Joined: January 23rd, 2015, 3:24 am

May 11th, 2015, 3:37 pm #11



Bands. The words on the shirts were bands. Kincaid nodded, though he was still confused. "So, I wear the shirt and someone else that likes the band sees it, we could end up talking about how much we like this band? That's why you don't want me wearing one that I haven't listened to." It seemed like it was a lot of trouble, but he was willing to listen to these bands if Matt said he should. He had yet to find something that he didn't like after Matt said he would.

When Matt mentioned the fit of the pants, he moved his legs around. It probably looked weird, him moving his knees together then apart, then lifting a knee at a time as high as he could all while he stood at the end of Matt's bed, but he didn't care. Matt was the only one looking at him and he knew that Kincaid was weird. After he was sure they weren't going to stretch out anymore, he looked at the way Matt's pants fit him. They were looser, but also seemed longer because Matt was just a little shorter than him. Kincaid nodded, trying to keep that in mind.

After that, he tried a bunch of different shirts on, though he declined to try on more pants. It looked like all Matt had were different colors of the same things he already wore, so why try something else? Especially when Matt said that the ones he was wearing were fine to wear with all of the shirts he eventually picked out to borrow. Along with his small bundle of shirts, he had a list of bands he had to listen to, as well as horror movies he had to watch. Thankfully, Matt didn't seem to be in any kind of a rush to get him gone again. He tucked the shirts into a bag and then sat on the couch, completely unsurprised when the dogs rushed up to pet him. Probably, as soon as Matt sat down, at least a few of them would leave for their master, but Kincaid didn't mind. Instead, he looked at his friend. "What have you been up to all this time? It's been years."
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Joined: January 21st, 2015, 1:16 am

May 29th, 2015, 4:19 am #12



Watching Kincaid process the little lesson on muggle fashion was absolutely hilarious, but Matt did his best not to laugh. Grinning, he nodded at the summary of why it was a good idea for Kincaid to learn about the bands on the shirts. "Yeah, dude, it's like a...a beacon to other people that like the bands. Like I said, I'll get you a CD player and make you a mix or something, yeah? You'll need one in the muggle world anyway, believe me."

Mentally he tried to sort through his boxes of stuff to remember if he had a spare one kicking around. Seemed likely. At one point he fancied the idea of having one in every room of the house, just in case.

They shared a pleasant silence filled only by occasional comments as Kincaid picked his way through the closet. Some shirts were decided on instantly, others thrown aside just as quickly. It was nice, being together again. Matt hadn't even realized how much he'd missed this sort of friendship until now. Having spent the last few years alone with the exception of his ex and his family had left him a little rusty at social interaction, but this felt so natural. Like no time had past, like there wasn't an entire void of moments missing between them. Moments they could have been sharing, but Matt had been too blind to see just what was he was being denied in the muggle world until it was far too late.

But it was never actually too late, was it? Their interaction here proved that. The way that they fell into their old friendship with only a bit of hesitation. It felt normal and welcoming and...

And then Kincaid asked what he'd been up to and he felt his throat tighten a little. What could he say? What was there to say? Should he be honest? That seemed like the only way to go about it, really. But was Kincaid ready for that? Should he just brush off the question?

That's what he tried initially, really he did. Just sort of shrugged and muttered. "Eh, you know." But then suddenly there were more words, revealing ones. He was a flooded dam that finally broke. "I, uh, I got engaged, actually. There was...a muggle girl. Didn't work out in the end, obviously. But, uh, I tried." He shrugged, left out the parts where he had a little breakdown and lost himself for a bit. "Got into art again pretty recently and now I'm doing alright selling it. How about you? How has life been treating you?"



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Joined: January 23rd, 2015, 3:24 am

May 30th, 2015, 4:10 am #13



Kincaid pet the dogs, both hands busy as he waited for Matt to answer. When he did, he was glad that his eyes were on the dog under his hand, blissfully half awake. An odd feeling sat in his stomach when Matt mentioned being engaged and he didn't know what it was or what it meant. After a second, he realized it was because it was Matt that had said it.

He had family, and he had lovers. Kincaid even had friends, a lot of them actually. He was never lonely, and only ever alone as long as he wanted to be. But Matt was his best friend, and it wasn't a nice feeling to know that something so big had happened in his life and he'd never told him. He only let the feeling sit for a few seconds, though, before he brushed it aside. They had dropped out of each other's lives for a few years. Kincaid couldn't be mad about the lack of contact when he'd stopped trying after the first year. Matt hadn't returned any of his letters, so Kincaid had finally given up.

So, he wasn't angry, but he was curious. "Engaged? What was her name? What was she like? Is she horrible? Is that why it didn't work?" It was only after the words had slipped out that he realized there might have been a reason that Matt hadn't offered the information up. "You don't have to tell me anything." That had always been an option between them, though Kincaid didn't remember either of them keeping much away from the other.

His own life made Kincaid shrug. "I traveled for a year or so. Finally got to paint in Rome, not that it got me anything." His parents loved him and would have paid for him to continue painting for a few more years, but Kincaid had wanted to come back. It was fun there for a while, but after a certain length of time, it was just a little too different to feel comfortable. "And now I'm just kind of floating around, trying to find something to do with myself." He smiled at his friend.
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Joined: January 21st, 2015, 1:16 am

May 31st, 2015, 2:14 am #14



He's not quite sure why, but Matt can't help feeling very strongly that Kincaid is put off somehow by the fact he was engaged. Not angry or anything, just...disappointed maybe? Sad that he didn't know about it? Those both had potential. It was weird, he and Kincaid had been so close for so long. He remembered the letters that they'd exchanged, the ones he had stopped replying to because he was with a Muggle and owl post was weird, so please stop sending them. But had never actually shared any of those things with his should-have-been best friend. Never told him that he was trying to go without magic, that he'd stopped making pictures move. He knew damn well that saying as much in a letter would have made Kincaid worried sick, just as worried as his parents had been.

Bless them, really. It was a damn good thing they'd taken him back after he'd dropped off the face of the Earth like that.

A weight seems to drop on his chest the moment Kincaid asks what she was like and he tries to put off facing it. Grins at the talk of traveling abroad and gets genuinely excited when he finds out that his best mate went traveling and painted in France. "I bet your painting was wonderful. And you got to travel while you did it! That's wicked cool, mate. I'm seriously jealous. After a time like that you have every right to drift around for a while. Lots of world to see and things to do. No need to settle." He grins and spreads his arms wide for a moment to illustrate just how much world there was for him to conquer.

But then he was back to square one, all the questions about his ex lover that needed answering. What was she like? Was she awful or did it not work for another reason. And really, there was a whole mess of reasons it didn't work, but he started with the easiest to identify. "Well, she was a muggle, like I said. I, uh...I gave up magic for her." He gives a heavy sigh and sits on the bed, absently petting the first dog to jump up and nuzzle into his chest. "When we first met, I thought she was...I thought she was great. I mean...obviously."

He snorts at his own discomfort on the topic and tries to piece together how to explain the way he'd fallen in and out of love. "We met in an art class that I was taking at the local art studio in Cardiff. Her name was Jaimie, she liked my art and my dogs and we got along super well. She moved in after six months, we were engaged at nine, and by the time a year rolled around things were starting to get rocky. I was going from job to job because my muggle art was not nearly as impressive as what I paint now. Like, it was alright, but wasn't selling super well. But I'm an artist, it's what I do, and I wasn't going to tie that up. She hated it, though. Kept telling me that I needed to go to muggle college and get a degree in business or some shit like that. Merlin, there were red flags for months before..." For a moment he couldn't help trailing off, felt his stomach tighten at the memory. "I came home one night after a shift at the comic store I was working in and sat down to paint. I remember just being fucking exhausted and sitting down in the spare room and turning on some tunes and she comes storming in and we got into a huge fight. She, uh...she ruined a bunch of my paintings. Broke canvases, washed my paint down the sink, told me I was chasing a ridiculous dream...so I left."

With a casual shrug he patted Legolas's head. "Me and the boy here packed up and left, but she kept his brothers. Rather unfortunate, that." Shaking his head, he realized he felt exponentially better having told that story. "Sorry, I know that's a lot. Bit of a downer, really. Worked out for the best, I s'pose. Living the rest of my life without magic would have sucked."
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Joined: January 23rd, 2015, 3:24 am

June 3rd, 2015, 2:40 am #15



He did his best to keep his reactions as quiet as he could. He bit his lip when Matt said he gave up magic, and nodded sympathetically when he said he thought she was great. Of course he had. Why else would he have wanted to marry her? Other than that, Kincaid did try to keep quiet, only listening. It was obvious that Matt didn't really want to talk about it, though he was thankful that his friend was doing it anyway. It was hard enough to be gone for so many years, but he wasn't sure he'd have been able to handle it if Matt hadn't wanted to tell him anything about that time apart.

Still, it must have hurt so bad. To love someone so much that you plan to be with them for the rest of your life and then have it ripped away because they weren't the person you thought they were. Kinaid couldn't imagine it. Maybe fear of a situation like that was why Kincaid had never had a serious relationship.

Actually, he knew why he never had and it had a lot more to do with his free spirit than anything like that. If he loved someone, he'd go through hell for them. So far, he just hadn't found anyone that caught his attention enough to make him settle for any length of time.

That didn't matter though. Matt had gone through it and it had hurt him. "I wish you didn't have to go through it, though. Even if it was living without magic, if you would have been happy with her, I'm sure it would have been worth it." After everything, he still didn't know what to say. So, he worked for a few seconds to get himself out from under the dogs, then made his way to Matt's kitchen. After checking a few cupboards and drawers, he found a bottle of firewhiskey, which he brought to the living room with two glasses. After pouring one for himself and one for Matt, he set the bottle down and then held his glass toward Matt. "To getting together again after so many years." He smiled and hoped that his happiness at the sentiment was obvious. He'd missed him.
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