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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-11-06 15:05:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, status: complete

Silent Night
Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Hiding out
Where: Seamus' childhood home, Greencastle, County Tyrone, NI
When: Bonfire Night (backdated)
Rating: SFW

Seamus had been planning for Bonfire Night ever since he'd heard about Dean's reaction to Diwali. He'd had Dominic come over to his mam's place and soundproof Seamus' old bedroom. He'd had him spell the curtains, too, to make sure no sudden flashes of light were going to get through. Seamus didn't really expect it to be a problem - Greencastle didn't have a village fireworks display and the magical houses among which his was settled would probably apparate to a bigger area less likely to be observed by muggles so they could use magical fireworks to their full advantage. Still, he'd rather be overprepared than under so he'd also brought along Dean's self-care box from his flat.

All he had to do now was wait for Dean to arrive. He knew he was welcome whenever he finished with work - and if he wasn't here when it started to get dark Seamus would just go get him. That wasn't quite the case yet, though, so Seamus was standing in the kitchen with his mam helping her make soup. There were rolls and cheese and fruit - as well as unhealthier alternatives of marshmallows and toffee apples - waiting upstairs for them, but Seamus had wanted something warm too. Besides, nothing was more comforting than his mam's lentil soup. Seamus shot another glance out the window, his eyes tracking the sun as it headed towards the horizon. He didn't think Dean would forget this - not even if he got caught up in painting - but you never knew.

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openbottle
2014-11-18 02:59 pm UTC (link)

"Ah, 'm sorry," Seamus said, looking genuinely contrite. He hadn't meant to attack Dean while he was eating - though it looked like Dean had managed well enough. "Maybe I should interrupt the last minute panic. "It's not as if you really need it or like it helps in any way. I'd be doing you a favour." He glanced around the bedroom, wondering if his robes were still here or if his mam had sent them to Finnigan's with him. He'd have to ask her. Or he could use a summoning charm. Either way, he could put it off for a few days. "Are you trying to show me up with your fashionable modern robes, Thomas?" he teased. "Maybe I should show up in my worst ripped jeans and faded t-shirt. I can be your groupie." He was pretty sure artists didn't have groupies, but it was the word which best fit the image in his head.

Seamus shook his head and attempted to look grave. "No can do. It's a serious part of my best-friend duties to make sure all romantic partners know just how huge of an idiot you are. If they can't deal with it, they're not worth your time." He was only kidding - well, about the first part anyway. Anyone who was turned off by amusing anecdotes of teenage Dean really wasn't worth making an effort for. "But maybe I'll be really nice and save it for after the show. Just so you're not so stressed. And to make sure you don't hit me." He finished his chocolate frog and floated the soup bowls away to wait by the door. Stretching out and folding his arms under his head, he glanced over at Dean and said, in a more serious tone, "What do you reckon? Think she can cope with the full Seamus-and-Dean experience?" They'd both had problems before with partners thinking they were too close, being jealous or suspicious that there was more going on. Much as he hated it, Seamus had tried to moderate his behaviour when Dean was in a relationship - he just needed to know how much...

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artistdean
2014-11-19 11:01 pm UTC (link)

He waved off Seamus' apology. He wasn't actually mad, just surprised. "Oh, I wasn't meaning so much my panic as the whole thing with everyone finishing setting up the drinks and nibbles. Although I'll probably be stressing too. You can come interrupt that. Or still be there to interrupt that. It's not a calming experience for an artist, having a big show," he said, nibbling absently at his frog. "Showing you up wasn't exactly the plan. Not getting too many disapproving looks from Parkinson and making a good impression was my plan." The image of Seamus in his 'groupie' clothes in the sea of well-dressed was strangely compelling and he shook his head to clear it. There was another idea to stick on the list, the out of place person in a crowd. "I don't think you want to feed those rumours. Most people think groupies are only out to sleep with whoever. Plus it's a music thing not an art thing, I think."

"Seamus!" he half-whined. Admittedly Seamus had a point, but he rather liked the idea that Ophelia thought of him as sort of worldly and not a teenage berk with the co-ordination of a new-born giraffe. Growing fast had thrown off his co-ordination terribly for a while. "But sure, hopefully she can deal with a few stories of my idiocy. After the gala," he insisted. He didn't need her pulling faces at him across the room or something, he just wasn't used to it like he was with some of his friends.

He shrugged, he had no idea if Ophelia would cope with Dean and Seamus being more like themselves. It hadn't been long after she arrived that the show was decided on and it had thrown off the amount of time he spent with Seamus, or anyone else for that matter. "Don't hold it back. It's never worth it if you and me can't be you and me," he said after a while of pulling bits of chocolate off his frog and eating them, lost in thought. He liked Ophelia, sure, but he'd rather lose her than his best friend. He'd rather do just about anything rather than lose his best friend.

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openbottle
2014-11-21 03:11 pm UTC (link)

From his position on the floor, Seamus nodded. He still tended to get anxious himself before big events at Finnigan's - new clubs or the chess tournament final. He could only assume it was worse for Dean who was baring far more of his soul than Seamus was. "If Parkinson looks disapprovingly at you I'll just have to make a bigger idiot out of myself so she'll be too busy glaring at me. Shouldn't be hard."

He laughed at Dean's protest, already making mental lists of stories he could tell Ophelia that would be funny and a little bit charming and wouldn't upset Dean too much. "At least you know what to expect from me," he added. "It's Jess I'd be worried about. She seemed pretty keen to grill us about Ophelia - imagine how much worse she'll be around Ophelia herself."

Dean's next words gave Seamus a fluttery feeling in his chest - relief? Somehow being given permission not to hold it made doing so easier. It was his choice, now, not Dean's request. And it was always nice to know he was important enough to Dean that he didn't want to throw what they had away, or hide it. He rolled over to his stomach and army-crawled over to Dean before flipping onto his back once more, his head butting up against Dean's hip. He didn't say anything - he didn't really need to. Instead, he levitated over some of his pile of treats and let them rain down over the two of them in a shower of sweets.

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artistdean
2014-11-21 08:37 pm UTC (link)

"Never hard to make you look like an idiot," he agreed solemnly, and then grinned and waggled his eyebrows comically. He was sure he could actually rely on Seamus to cheer him up or distract anyone who needed distracting. "But thanks, I appreciate the offer."

The last piece of chocolate frog stopped part way to Dean's slightly open mouth. "Shit. And there's no chance of them avoiding each other," he said with a groan and shoved the chocolate into his mouth as a distraction. "And Mum and Dad too. I might manage to get her to stay away for the pre-show visit, but on muggle weekend there's not going to be an excuse." He dropped his face into his palm and smacked it a few times. "That's going to be so much fun," he said peeling his face off his hands. Mostly his previous partners hadn't got to the stage where they met his family but with dating someone at the studio and the show coming up it seemed pretty inevitable.

Dean snorted as Seamus crawled his way over, but he was smiling. He couldn't help himself, it was such a ridiculous thing to do, but just made him feel right at home. He dropped his hand down and started running his fingers through Seamus hair. He sighed softly, feeling himself relax more, letting the stress of the possible fireworks drop away even further. He laughed and poked Seamus' head briefly in protest before going back to stroking. "So determined to drop chocolate on my head!" he said lightly.

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openbottle
2014-11-22 09:15 am UTC (link)

Seamus couldn't help laughing at Dean's obvious distress, mostly at the way it seemed to animate his whole body. Once he was firmly settled with his head propped against Dean's leg, he reached up and caught one of his friend's hands, patting it consolingly. "Then I'll just have to distract them too," he announced. "Don't you worry, there's enough idiot to go round." He doubted he could prevent the meeting entirely, but he could probably save Ophelia too thorough a grilling.

When Dean's fingers found his hair, Seamus closed his eyes and exaggerated the way he leaned into the touch like a giant cat. Well, he was a lion, after all. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth," he advised as he felt around until his hand latched onto a licorice wand. "Chocolate is chocolate, and now we don't have to move."

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artistdean
2014-11-22 03:54 pm UTC (link)

"My saviour!" he said, flopping onto his back and holding a dramatic hand to his chest, an amused sniff. "I mean I'm sure she can cope with meeting everyone, but if Mum gets all enthusiastic and starts grilling her, or Jess for that matter..." he trailed off, pretty sure Seamus would recognise his mother's particular brand of benevolent interrogation. One that Jess had picked up.

Uncrossing his legs he just allowed himself to lay back, stroking Seamus' hair idly. It was stupidly relaxing, and he was half wondering if he might drop off with the comforting weight of Seamus' head on his leg. The position was a bit different to how they usually curled up on the sofa, but being back in a place where they could do this was so good. Not just because it was comfortable, but also because it calmed the portion of his brain that had been taken up worrying about their situation on top of all the stress about the show. "Okay, works for me," he said, reaching out and finding a pack of sweets and tearing it open with his teeth so he didn't have to stop petting Seamus' hair. Such a good decision to do this.

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