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 He's the tear in my heart, for Miles
Dmitri Haag
 Posted: Feb 21 2017, 10:00 PM
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Decisions and In-decisions... That's what the Seventh year Griffindor felt as he paced around. The smell of dampened grass and soil wafted up to the top of the desolate tower. It wasn't everyday that Dmitri wandered into this part of the castle, but it was too gloomy for him to stay anywhere else. The overlooking lattice was drenched in rain water the air was cold and dry at the same time.

He was humming to a small tune, it wasn't one he'd usually hum at times like this since it was a rather upbeat song but it worked for him. He sat at the small alcove, near enough for him to see the the rain and far enough to not get caught in it.

Being alone was never really his style. Maybe, possibly, he wanted to be in his thoughts and not surrounded by many people. He was being indecisive.

"Pull yourself together, D." he managed to tell himself.

The tune that was in his head changed into something more than upbeat. it was a little angry, but also playful.

"Sometimes you've got to bleed to know,"

He started, the song now filled his mind, his guitar wasn't there but that didn't mean that he couldn't sing it.

"That you're alive and have a soul,"

The rain was half drowning out his words.

"But it takes someone to come around to show you how."

He was into it now, standing up he kept singing up until he realized he was under the rain, laughing at himself as he sang.

"She's the tear in my heart, I'm alive,
She's the tear in my heart, I'm on fire,
She's the tear in my heart, Take me higher,
Than I've ever been."


Then he remembered how he was cheated on just months before he had come to this secluded tower. He hoped no one would see him in such crazy emotion-filled melodic lash-out. As if he wasn't crazy enough. He wasn't missing the girl. More like he was missing the feeling of having someone.

But at the same time he didn't want a relationship yet.

In-decisions...

@Miles Beckett

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Miles Beckett
 Posted: Feb 25 2017, 01:04 AM
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    There were few things that the Ravenclaw treasured, amongst those things were many things most others would consider trash. People left and so it was the memories and trinkets that Miles clung to. A lighter that no longer produced a flame? Useless to most, not functional in a normal sense. To Miles it held a memory of someone, a kind gesture when anxiety had tried to strangle him. A old blanket, threadbare and full of tears and holes. It wasn't very warm these days but on nights when the boy found himself alone and shaking with anxiety it was as if Aunt Maggie was there. It was as if she was there to soothe him, the smells of home still lingering on the old threads. Sometimes Miles wished his little family hadn't pushed him away, wished they hadn't forced him back onto the train to Hogwarts. Of course they just wanted the best for the 7th year, but it only made him feel more alone, his mind twisting such things into more than what they were. Did they really want him gone that badly? Pushing those thoughts away the eagle instead thought of more pleasant things, such as the guitar that was currently slung across his back. Margo had been a gift, his most treasured gift. Jack was special, one of the only people who had ever stuck around. The older boy had always been there when no one else had been.

    It was like having a piece of home with him, a small piece of peace that sat amongst the chaos.

    It was raining, which was odd for this time of year. It was still winter, and yet a flux in temperature had turned everything to mud. It was entirely too wet outside. Raindrops falling like the hopes and dream to crash into the mud, which was were such things belonged. The cherry on the end of the cheap cigarette perched between the blond's lips only stayed lit due to a small charm of the eagle’s own invention. The eagle was full of small things like that, both in the muggle world and the magical one. Smoke trails followed the path from the castle to the abandoned tower, one of the boy’s hideouts he liked to retreat to when people became too much. And people were almost always too much for him.

    The squish of footsteps paused as Miles cooked is head a bit, a voice carrying through the rain. Someone was singing their damn heart out. It felt intrusive to be there, to listen as emotions ran rampant. As if he was suddenly overhearing a very private conversation, and yet Miles wasn't entirely sure what to do in that moment. Did he just barge into someone's soul session or just stand there in the pouring rain? Standing in the rain was cold, and it meant he'd be soaked to the skin by the time he actually got to his destination. It, however, beat having to deal with people and their emotions. It was only after whoever was singing had stopped, that the eagle resumed the last little stretch to get to the tower. Obviously it was not empty but he hadn't been expecting a face he knew. Bourbon eyes sunk to the stone steps as he paused, not entirely sure what to say. Words always seemed to escape his grasp, leaving Miles to fumble through social interactions. “Hi.” Miles mumbled before stiffly heading up the stairs, Margo still in tow, to get warm.

    The air smelled of dust and mildew, and yet this place was a sanctuary of sorts. Silently the eagle cleared old books away from the fireplace, probably left there from a previous visitor and not returned to the shelves. With a few old logs Miles was able to get a small fire crackling, the glow filling the room with warmth and light. Carefully, as if handling a small child, Margo was gently set against one of the several armchairs so that Miles could shed some of his soaked layers. First the hoodie was hung on a peg near the fire, the grey shirt with Pluto, never forget soon joined the adjacent peg. Miles stopped there, considering that his ghostly chest would be enough to scare anyone away. The eagle had a somewhat sickly complexion, one that was not aided by the bags that hung below his eyes and the constant expression he wore, as if someone might hall off and beat him at any moment. Finally, after what felt like hours -though was really only a few minutes- the seventh year sunk into an armchair, pulling Margo into his lap as fingers gently caressed the strings that ran along her neck.

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Dmitri Haag
 Posted: Feb 25 2017, 02:14 AM
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"Oh, hey..." was the only appropriate reply, Dmitri could say after such a fit of singing. His Les Paul, Sierra was nowhere near him, and he only sang so loudly towards the gray skies.

'Miles might have thought I'm some kind of lunaitc.' he thought.

The talks they had at the common room since felt irrelevant to this moment, but to him the Ravenclaw wasn't the slightest bit irrelevant. He had met Miles, their paths connected, and he made sure all paths that he had were still that way. Still his throat that was worn with his trance, the clutching of his hand on his chest, and the pained look in his face appeared very clearly. At least it was someone he knew, and not someone else. He walked into the shelter of the tower and away from the rain, there he slumped at the ground he stood on.

"You heard?" he asked.

The only instances that the boy would be in such a state was when he felt so into his music that his emotions mixed in as the music took over, but this was the one where it's the other way around. Filled with so much loneliness he sang what he had in his mind, his emotions took over. Seeing the boy as he played his guitar, Margo. Yes, that's what he remembered her name was. from a slump his back fell on the dry floor, his wet hair and clothes dampened it.

His racing heart had slowly caught up to his breathing's pace.

"It's the exact day five months ago, that I found my girl at the abandoned classroom, swapping spit with some guy." he added while laughing at his awkward confession, "A year and she leaves me for sex, great."

He was comfortable with Miles, he did not know why, maybe it was because he found him attractive and cute, or maybe because they share the same interests. But mostly it was not like he was going to walk to his friend Aki and/or Emil and start rambling about his love life. The boy was lonely but not desperate. But without anyone else to talk to about it he just laughed it out with someone he knew would share the same insight of forgetting the past.

But to Dmitri, even if he can forget about the past, he wont forget the feeling. He was just happy that he has never fallen in love with someone before they started asking to be his partner. Besides, the only people he knew in the castle he liked were Aki and Emil, he wouldn't even think of asking the girl to be his. He'd rather have a older brother and little sister relationship, besides the girl liked Emil. It was cold, despite the emanating heat from the fireplace just across the room. He just laid down there listening to the strums of Miles' guitar, looking at the ceiling. And then lion had realized as he listened, that other than those two there was one other he liked.

"I'm an idiot."

~~~
@Miles Beckett
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 Posted: Mar 3 2017, 09:57 PM
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    Steel strings dug into his fingertips. Callused and well used fingertips that had never seen an easy day in their life. Miles liked the soft conversation of notes that hung in the stale air, unspoken truths of the world hanging at the eagle’s fingertips. It was better than talking, he wasn't comfortable with talking as much. Okay, he hated talking simply because he struggled with communicating. Why could the world not exist without such unnecessary things, did they not have written means of conversation? The world could be such a cruel place, people always wanting to chat with him and such, leaving the blond to shrug and make nervous noises.

    Had he heard the other boy singing? Singing his heart out, well yes he had. It had been unavoidable, much to his discontent. Such things made him uncomfortable, emotions sometimes lead to talking. Dmitri had just proven that point all over again. Did the other boy suddenly want to talk about whatever it was that pained him? The Ravenclaw wished the lion wouldn't, wished that the boy invading on his plentiful me time would just not do such things. Wishing wasn't something Miles believed in, you could wish upon a thousand stars and such things would never come true. Once upon a time a young, hopeful Miles Beckett had tried such things only to find that wishing was pointless. Wishing was just a charade for the simple minded.

    The lion was talking, about some girl that had broken his poor heart. Miles shifted a bit, fingers finding the g chord and strumming gently. Up, down, up, up, down, down... it had been one if the first strumming patterns he had learned. Fingertips found a E chord, and then a minor, the pattern following along as he mused. This was why Miles didn't let people get attached, didn't let them even start to scale those walls the blond hid behind. Relationships just seemed to just invite such things, and people always left in the end. It wasn't so much an if but a when with such things. Social etiquette wasn't something Miles excelled at, maybe if he just ignored the comment the lion would stop talking about it. It was probably just wishful thinking, and so it was doomed to fail.

    For a moment, just the soft chords hung in the air. It was how things where meant to be, no talking, just existing. The blond startled at the Gryffindor’s next outburst, hitting a wrong note as his posture stiffened a bit. "Hmm?" Miles made an awkward noise in question. Was Dmitri an idiot? Miles wasn't really one to judge, but given their current predicament, the eagle was inclined to agree. Only stupid people let other people into their lives and then crumbled the moment they left. It was what people did, they left. A quiet sigh escaped his lips as Bourbon eyes dropped into his lap, was he about to hear more about this girl? He really didn't want to.

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Dmitri Haag
 Posted: Mar 3 2017, 11:26 PM
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Miles' soft reply rung in his ears before letting a small moment of rhythmic silence between the two, the guitar felt so soothing. After all, music was one of the only things he cared most about. Yes, he was really an idiot. Laid there cold on the floor just staring at the tower's ceiling, mind going from what's been happening to the sound of the music. He closed his eyes, his clothing was drenched, his hair was a mess from his usual neat quiff.

Badump.

His heart that had been working so hard to catch up with his actions from before.

Badump.

Slowing down to a normal pace.

Badump.

Humming along to the sound of Margo.

"What song is that?"

He let everything out and now that he had nothing left to spill, he was at ease. Just wanting to stay still and listen, or possibly sing along. No, not leaving yet as he enjoyed the Ravenclaw's company no matter how awkward it was. To him, the boy was very interesting. Another musician in the castle who shared the same love of a genre that quite a few people accepted in this modern society.

"Do you want to jam out?" He asked not moving from his position. He was quite the singer himself but what else was new, he'd often sing around the castle anyway. It was quite possibly his source of calm and chaos.

It was only a few more minutes that he started to sit up, his clothes were still sticking to him as his body heat was lowering due to the damp clothing. His body had left a wet mark on the floor to which he laughed at before taking off his jacket and shirt, casting a heating spell on them after propping them up to the thin rails of the stairway balcony.

~~~
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