
"Yes, well, as you should." Binns placed a hand on Stefan's shoulder; he gave a well-meaning squeeze, but of course he just passed right through. "Everyone open your textbooks to page 783. If you'd all follow along the text, please... and no talking, Mister Capper, unless you have information you'd like to share that is not in the book. The Salem Witch Trials began in February of 1692..." He droned on, though chose to float between the aisles (and sometimes desks) rather than return to the front. Best to keep the young minds focused rather than wandering, after all.
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Post by Lyle Malarkey on Aug 27, 2012 21:59:37 GMT -5
There he was. Faced with the same decision Stefan had given him weeks ago when they had first officially... broken it off. It was Lyle's decision as to what they were. What they would be. What them doing things together would mean again. Whatever he wanted, and Lyle -- Lyle wanted.
He wanted too much, it seemed. He wanted to feel good again. Wanted to feel loved and treasured and cherished in a way that Stefan seemed to have perfected. He wanted to have someone to hold on to. He wanted to sit close and listen to Stefan read. He wanted to take him on his broomstick. To grab Stefan's hand and lead him to the boathouse. To show him that he had learned to fight. That he was getting stronger. That even though the nightmares were still there, that the scars were now pink, that things were still bad, Lyle was getting better. He was. He could be the things Stefan wanted him to be. Maybe not immediately, but soon enough.
He wanted to be Stefan's boyfriend again. He wanted to be something special to someone again.
"I want --" he started to say, but broke off when they were interrupted, and he blushed. He ducked his head down when Stefan got lectured, feeling bad that he was the only one of the two of them to get in trouble. Particularly because Lyle hadn't done the reading.
Still, Binns started to drone on and he was now making his way around the desks, keeping a closer eye, and the words had died on Lyle's tongue.
So, instead, he reached back under his bag and pulled out the drawing of the heart he had sketched before their conversation had happened. Taking a deep breath, he folded it up and tossed it on Stefan's desk before he turned his attention down to his book. |
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Post by Stefan Capper on Aug 27, 2012 22:08:05 GMT -5
Stefan didn't get called out in class. That wasn't him. He'd never gotten called out if it wasn't for something good; he always tried his best and always paid attention as much as he could and he always did the homework and the reading and he was blushing to the tip of his ears in shame at having been caught not paying attention this time. By Binns. Who couldn't even remember the students' names half the time.
So when he was told to turn back to his textbook to keep reading, Stefan scrambled to open it again, turning his head back down, not daring to glance back at Lyle and finish their conversation because it had been at a strange standstill at any point. Lyle was just going to say they could start talking again, maybe. And they were already doing that. Maybe this was better; saving them both some awkwardness.
Ignoring the way his heart was still racing in his chest, only partly due to Binns still hovering between the desks, Stefan glanced under his desk to grab a new sheet of parchment at the same moment that Lyle's hit the top of his desk, right next to the other note they'd been sharing back and forth. The one with the smiley.
He straightened up and flattened the new piece of parchment, smoothing it out and quickly closed his fingers around the other notes next to him, not looking at them as he crumpled them up in his hand and stuffed them in the pocket of his robes to toss away later.
Maybe he'd talk to Lyle later.
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