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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-01-17 22:35:00

Entry tags:

character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint

RP: Dinner with a friend
Who: Bryony and Marcus
What: Reunion dinner
Where: Marcus' flat
When: Saturday, January 17th 2005, evening
Rating: SFW

Even after his extended absence, his flat felt far more like a home than anywhere else Marcus had ever lived. He supposed it had to do with the fact that he controlled the space, had made it his own in such a way that he hadn't been able to do elsewhere. For the first time in months he was actually able to relax, and could feel the tension slowly bleeding out of his muscles the longer he was inside the place he'd claimed for himself.

He'd finished cooking a little earlier than expected, the food waiting in the kitchen with a warming charm for Bryony's arrival, and left Marcus without anything to occupy his mind. It was a conscious effort not to pace, and instead he found himself standing by the window of the den, staring out over the street below, arms crossed over his chest. The view hadn't changed while he'd been gone, though his mind was far from what his eyes were seeing, cycling through all the same things he'd been trying to avoid thinking of but seemed unable to escape. The sooner Bryony arrived, the better, since her mere presence was usually enough to bring him out of these sorts of moods.

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goodlight
2015-02-06 01:42 pm UTC (link)

"It's alright," Bryony assured him. "It wasn't even my work." She hoped that if she ever did get a chance to show her own work that Marcus could be there - but if life threw up something more urgent she would still understand. "Dean's even on holiday this week," Bryony said. It had seemed strange to her - to take a holiday in January, so close to Christmas, but she supposed it made sense if you worked in a business that needed you to work during the festive season. As far as she understood, that was why Dean was taking time off now - because his friend ran the pub. "Not that he's very loud usually, but it's one less person to talk. And Ophelia's been quiet." Bryony still found Ophelia a little intimidating, and they hadn't spoken much, though she wasn't as bad as Cadmus who Bryony tried to avoid.

She frowned slightly, thinking of her canvas. "I hope so. You know you'll be the first to see it." Assuming, of course, that she actually put something on it at some point. She was getting tired of walking past it and seeing it blank, but she was running short of ideas. Feeling that they'd talked about her quiet enough, she decided to move the conversation on. "When do you start official training again?"

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marcedflint
2015-02-09 04:13 pm UTC (link)

Shrugging his shoulders slightly, Marcus answered, "Still, I wish I could have been there for you." It did make him feel a bit better that he hadn't missed seeing any of Bryony's work, and that she knew he would have been there if he could.

Smiling in contrast to her frown, he told her sincerely, "I'm looking forward to it." After all the support she had given him over the years, he couldn't imagine not being there for her in return.

"Not nearly soon enough," Marcus answered, warily considering flying with Roger in the morning. Aside from the personal considerations of that encounter, he was eager to get back on a broom, if only to have something to focus on to clear his head once more.

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