mariawarrington (mariawarrington) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2022-05-29 18:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: kieran doyle, c: maria warrington, d: 2028 05, ~ complete, Ω: rp |
RP: I promise I'm not drunk
Who: Maria + Kieran
What: Maria confronts the werewolf in the room.
When: 05/29/28; late evening
Where: Kieran's flat
Warnings: Knowing Maria, who knows, but brace yourself.
Completion Status: complete.
Maria had been avoiding Kieran (even at the office) since their awkward drinks. It had been over a month now. It was getting harder. First of all, he was always at the office. Sat in on every Group she helped run (felt like every at least). He was always just in staff room when she needed more staples or fresh coffee. His desk was right there as you walked in, all cluttered and there were his stupid piles of papers and files and she hated the sight.
She liked him. And she hated that. And then she'd made an ass of herself. When she'd thought he was gay, it was easy to pretend she just wanted to be his friend. To pretend that she didn't find him hot in a messy way. Pretend that she didn't want to impress him. Maybe that she wanted to be better, thanks to him.
But then she'd made an ass of herself. And he wasn't even gay. So she'd avoided him. And being the considerate person that he is, he'd let her. He'd not approached her at all unless it was strictly about Belby business. It was like he knew she felt she'd made an ass of herself. Or maybe he really thought she was an ass and he wanted to avoid her, too. Well. That thought had eaten away at her. She had never really cared if people didn't like her. But then there was Albie, and heartbreak, and Scorpius not being her friend after all... And her half-brother showing up and seemingly caring, in his weird, mean way. And then there was Kieran.
With his sob story and no-name-brand clothes and messy hair. She liked his messy hair, actually. But, she cared if he liked her. And she wanted him to like her.
So after a couple of glasses of wine at home, alone, on a Sunday night (and feeling proud that this was all she'd done all night), she stepped into her floo with a shout. His flat was still minimalist, and yet messy, but that didn't surprise her. She was reminded of the first (only) time she'd been here. She'd kissed him then, and it hadn't been a big deal. But he certainly hadn't reciprocated. "Kieran?" She called out for him, and he came, confused, down the short hallway. She assumed from his room. It was after 10, after all.