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Julian Travers (licentious1) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Julian had watched Tristan taking hold of Pandora's wand with interest, and hadn't felt any threat when it was briefly pointed at him. No matter what had happened, no matter how much guilt and shame filled him at times, he had never feared his little brother, and never would.

"Ah, but the two of you seem to forget that there is little mystery left with former bedmates. It's the future ones who are far more enticing," he added with a wink. "And don't take a little flirting as anything other than it is - again, you're stuck with me until you've had your fill and send me off, or until tonight when I'll need a cuddle in bed, and the choice will be between you lot and Wallace."

He also wouldn't be able to stay past the next day as he not only wanted to check on his dog but his mother as well. He'd tried to tell her about Tristan's release the other day, but he didn't know how aware she had been and how much of the information she'd taken in. He kept trying, though, as she deserved to know what was happening with her youngest son.

He grinned at Pandora. "Gemma's quite talented with both her wand and her fingers, it's just a shame she doesn't shag blokes anymore. A terrible waste, I tell you." He chuckled and turned to Tristan to explain. "Gemma's the owner of the spa. She was a year older than me in school and had an interesting reputation. So, aside from a wand, robes, and perhaps a little pampering, what else shall we do? Money is no object, it's my treat." His eyes lit up with a thought. "A broom, we should get you a broom too!"