phillipa flint (pippips) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-08-01 13:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: marcus flint, character: phillipa flint |
who: marcus & phillipa flint
where: some island where marcus is
when: 1 august, morning
what: marcus has news
rating: e for engaged!
status: complete
It hadn't even been one day of being on holiday before something had come up. Phillipa would have said she was surprised, but she wasn't. That was what she got for putting an alarm on her journal for her family writing to her - and having Marcus for a brother. She'd barely gotten out of bed anyway and now she was expected to go somewhere for some reason. So she pulled on some clothes - what she'd worn the night before, easiest to grab from where it was on the floor, left a note for Viktor so he knew she'd be back when he got out of the shower, and apparated to where Marcus had told her to go, mimosa in hand. “Alright, now what's going on?” she asked, raking her hand back through her hair and taking a sip of her drink, arching an eyebrow. Marcus ooked up from where he was eating breakfast while Ginny was sleeping. He wished he could sleep in more but he couldn’t. He had already gone for his run, “Have a seat, some food, on the other side of the table where I am out of reach.” He gave her his most charming smile, “Because you love me. Very much.” Phillipa eyed her brother as she moved to sit in one of the empty chairs at the table, setting down her mimosa and folding her arms. She was always wary anytime there was something about him in the papers, or about to be, and he felt the need to warn her. This time certainly wasn't any different. “I do love you, but also want to slap you sometimes. Now spill.” “I…” Marcus paused and ran his hands over his face with a sigh, “Okay, so you are going to want to maim me. But do you remember a few months back when Ginny and I were going to pull that prank on her brothers to get them to back off?” He rested his chin on his palm. “Well, Since then things have changed. I fell in love with her Pips. I can honestly look you in the eye and say ‘I am in love with Ginny Weasley’ and mean it.” “I often do,” Phillipa said dryly, reaching for her glass to take a long sip of her drink. She remembered the prank well, in that she'd wanted to plan a lovely party and been told to stop. Still, one didn't exactly forget something like that. She arched an eyebrow at what he said next, nipping at the inside of her lip. “That's good, Marcus. That's a happy thing, right? Why am I going to maim you?” “Because she is currently wearing a family diamond and emerald ring….on her left hand ring finger.” He leaned back, to add a bit more distance between himself and his sister should she want to smack him, “I know it’s fast. I do. But Pippa - I am happy. GENUINELY happy for the first time in forever. Please, understand….you of all people I want to understand this.” He truly did. His siblings were two of the most important people in his world. And he never wanted them to turn away from him. But he was happy. And he wanted to be happy. Genuinely, over the moon happy. He felt like he had earned it. And he wanted this feeling for them too. More so if they didn’t kill him for not telling them BEFORE he proposed. Phillipa blinked once as she tried to let everything he said sink in. Maybe it was her own feelings toward the subject coloring her thoughts but she hadn't ever expected Marcus to get married. They were both wild in their own ways but similar, and after years of watching gossip article after the next about his getting around, well, she hadn't expected this. The prank months before had been as close as she'd ever thought it would be. “Oh.” Her brow furrowed as she drank what was left in her glass, setting it down and nudging it back from the edge of the table. “I… of course I want you to be happy, Marcus. You deserve to be, and being happy and in love, that's good.” “I know there is an age gap, and that she is young. But I also know that she makes me a better person and I make her better. I am not saying that it is happening tomorrow. I am not saying that it’s going to be perfect. But I am saying that she makes me feel….whole.” He rolled his eyes and gave her a grin, “And sound like a lovesick fool. But I mean every word.” Pausing he studied her, “You are the first person I have told.” A difference in age hadn't even crossed her mind. Was that a thing that mattered? So much of what he was saying echoed what Ginny had told her when they were trapped on that island together. That was good, she thought. They both independently said the same sorts of mushy happy things about each other. “Probably because you are a lovesick fool,” Phillipa murmured, getting to her feet and moving to the chair beside his, slipping her arms around him in a tight hug. “You deserve to be happy, Marcus.” Marcus had been bracing himself for a barrage of tiny fists. Like when he had told her that he wasn’t going to be living at home after school. He felt her hug him and grinned, wrapping an arm around her to hug her back, “And so does this mean I have your blessing? Because I want you on board with this. I truly do.” Softly he sighed, “Becuase your opinion matters.” He met her gaze with a wink, “But if you repeat that I will deny every word of it.” Phillipa couldn't help but smile softly at that, because she liked to think her thoughts mattered to her brothers - though it didn't always seem that way. She looked up at him for a moment before hugging onto him again, resting her head on his shoulder. “I'm on board,” she replied quietly, giving a nod. “Ginny’s a good person, and she won't put up with you being a total prat, which is what you need.” “I am NEVER a brat. I am strong willed and generally know the way things need to go.” His voice trailed off and he chuckled, “Even you have to give me credit for that. I mean - I did just lead my team to Victory in the cup.” He pressed a kiss to his sisters forehead, “I….thank you. I am going to tell Lucas when we get back for try outs. But I know the media and i wanted to make sure you two knew before it got into the press.” He shot her a side look, “And just where have you been on vacation.” “Yes, thank you for that, I would have murdered you if I found out second hand.” Phillipa sat up and reached across the table for her empty glass. “I just started my vacation, I haven't even gotten to enjoy a full day of it yet. New Orleans, if you must know, which is exactly where I plan to go just now.” She offered him a slightly wry smile. “Tell Lucas first thing, give my love to Ginny, and please don't need me for much else until my holiday is over.” Marcus grinned at her deviously, “I think I am going to need you - hourly - for the next few weeks.” He kissed her cheek, “Have fun and if you think of it - there is this local distrillery there that makes amazing bourbon. It would be a wonderful birthday present to your very beloved big brother.” “We’ll see if it crosses my mind,” Phillipa replied, rolling her eyes. “Take care, Marcus…” With that, she apparated back to her hotel room to immediately find a refill for her glass. |