(emily) in my veins

[myles evan rosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png); border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-left: 3px solid #000000; border-right: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000;] you catch a glimpse of sunlight [style=float: left; background: #000000; padding: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;] Shining down on your face ”Fuck. Fuckity fucking fuckers who fuck.” Myles murmured aimlessly, his leather booted feet dangling from the weathered shingled rooftop. He was laying on his back, spine stretched to support his dangling legs. His hair was a mussed mess of brown tufts. His ordinary brown carpenter pants were covered in muck from cleaning up after the thestrals in their enclosure while serving detention. He wore a plain white v-neck that now looked like a tan shirt with abstract mud splotches smeared in all directions. His forehead was still sweaty and he had a cigarette poked unceremoniously between his lips. Every now and then, he’d let out a puff of air sideways. He looked like a mad man on a roof. But, he’d told Em to meet up in their usual spot, so why not? Every now and then, he’d reach for an ancient looking bottle of aged wine. He’d stolen it from one of the Black sisters. They were having some sort of gathering of friends and Myles knew they’d not miss one pesky little bottle. It tasted old. It tasted like it had been sitting in their mansion’s dungeon for much longer than any of them had even been alive. Myles savored it. He enjoyed the fact that he’d stolen it from a pack of bitches. His eyes danced through swirls of looming clouds that billowed overhead. There were clear patches in between. Those clear patches revealed a sliver of a crescent moon and what seemed like an endless span of stars. He picked out his favorite constellations, just like he did every time he spotted clear sky at night. And then he let his mind wander. She’d be there soon. They did this every week, on whatever night worked best. They’d done this since they were in second year of school. That was when Myles had gotten cocky enough to think it was okay to climb onto the courtyard rooftops. They dipped just low enough that he could reach up and pull his bodyweight to the surface. He’d always go first and then, he’d reach an arm down for Emily. Now days, they were both tall enough and strong enough to get up themselves. Myles had lost track of all the strange things they’d talked about. Sometimes, they’d gossip. Myles could be just like a girl in this way. He and Emily loved to make fun of their peers. Other times, they’d get serious. They’d had a few fights, but nothing ever too serious. Mostly, they ate. Myles had a habit of tossing food from the Great Hall into his rucksack before this little meetings. So, the two of them would snack on biscuits and crumpets and whatever else he’d gathered through the day. They’d skipped last week’s meeting. Myles hadn’t asked why. He’d assumed that Emily had gotten too busy. Maybe she was studying, something that Myles himself rarely did. Or maybe she had some kind of date. That idea made Myles a little disgusted. He hated most of the other guys around the school and thought they couldn’t ever deserve Em. His were just lazing into sleep mode when he heard someone grab his boot jokingly. ”Emily?” He called out to her lazily. [/style]

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[emily dawn greengrass]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top:#66CCFF 8px solid; border-bottom: #66CCFF 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] we must stay strong and relentless, She saw him before he could see her, spotting just the slightest movement on the roof. The spot they had picked was a part of the roof that almost never got seen or looked at for just that reason. But Emily was looking for Myles as her eyes had been trained to do, and found him easily. The sight evoked something inside her, something odd. It was like she had missed him, hadn't seen him for a long time. Which was absurd, since at least fifty percent of every day was spent with him. Between meals, classes, the common room, and just hanging out, she saw more of him than any normal person could stand. Maybe it was because it seemed like forever since she had seen him sitting on the roof in his casually cocky manner. They had not met up last week, disrupting the cycle. This cycle was not built to be disrupted or messed with. Once a week, every week, they met on the roof. They'd been doing it for nearly six years. Rain, sleet, snow, or shine, they met up on the roof. It was a sacred routine, and Emily could count the number of times the had missed a meeting on one hand. One of those times had been last week. The night they had planned for she had felt something coming, and asked to move it. But as the week progressed neither of them brought it up, each waiting for the other to say a date. Eventually the week had finished and the next had started, and it was too late. Maybe the reason she missed him so much was because this was her own, personal Myles time. Every other time there was always someone else nearby, listening in or watching them. This was the only true time she had alone with Myles, just the two of them and the night air. Eager to catch up with him, she walked out into the courtyard and over towards the spot. Having nothing on her person but herself and her wand, she realized she would not be forced to announce herself with throwing some noisy bag up before she made the climb. Unable to resist the temptation of messing with him as he was sleeping, Emily moved over towards his feet. Grabbing a shoelace of his boot, she started to pull it out, silently. She managed to untie both successfully before her clumsy hands knocked into his boot."Fuck!" she muttered as he called her out. "Yeah, it's me," she answered before grabbing the corner of the roof and pulling herself onto it. Moving beside him, she sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest. Her green eyes watched him for a moment or two. She did it often, memorizing as much as she could in case something happened and she never got to see him again. Unlikely, but life had taught her to expect tragedy. As always he was the same Myles she knew, just a different time, place, and outfit. His hair was just as messy as ever, but his outfit was not as snappy as it usually was. This one was covered with something- Emily didn't really care to know exactly what. Looked like...mud? "You know, I always thought you were supposed to walk around the mud, not in it," she teased. Catching his sweat and the tired demeanor of his body, He'd just come from detention, that was sure. She, however, had come from the common room. It was much less exciting, with no mud, Myles, or food. Leaning over him and snatching up his bag, she set it down between them and started rummaging through it. Emily, assuming Myles' snack was his cigarette and wine, she pulled out a large pile of crackers and began munching. After a second she lay down against the roof, stretching out beside her best friend, sighing comfortably. tag: myles word count: uh outfit: click notes:lololol your template<3

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[myles evan rosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png); border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-left: 3px solid #000000; border-right: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000;] you catch a glimpse of sunlight [style=float: left; background: #000000; padding: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;] Shining down on your face ”You don’t find my mud covered self completely adorable? Fine then, suit yourself.” Myles shrugged against the shingles of the roof. He let his eyes close once more, his features becoming soft. He listened as Em rummaged about for food. If she was guessing the wine was his meal, then she would be right. After she’d settled on something, Myles let his eyes open one at a time. At first, he’d just stolen a peek at her beside him. She seemed focused enough on her food, maybe this little instant would go unnoticed. Then, when he was convinced she wouldn’t catch him staring, he let his eyes read her. She looked frazzled, slightly. Perhaps it was just from the walk out here. Or maybe something was on her mind. But what? Myles couldn’t even endeavor to guess given it had been over a week since they’d last done this. ”How have things been? Ya know, in the past week or so?” He inquired, letting his eyes wander away from her, finally. He let out a breath he realized he’d been holding in. What was it about her that always seemed to catch him slightly off guard? [/style]

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[emily dawn greengrass]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top:#66CCFF 8px solid; border-bottom: #66CCFF 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] we must stay strong and relentless, She rolled her eyes and kept watching the stars. It was an often occurrence during her meetings to wonder why she had never taken Astronomy(and then remember what a nit the teacher was). It was too late to start now, but she had always admired the stars and the moon. They always shined bright and minded their own business, peacefully hanging in space. They came and went throughout the year, but they always returned the following year. They were visible anywhere you went, always there, always watching. They were independent, dependable, and confident. I'd like to be a star, Emily thought vaguely. But she knew it was unrealistic to even dream of such a thing. There was too much to do, too much to think about to go off and be a star. Stuff like Lacie, and graduating Hogwarts. What was she going to get a job doing? How was she going to make money? What was she going to do with Lacie over the summers? How was she supposed to feed her and clothe her without a job, with no income? She refused to continue letting her family take care of them. Lacie was hers, and she was legal now. They would not be staying with the Greengrasses anymore- but that led to the biggest question of all. Where the hell were they supposed to go? And lastly, when was she going to find time for Myles? Time like this, alone on the rooftops. Time to themselves. Where was he going, how far would he be from her? The long summers without him were bad enough now- was she ever going to see him after school finished? She dropped her cracker-filled hands to her stomach and rolled her head over to look at him. He always had everything figured out, even if his plan was just to wing it. Myles cut her off, asking his own question. "Uh, fine, fine," she lied gently. She had gotten another attack and flashback- which she didn't want to talk about. She had mentioned them once or twice throughout the years, but never anything more. They were a weakness in her, not something she wanted to bring up and confess to. Even to Myles. "Hey, Myles? Where are you gonna go, after school finishes? What are you gonna do?" She watched him, searching for some answer that would help her figure out what to do. He was less adept at school than her, but mostly because he refused to apply himself. If he really wanted, Em bet he could do anything in the world. tag: myles word count: uh outfit: click notes:lololol your template<3

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[myles evan rosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png); border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-left: 3px solid #000000; border-right: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000;] you catch a glimpse of sunlight [style=float: left; background: #000000; padding: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;] Shining down on your face Myles could see a lie in her eyes as she told him that she was fine. He didn’t push it though. That was one thing that being in Slytherin had taught everyone over the years. If someone didn’t want to talk about something, don’t pester them unless you know it’s something big, something worth it. He let his eyes narrow slightly, but moved on mentally. And then, she asked him one of those big, huge, horrible questions that no one ever wanted to face. Luckily, Myles was an exceptionally good deflector in these situations. ”Well, you know, I’ve actually put a lot of thought into this. See, once I’m out of school, I’ll get myself a passport and go to America.” Myles told her this, in all seriousness. He kept his eyes trained skyward throughout his speech though. This helped give off the proper effect. ”Once I arrive, I’ll get myself a shabby little flat somewhere. Maybe New York City. I hear they’ve got plenty of types like me, you know, mean. And then, I’ll fill out a few forms and join up with The Prestige.” He let a silence linger. This was where Emily would catch on. ”Oh, don’t tell me you’ve never heard of The Prestige… See, they’re this top secret wizarding agency who are placed in office buildings all through the States. They’re a bit like aurors, only way more bad ass. Some say they’re just a legend, but I got a contact from a mate a month ago. They also work on all these psychedelic projects to enhance magical ability. There are secret labs everywhere, apparently. “Point is, they’d be thrilled to have someone like me. They’re always looking for dapper looking guys who know how to get their hands dirty. High intelligence isn’t even a requirement these days so, they won’t care that my grades are shit. They just want someone who will follow orders. I’m quite good at that.” Myles finished. His eyes were playful. He shot Emily a look and grinned. He was obviously kidding. He had no idea what he’d be doing out of school. ”What about you Emsie Poo?” He asked teasingly. [/style]

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[emily dawn greengrass]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top:#66CCFF 8px solid; border-bottom: #66CCFF 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] we must stay strong and relentless, Catching the eye narrow, Emily turned back to look at the sky. She didn't like lying to Myles, hated it in fact. But she was not in a mood to share, not today. She listened as he spoke, searching for the answers to her own questions in his words. A few sentences into it, she realized he was bullshitting her. On any other day, this probably would have been funny, hilarious even. But there was something about today- the impending graduation, the spring night that reminded her of the forthcoming summer, the dark loneliness of the night that made his comment not funny at all. Annoyed, Emily resumed consuming his crackers, chewing rather loudly. He continued on, going off about some Prestige. Her anger was rising quickly. Didn't he get it, didn't he understand? Neither of them had anything. Well, that wasn't entirely true. Myles had his family, who would surely support him and care for him until he decided to go out on his own. Truth be told, Emily hated him for it. It was a small and insignificant hate, but it was there. He finished talking and looked over at her, grinning his stupid grin and asking her the same question. Making stupid nicknames for her. Her jaw tensed, the anger starting to flood her body. It was scaring her a little, how quickly she was getting angry at him. But there was pressure, so much pressure on her. And pressure and hot air are bound to explode. Turning her head to look at him, she matching his playful look with a stern glare. "I don't know, I was thinking of maybe getting a cardboard box, living on the street," she quipped. "Maybe someone will be nice and give me some markers, and I can decorate it! Maybe charm it so that it's got a nice couch and some lights. As for a job? Hmm. I could always try robbery, I hear it's quite the profession." The words were tumbling from her mouth, with no control or filter on them. "Or, even better, I could be a prostitute! Tell me, is the pay good?" As soon as the words had tumbled from her mouth, she wanted to take them back. Gather them from his ears and gobble them up, swallowing them down hard so that they would never come back up. Emily and Myles had fought before, but never like this. She had never said something as offensive as calling him out on his dating habits to the point of saying he was a prostitute. Em's eyes widened, regret filling them. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that, I swear Myles," Em mumbled, too angry at herself to speak any louder. tag: myles word count: uh outfit: click notes:lololol your template<3

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[myles evan rosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png); border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-left: 3px solid #000000; border-right: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000;] you catch a glimpse of sunlight [style=float: left; background: #000000; padding: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;] Shining down on your face Things seemed to escalate rapidly. Emily was growing tremendously angry and Myles knew he’d picked the wrong moment to joke. And then, all of these words were just pouring out of her. They were things Myles hadn’t ever had to think about. He’d lived an easy enough life. Having rich parents to support him gave him the ability to take all of the things Em had mentioned for granted. He knew he’d never be out on the street. Even if he wanted to be homeless, his mum would come out and pick him and tell him he was becoming an embarrassment to the family and that he needed to be institutionalized briefly in a private facility where he could get his shit together. That was the Rosier way. Emily seemed to be facing a reality that Myles would never understand entirely. ”Woah, slow down.” He started to try and speak over her, but she was on a roll. And then, bam! She hit him with something borderline cruel. She’d hinted at his sexual endeavors. She’d called him a prostitute. Who did that? Other than a joke? Was that what Emily really thought of him? He plastered on a fake, comedic smile at her words. He didn’t feel like laughing at all though. He felt like hitting a wall. He didn’t usually care what people said of him, but Emily’s opinion mattered. And if she really thought that, he was upset by it. ”Oh, you know, the pay’s great,” he said weakly, the joke not reaching his eyes. A cloud of gloom had settled over him. His features were tensed, his eyes were crinkled in frustration. ”And don’t. Just don’t. Don’t apologize,” he told her. A second of silence wavered between them before he took the reigns of this conversation. ”You don’t really think I’d let that happen to you, right?” He was giving her this look that only Emily Greengrass could ever get out of him. There was a newfound sense of softness, a gentle quality. It was at war with tension of the brief argument, but it was there. ”I’d just let you stay with me. It’s not like I’d have nowhere to go. My parents are already setting me up a flat in London for mid-Summer. There’s a guest bedroom. It could be yours in a heartbeat. I wouldn’t just leave you hanging. And I definitely wouldn’t allow you to live in a cardboard box or resort to prostitution. You’d be am embarrassment to our friendship silly. “ He winked on that last bit, obviously kidding. He wanted things to be light again, simple. But he knew the simplicity was far from gone and that Emily was still angry. He took a long swig from his bottle and rubbed at his cheek absently with his other hand, being careful to make sure the cigarette didn’t catch his hair on fire. [/style]

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[emily dawn greengrass]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top:#66CCFF 8px solid; border-bottom: #66CCFF 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] we must stay strong and relentless, Emily sighed, running her hand through her hair and looking up at the sky. Frustration filled her, mixing with the anger fueling her voice. Why had she said that? Why would she ever have said that? She knew it had hit home when he joked back. She didn't have to see his face, she knew the very subtle tone in his voice. And he wouldn't even accept her apology. That's probably what she hated most about his reaction. She hated apologizing, so did he. But she hadn't even given it a second thought, knowing their friendship was more important than her pride. He hadn't even cared, he wouldn't accept it. An offer to live with Myles seemed like a dream offer. Spend the summer getting her shit together while staying in the comfort of a home with her best friend? She wouldn't take the guest bedroom, Lacie could have that. Emily didn't mind sleeping on the floor or the couch. But realistically? Emily snuck a peek at Myles, spotting the cigarette and bottle. He'd probably be drinking all the time, with it being legal and being far from anyone to tell him no. Smoking too. There was probably some sort of consequence for being around all that smoke all the time. Em didn't care much herself, but she would not encourage that for Lacie. And Emily hadn't even thought of what kind of girls Myles would be pulling through the door every night. They were bad enough here at school, but on his own? He'd probably just pull them off the street. Emily knew she was being extremely cruel, even if she wasn't saying it out loud. She shook her head violently, golden locks flying out as she sat up. "No. Thank you, Myles, but no." Her words were coming out much more curt than she had intended. She looked over to him. He could be so sweet and caring sometimes, but other times he was just so...despicable. Emily's pink lips twisted in disgust as he took a giant gulp from his bottle, and picked on his cheek. "Don't you ever stop drinking?!" Her low voice was cold and quiet. Leaning over Emily swiped her hand, smacking at the wine bottle Myles was holding. She had never yelled at him strictly for drinking at their meetings, never having cared enough to say something. It bothered her when he did though, not wanting to go through the week with him sober to finally receive alone time and have him drunk. She knew he was still more than lucid now, but it didn't matter. Every little thing was more intense now, more annoying than every before. "And couldn't you have changed your pants and shoes before you came?! They smell horrid!" Wasn't she worth a sober, nice-smelling Myles? Was that really so much to ask for? tag: myles word count: uh outfit: click notes:lololol your template<3

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[myles evan rosier]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 480px; height: 400px; background-image:url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png); border-top: 3px solid #000000; border-left: 3px solid #000000; border-right: 3px solid #000000; border-bottom: 3px solid #000000;] you catch a glimpse of sunlight [style=float: left; background: #000000; padding: 5px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 5px; margin-left: 5px;] Shining down on your face He wasn’t sure if it was the fact that she’d actually told him she didn’t want to ever live with him or if it was that she’d smacked his wine from his hand. Either way, it was starting to get a rise out of him. He had fought with Emily before, but usually it didn’t start out this way. Usually, it started out as harmless bickering. Tonight, he couldn’t do anything right. ”Yeah Em, I do stop drinking. And then reality sets back in.” Myles spits the words at her. He escalates as quickly as she did before. They were both too extreme. ”Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me Emily? Now I’ve got to go change into fancy dress just to hang out with my best friend? You’re starting to sound like a clingy girlfriend or something. Not that we’d ever date.” Myles was speaking quickly now. Unlike Emily though, he didn’t jump to instant remorse for his cruelty. He didn’t even realize the weight of his statements. For, while he knew he care for Emily as far more than just a friend, he was uncertain her intentions would ever be the same. ”And what, exactly, would be so horrid about living with me that you’d rather live on the streets? You realize how that sounds, right?” He was becoming vicious with his words, letting them twist and twine in his head. ”Years. We’ve been friends for years. And all of a sudden, you’re too good for me. That’s what’s happening, right? That’s why last week, we didn’t even hang out. It’s not worth it anymore?” Myles was forgetting to mention that last week’s absence was as much his own fault as hers. He’d not pushed to reschedule. He’d not asked her to meet up at a later time. Instead, he’d just let her go. In all honesty, he couldn’t help thinking she really was much too good for him now. He was a murderer and she was a self-righteous protector of the weak. They never stood a chance. [/style]

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[emily dawn greengrass]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top:#66CCFF 8px solid; border-bottom: #66CCFF 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/24o0v2t.png);] [atrb=width,400] we must stay strong and relentless, "Oh, you poor little baby! What a hard life you must've had to make reality such a terrible place to be! What horrible friends you must have to not even want to be here with them!" She spit, venom striking out at him. Confusion filled her for a moment, and she looked at with raised eyebrows. "Why would you even bring that up, how is that even relevant? Why would we ever date?!" She truly was confused at this. Sure, they were just friends, but the still tried to look nice for each other...didn't they? Emily did, she was wearing a new shirt and everything. She had worn her clean converse, and had combed her hair before she left the dormitory. Was she the only one? Had she somehow taken his regular snazzy dressing as something for just her, rather than everyone? The thought struck a bit of hurt into her, to think that Myles didn't care how he looked to her. But he just kept going, regardless of her. No, living with him would not be so bad, but he was forgetting that the protagonist of Emily's life was not Emily. Too good for him? As if. "Whoa, whoa. Hang on." He was talking too fast, throwing too many curve balls for her to have any chance of hitting them.. "I never said I'd rather sleep on the streets than live with you! It's just not an option! I have Lacie to think about, she comes first, you know that." Emily had never introduced the two, but had told Myles about her. "And I don't want to have her stay with you and get it in her head that drinking and drugs and sleeping around is okay!" Realizing how that must sound, Emily cringed. But there was really no other way to put it. "I'm not too good for you Myles, that's not it!" Her anger was dissipating, but she was still yelling. "I had shit to deal with! Besides, where were you?! I've said no before, but you always asked the next day or the day after that! Why didn't you ask this time?! Were you too busy partying with your other friends? The ones who deserve a nice, clean Myles, because I'm so obviously not part of that group! Or maybe it was the ones who just use you for your drugs and your body!" She was getting carried away, going off on a tangent and rambling angry nonsense. "Well, I'm sorry for actually valuing you! I won't do it again!" tag: myles! word count: uh outfit: click notes:they're so in love<3

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