[PART SIX] - CLOSED
THE SOCIAL NETWORK KINK MEME
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ASK THE MODS * FAQ * DISCUSSION * RESEARCH * FILL LIST * PART ONE * PART ONE (OVERFLOW) * PART TWO * PART TWO (OVERFLOW) * PART THREE * (PART THREE (OVERFLOW) * PART FOUR * PART FIVE
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"It'll be good for the image we're trying to create." He says flatly. "People are going to think you don't care."
"They'd be right." Mark points out.
He still has to go.
He's running late when Eduardo floats over on his cloud. Mark's standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying every method ever to control his hair.
"Why are you so dressed up?" Eduardo asks him, watching carefully as Mark gives up with a curse. "Big date or something?"
Mark snorts, washing his hands of gelled gunk and hoping no one notices only half his head has gel on it. "No. Some charity dinner Chris is forcing me to attend."
"Oh." Eduardo says quietly. "Are you going by yourself?"
Mark shakes his head, glaring at his reflection and trying to fix his tie. Eduardo sighs and descends from his cloud, slapping Mark's hands away as he ties it right.
"No." Mark answers, trying not to react to how close Eduardo is right now. He stills smells the same, expensive and smart. "I'm taking Sean."
Eduardo fingers jerk around the knot of the tie, almost choking Mark in the process. "Oh." He repeats. "Oh. Have fun then, I guess." He steps back stiffly, leaving the bathroom with quick, jerky steps that make Mark feel, for the first time, like this is his fault.
He leaves for the dinner, hurrying so he can meet Sean there before he gets too many drinks. Mark peers out the window the whole time, anxious for some bizarre change in the weather. It's all clear until he parks and gets out the car, starts to walk over to where he can see Sean standing by the entrance, flirting with a woman that at least looks to be 21, thankfully.
The wind picks up when he's not too far from his car. At first Mark thinks nothing of it, pushing through the heavy gust that stings his eyes and blows his hair around. But it starts to increase, almost pushing him back towards his car with every step he takes forward.
Mark sighs. "Wardo, I have to go to this. Stop with the hurricane gusts." Mark can't see Eduardo anywhere though, but that doesn't mean anything. "I don't know what you want from me!" He practically yells when it literally becomes impossible to take a step forward. He's drawn attention now, people stopping to watch him in his own personal tornado. Mark sees Sean look over at him quizzically, and Mark barely has time to call out a warning before another gust of wind knocks Sean on his ass.
"Do you want me to say I'm sorry?" Mark yells over the wind. "I'm sorry you didn't care about Facebook or me! I'm sorry you let your father control every aspect of your life. I'm sorry I wasn't good enough for you! Is that what you want to hear, Wardo? I'm sorry!"
The wind gets even worse, and out of the corner of his eye Mark can see his car start to sway from the force of it. "Not the car, Wardo." Mark pleads. It moves a few inches, the tires lifting off the ground slowly. "Not the car, please not the car." It lifts up a few more inches, looking seconds from blowing away. "You are such an asshole!" Mark exclaims angrily. "Fine. I'm sorry I didn't talk to you before I diluted your shares! I'm sorry I let Sean live in the house. I--" Mark pulls his jacket tighter, squinting against the leaves blowing around his face. "I'm sorry I hurt you."
The wind stops.
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Loved it! And Sean falling on his arse was FTW!
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Mark decides to take a shower first, washing all the product out of his hair. He takes longer than usual, mostly because he has no desire to see what Eduardo decided to do with the weather today.
He only gets out when he's been in so long that the water actually becomes annoying, drying off with slow, languid motions and taking his time in putting on sweatpants and a hoodie.
He pads downstairs carefully, pointedly not looking out the window. Eduardo's standing in the kitchen. Actually standing. Not perched on his ridiculous cloud and looking down at Mark like he's one of Eduardo loyal subjects or something.
He holds out a mug, steam coming out the top. "Coffee? Black like you like it." He says to Mark, eyes barely leaving the newspaper he's reading.
Mark takes it carefully, eying Eduardo with no small bit of trepidation. "Thanks."
They sit in silence for awhile, Eduardo reading The Economist and Mark sipping his coffee. It's awkward, but for once Mark doesn't feel like Eduardo's glaring at him every time he turns his head.
Eduardo folds the paper up when he's finished, getting up to get himself another mug of coffee. "Did you mean it?" He asks quietly, back turned so Mark can't read his expression.
Mark sets his coffee down, staring hard at the tense way Eduardo's holding himself, braced for confrontation. "Yes." Is all Mark says.
"I'm still mad, you know." Eduardo replies, turning just slightly. "But maybe, like the biggest maybe ever, I'll think about not suing you."
Mark starts to talk, but Eduardo cuts him off. "Only if we actually sit down and talk about everything. Maybe--" He turns fully around, finally looking at Mark. "Maybe over lunch. Maybe."
There are so many things Mark wants to say, most of them probably wrong.
"Yes." He decides on.
When they leave out later, the promise of forgiveness and so much more curling the ends of Mark's mouth into just a hint of a smile, it's clear and sunny.
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would there be a sequel? what would the weather be like when a weather god is in love? will there be rainbows in every street corner?
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