:Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Saturday, September 23, 2006/ 1:15 PM
Location: The Infirmary
Open to: Brinley, Illiad, and a very disturbed Madame Pomfrey
Currently Involving: Lou-boo!
RUNRUNRUNRUNRUNRUN!
That was the noise Louvika Hawkin's brain made. It sounded, actually, a bit trainish. Intresting thought to ponder later, but
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"If you think him to be some sort of placid, emotionally-restricted idiot, you're very wrong," he replied, voice holding just a hint of a cutting tone. "He's been angry with me plenty." Still wearing the faintest proof of a bruise, he looked away. Eyes apparently preferred to stare at Illiad's blanket-coated feet. Oh yes, he had seen him angry a lot. They had even come to blows. But that was just part of their dynamic. Once part of her statement really sunk in (took a while to translate), he had to look at her again. "...wait, did you just call him pretty." Right, yes. That was weird. "You are fucking insane, you know that, don't you?" The really odd part about that statement was that the cutting tone was ( ... )
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"Illi, sit down! You're still weak, you know!" she scolded him lightly, looking worried. Telemakos gave a strange call from where he sat on Illiad's headboard.
But the younger boy only continued to look confuse. Why was she there? With Brinley?! What was going on? She was probably annoying him! If this was the case, he was going to have to prove to Brinley exactly how he felt for his cousin.
"Go away, Louvika!" he scolded her, in a harsh whisper. "Why are you even here?! This isn't any of your business!" A heat came to his cheeks, angry that she had butted in so! He'd fainted when he was with Brinley! She was always trying ( ... )
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See, and that was a drastic change from the way he had acted less than a minute earlier, yes, but if Louvika was gone, he had nothing to play up to. He'd not dwell on the subject, however, as Illiad did deserve his attention ( ... )
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Yet part of Illiad's heart was leaping for joy inside his chest.
Love, love, love! You love me, I can see it! I know it! The thought was glorious, like food to his unnourished body. He smiled a bright and contented smile, only to have the thing taken away by a kiss ( ... )
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Really, he had been terrifiedHad he known that Illiad was pegging that look in his eyes that way, he'd have punched him square in the jaw just to take his attention off of it. If ever there was a day in which Brinley could admit to himself that he loved Illiad, well.. he'd not go rushing off to tell the other boy. Love was a powerful emotion, one that gave people power over the ones that fell for them. He'd not easily give that sort of power to another person. It was his to toy with ( ... )
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Well...
Stuffing his cold hands under the covers and crossing them at his waist, Illiad opened his eyes. What good would it be to argue? Brinley would just get mad, and Illiad was probably too weak to leave anyways. He didn't want to faint again. Brinley would be pissed. But the thought of lying with Brinley, in his own bed back in the dungeons was definately more appealing. The dungeons weren't so... white. The color of the sheets, the floor, even the ceiling and the cabinets! They almost burned through Illiad's eyelids when he tried to sleep, so bright they were! Honestly, where was the warmth?
Right there. The dark color of Brinley's shirt caught Illiad's face, and he almost flushed with longing. If only he could convince Brinley to snuggle with ( ... )
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He did, however, notice the way Illiad was laying in his bed. He looked cold. With a sigh that showed that he really, really didn't want to do it, Brinley tossed the magazine back down, pulled himself from his chair, and strolled over to the small table that held their collective cloaks. His own was removed and with an unsavoury look on his face, he draped it across his lover's body.
There. Compassion. DoneAnd with that, he returned to his seat and magazine ( ... )
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As Brinley spoke of Andrew however, a certain mantra came into Illi's head so very unlike his usual, "I am ice." It went something like this: "Killkillkillkill." Infact, he physically shivered with dislike, but put it off by pulling the cloak closer around him and snuggling into it. The pleasent scent of Brinley's cologne washed over him and he felt an odd sort of peace, the mantra vanishing from his mind.
He knew Andy and Lou were friends. How many times had he heard her blatering on about his idiot face during summer holidays? 'Andy-Pandy Frazer! Oh, Illi, he's just a positive dear! Look at the letter he sent me! HA! I just remembered this time-- oh, but you weren't there-- he said this thing, it was just so funny ( ... )
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Sometimes Illiad wondered if his father ever got into Louvika's dirigible plum collection, the way he believed in things that didn't exist.
"Really," ( ... )
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