Re: .:: Our mascarade is over ::. -- Corridors and Passageways

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Date Posted: 13:47:03 06/15/02 Sat
Author: Draco Malfoy
Subject: Re: .:: Our mascarade is over ::.
In reply to: Julian Emberson 's message, "Re: but i see through it all, see through... see you." on 23:39:51 06/02/02 Sun

.:: The first accusations of words had hit his ears, and something flashed within the depths of grey-blue eyes, but they seemed to both head on in their seperate directions, reguardless of the other.

This was a regular Shakespearian tragedy; the situation seemed to work so well, but, in the end, the players become the victims of their own circumstances, slaying what hope there was and creating a quickly driven demise. Was it so different here? No - with the exception that they continued to live on in spite of it, and, perhaps, if liberal amounts of pride were swallowed, there could be other chances at friendship.

But the words echoed through the young Malfoy's head; he knew, himself, that Julian was much the same as he. He'd never admit it, granted, so the least he could do was acknowledge it in the secrecy of unspeaking shadows. He couldn't help but feel so utterly burned, though, and something akin to a sorrowful emotion - and he refused direly to feel such a thing.

Blond pate declined to study the handiwork of the floor beneath him, he set off to finally be at rest in his common room; maybe, he could be at peace with himself there.

((OOC: Sorry, I've been posting on and off, but I must say that that was fun. If you ever want to continue their little nit-picky arguing and all that, just let me know.))

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