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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-08-18 16:53:00

Entry tags:

character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Dean and Seamus, open?

What: Dean wants to be grumpy with friends

Where: Finnigan's - bar

When: Late afternoon

Rating: SFW

Dean was feeling distinctly unimpressed, and now also damp. The paint base he'd spent most of the day making, had made dozens or even of times before, had exploded over him. That hadn't happened since he was an apprentice. Clearly some small impurity had got in the cauldron despite all precautions.

Braith had come running at his shriek of protest and just pointed towards the door. She was a woman of few words and he knew it meant she would clear up while he went home to shower and give in for the day. Luckily the base wasn't poisonous or even dangerous, just mildly clingy. Over half an hour later he was finally feeling clean and Apparated himself to Monument Alley, swiftly making his way to the pub.

Seamus was installed behind the bar and Dean pulled a somewhat grumpy smile to his face. "Hey, can I get that free drink now? Stupid base exploded all over me, got sodding everywhere." He slapped his journal down on the bar and plonked himself on a stool.
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artistdean
2014-08-21 09:21 pm UTC (link)

Seamus' gestures of truce connected in his mind and he began to shake along with his heavy breathing. He still felt angry, but there was also terror creeping in around the edges and his eyes started to dart around the room as he suddenly realised he'd had his back to the door and most of the people. He usually trusted Seamus to watch his back but in this moment that wasn't helping.

He almost didn't hear the words over the roaring in his brain but the word 'flat' made it through and suddenly he moved, dashing down the bar to the opening, checking his rear before moving through to the private area and up the stairs.

Seamus' rooms weren't that big, but they were safe, they were warded and even Dean's panicking brain knew that somehow and his survey was rapid before he parked himself against a wall where he could see the entrance to the flat and have nothing at his back.

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openbottle
2014-08-21 09:31 pm UTC (link)

The half hour Seamus waited to give Dean a chance to calm down felt like a year. No matter how many times this happened, how much he knew it wasn't really personal, having Dean be angry with him still felt wrong on an almost physical level. Seamus checked the clock behind him exactly six times before finally hauling one of the kitchen boys out to cover for him. He hadn't actually taken a break yet today, he felt entitled.

At the bottom of his stairs he took a breath, bracing himself just in case Dean was still angry. Then he walked up, making as much noise as possible and even knocking (at his own door) before he let himself in. "Hey," he said, offering a smile but keeping his distance for now. "It's only me, taking a belated lunch break. Things okay in here?"

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artistdean
2014-08-21 09:46 pm UTC (link)

By the time Dean heard Seamus coming up the stairs he was considerably more calm than when he'd left the bar. There had been pacing and muttering and a lot of very precise breathing but eventually he'd managed to pull out his self-care kit and sit on the sofa, still slightly angled towards the door.

He had looked up at the sound on the stairs, hands still running over a scrap of paper with a stupid exchange Seamus and he had had in class back at Hogwarts on it. The room was full of the scent of the candle he'd lit, sea salt and the sense of warm water filling the air.

"Hey," he said quietly as Seamus came in. "Sorry. I know it was a joke, but logic deserted me for a little bit. I'm doing better now." He gestured to his box, similar to ones he kept at his own flat and the studio, several of the items next to him on the sofa where he'd been holding and using them.

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openbottle
2014-08-21 09:58 pm UTC (link)

The scent of the candle comforted Seamus as soon as he recognised it. Just the fact that Dean had calmed down enough to find and light it was a good sign. "It's okay," he said. He never needed Dean to apologise, but it seemed churlish not to accept it when he did. "I'll add it to my list of stupid shit not to say." He really did have a mental list, one which had started long before the war, of things he should think before saying.

He approached Dean on the couch. "Room on there for me?" he asked, hoping Dean would be ready for a hug but willing to respect it if he wasn't. He could take his own reassurance from the fact that Dean was still in his flat, rather than across the city in his own or his studio.

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artistdean
2014-08-21 10:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean inhaled deeply, making sure to look at Seamus and see his friend, remind himself of their connection and not the joke that had misfired in his head. Slowly letting out the breath again after a few seconds he nodded, shifting a couple of stray items onto the top of the box so Seamus could sit.

"Yeah, there's room," his smile not quite easy but certainly more relaxed. He wanted the comfort of touch now, the warmth of a friend. It was a touchstone all of its own.

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