Marcus Flint (cruel_hands) wrote in afic, @ 2011-09-03 12:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: isaac montague, character: marcus flint, player: deb, player: missy |
Who: Marcus & Isaac
When: 3 September, after dinner
Where: Flint Manor
What: it's been a couple of weeks, this could get awkward. or cranky.
Rating: TBD, but potentially high
Status: threading
Marcus had been late getting home. He hadn't left the DMLE until just before six, having taken time to shower there to get the worst of the bruising clean. He'd stopped off at Pansy's to bring Morgan her gift (a set of horse books) and say happy birthday to his,.. cousin? niece? Terminology wasn't necessary; Morgan was family. He'd made it home after that, and decided to forgo the necessity of bruise creams until later so he could sit down with his wife and brother-in-law, particularly when Isolde had announced she was starving already. He'd done his best not to wince when she hugged him and kissed his cheek. Through much of dinner he'd sat carefully still, a particular bruise across his back irritating him more than any of the others.
Dinner was good, as expected, the dessert small lemon custards which Marcus didn't really want after having had some cake at Pansy's, but he ate to be polite since the elves expected it, and it made Isolde smile, and it was his birthday. At the end, Isolde rose and smiled, saying that she had some things to take care of (which Marc interpreted as lying down until her stomach settled once more). She kissed his cheek, then left him with Isaac.
Marcus wasn't sure what to say. "Need to get some bruise cream," he muttered. "Fucking arse got me in the small of the back during the riots. Solid kick."
He knew what he wanted to say, and he knew what he ought to say, and he knew that they weren't the same. But he couldn't manage to spit either out when faced with Isaac sitting right there across the table. Instead he just muttered, "Could use a hand."