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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 18, 2010 23:05:08 GMT -5
Al blinked, his thoughts finally gathering together at Mattie's apology. He clumsily picked the sandwich up and put it to the side before moving around the table and yanking Mattie into a hug. "You're an idiot, Mattie. We've been friends for too long for me to just stop caring. If you won't believe you're worth it in and of yourself... my memories are." He swallowed thickly, fighting back the roughness in his voice.
'Dammit! Heroes don't cry!'
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 18, 2010 23:07:14 GMT -5
Matt stiffens and lets out a pained cry. He starts to shiver and shake. He could feel the snake burst through the first heart and he could feel something flowing through him, under the intense pain, a fuzzy feeling that made him want to burst into tears, which he would have if he weren't having a Magical seizure.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 18, 2010 23:13:35 GMT -5
Al swore, then scooped Mattie up and placed him on his bed. "Mattie?" He froze - suddenly recalling his suspicion of a curse. 'Well, that's confirmed. He grimaced, then forced himself to back away. "Fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck, FUCK." He went back to the table and pulled out the list he had taken to carrying around with him constantly. 'Causes intense pain whenever he feels more than cursory kindness towards someone. Even more if that someone returns it?'
He slipped it back into his pocket immediately and scrubbed his face. "Fuck."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 18, 2010 23:20:04 GMT -5
Matt took the time away from the other to try to breath and control his emotions which were raging out of control. He curls up, his body shaking and shivering as the pain still lanced through him. The snake was just out side of the second heart, but something was making his head swim with pleasent thoughts. "D-dammnit"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 18, 2010 23:25:24 GMT -5
Al was mentally freaking out He had to do something to snap Mattie out of whatever he was feeling. He grimaced, then grabbed his coffee and dumped it over the twisting Canadian. It wasn't until a second later that it occurred to Al how hot the coffee might have been. "Shit!"
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 18, 2010 23:28:14 GMT -5
Matt certainly was feeling warm and fuzzy anymore, he was feeling hot and RIDDEN WITH PAIN. He fought to keep his emotions down and not throttle the damned American. He breathed but the pain was still wracking him. He opens his eyes and a flash of Pain mixed with... a crush? .. flashed through him.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 18, 2010 23:38:35 GMT -5
Al winced and roughly dried Mattie off before darting into the bathroom, shaking. He didn't have a clue what to do, and that look Mattie shot him... Al swallowed. Being in the same room wasn't helping Mattie at all. "God. I just keep making things worse."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 18, 2010 23:40:40 GMT -5
Matt cursed and stood. Now was not the time to panic. He could feel the pain ebbing away, and he had to work fast. "A-al... I am g-going n-now, l-look in the 4th self for... paradise lost." He stumbles out the door, turning invisible.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 18, 2010 23:49:19 GMT -5
Al heard, then slowly counted to twenty before slipping out of the bathroom and grabbing the book from the bookcase. "God, I hope I didn't burn him. Why didn't that work?" he mumbled to himself as he entered Mattie's office from the private rooms.
His eyes lit onto the the goblet. "Pumpkin juice my ass." he grumbled before pulling out his wand and casting a spell to reveal the contents of the cup. "Feeling enhancing... Shit. No wonder." He scribbled a short note, explaining why Mattie had the reaction that he did. Al paused, the pulled out his own list and added 'Can't obliterated feelings, just muffle them.'
Finally, his left and headed to his private rooms, preparing himself to be on the lookout for what Mattie wanted himself to see.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 18, 2010 23:51:39 GMT -5
The book was old and bent, and to be honest probably not something a Wiccan like Matt would be willing to read. It spoke of death and evil he didn't believe existed yet the book was well thumbed and used.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 18, 2010 23:56:56 GMT -5
Al scowled at the cover, then flipped through the pages looking for any markings. Mattie was always the kind of person to take notes in his books when he was studying something. 'Not that he'd study this kind of thing unless he thought it would be his demise.' Al shuddered at that thought and when back to searching for any marks.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 19, 2010 0:06:35 GMT -5
Matt had marked things one some pages. Snake, beguile, tempt, crawl, anger, fear, love, can't, but in the end there was a clue
"Five hearts upon the skin, a snake dancing with in <== my curse Love is thine enemy, lust thy foe, <= yeah... Knowledge the only place to go. <== learn? teach? That which soars among the rings of heaven will save you from your spell But with out help from above your life will dwell in hell. Golden red wings, Emerald of sapphire. Gather you this lost soul And heal what he cannot.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 19, 2010 0:27:24 GMT -5
Al stared at it, silently committing it to memory. After another moment, he looked for a fresh parchment and scribbled his immediate thoughts, 'Can't remove it one his own. Soars in heaven...Angels? This doesn't make much sense at all; Traditionally love can over power dark arts... He scowled. That was as far as he could get.
"Ugh. I'll make copies for Arthur and Lupe. Arthur'd be able able to figure out the weird 'golden red wings, Emerald of saph-' No way." He blinked, then added 'Emerald and Saphire? Me and Arthur?' Okay so it was a LITTLE ridiculous, but the thought had hit him and anything could help.
He frowned. "I hate dense poetry." He copied the verses down and stretched. "At least I can narrow down the option of the curse is to less than five..." He nodded to himself. "I'll show Lupe and Arthur this tomorrow.... He smiled faintly, glad the Mattie wasn't hiding anymore.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Apr 19, 2010 0:33:37 GMT -5
As he moved away something flutters from the book Its a picture, old and worn. It lands face up with Matt smiling happily, Al with his arm slung around him and the single phrase below it.
"Eric's Song"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Apr 19, 2010 1:09:55 GMT -5
Al blinked. Then something in him melted into a warm puddle of goo. "He kept my picture with him." The phrase below it didn't trigger any immediate thoughts, so he filed it away for later, instead gently stroking Matt's smiling face. Then the the image of Al nudged Mattie and whispered in his ear. The two teenagers grinned wildly and hurried off to the side, bumping and nudging and generally being all over each other.
Al blushed. It looked like to boys eagerly rushing off to find a broom closet together. "Heh, yeah right. That'd be embarrasing. 'Oh, yeah, my fourteen-year-old self in an old picture realized I was in love with you before I did.' 'Wow, Al, kinda Fail there.' Oh, wait. He's just my Best Friend, and loving him would kill him!" Al shook his head, then gently placed the picture on his nightstand, moving his notes, copies, and the book to a table further away.
"And seeing as I'm talking to myself..." He yawned and flicked off the lights before stripping and climbing into bed.
Unbeknown to him, the two images of himself and Mattie stumbled back into the picture, making out furiously.
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