A finger lifted, settling lightly to Cygnus' lips as he shushed him with a blank a stare and a smirk. "I wasn't the one to send the owl insisting it was over, Black. Nor was I the one to insist I deserved better." Had Cygnus been paying careful attention he would have caught the brief stroke across his lips before Gaultier allowed his hand to drop; however, it was brief and carefully hidden behind a simple shake of Gaultier's head.
"As far as I'm concerned we've been through." Words quietly whispered, sadness hidden behind them to Gaultier's surprise.
While adverting his gaze across the room, Gaultier urged Cygnus to the side and took several steps away; there was more than just distance between them now and no amount of pleading could remove the awkward feeling of betrayal either currently felt. Pursing his lips, he gave a final turn and met what was once his lover's gaze. "I would have given you anything you wanted."
The loud bustling noise of the party taking place behind them droned on, even louder now Gaultier had begun to notice. Still, his thoughts managed to drift away: Cygnus P. Black, the very man he had known since the beginning of their school years had all but matured in the art of lo-- shaking his head simply, Gaultier glanced down. There was no since now in dwelling on the past.
Cygnus was not as simple to understand as the black and white of a panda -- no, he had so many more factors thrown in, and Gaultier despite his attempt to, could never quite keep up.
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