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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
2015-01-27 02:30 pm UTC (link)

Bryony's mouth twisted sadly. She could remember feeling like that, before Christmas. Where had it gone? And how was she going to get it back? At the same time, she wished they could both be more than 'content'. It didn't seem possible now - not with Phillipa ill and Shauna's wedding getting closer - but she hoped one day Marcus would find something that made him happy. As for herself? There was a nagging thought at the back of her mind that she would be happy if only she were thin. Then her family would accept her, then there would be no reason to...

Marcus interrupted that depressing train of thought and she let him, following as he pulled away towards the kitchen. "You could never be a bad host," she told him, smiling slightly. "This is the best place in the world." And, to her, it really was. There was nowhere else in the world she felt more comfortable - whether Marcus were there or not, whether there was food available or otherwise. "You have to let me help next time. I'm getting much better at cooking."

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marcedflint
2015-01-28 12:33 am UTC (link)

Flushing slightly at the compliment, Marcus answered, "I'm glad you think so." Bryony was always welcome, of course, and while his home made him happy, it was strange to think that someone else might feel the same way.

"I have no doubts about your cooking abilities," he told her with a small smile. "And it's just Caesar salad and baked chicken, nothing that required too much effort." Which wasn't to say that he wouldn't have gone to the extra effort if he'd needed to, but he'd wanted to keep things simple, after the chaos and complexities of his family house. "But next time just let me know what you want, and you're more than welcome to help."

Serving up two plates, he sat both at the table as he asked, "How is everything at the studio?" Marcus had always enjoyed Bryony's art - he wouldn't have gotten it permanently inked onto his body otherwise - but he was curious how it was going in a professional sense.

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goodlight
2015-01-28 06:24 pm UTC (link)

Bryony smiled and sat down, letting Marcus do the work of bring plates and filling glasses. If she had a space of her own, she'd have offered to return the favour but without it the best she could do was try to help in his own kitchen when he'd let her. She certainly wasn't going to invite him to dinner at Pineview Hall anytime soon. "It's been quiet since the show," she admitted. "We got the space back to normal but no one's really started filling it yet." Before the show, Bryony had been used to finding Ophelia's kiln full of new jewellery, Cadmus's statues-in-progress littered around both his space and the communal areas. Dean and Braith kept mostly to their rooms, but would ask her to help with potions or cleaning.

"I had time to set up my own canvas." Though she loved paint and colour, most of her work since taking on the apprenticeship had been in sketchbooks, trying to get people right in basic black, grey and white before she complicated them with colour. "It's the standard size but it feels huge. I don't know where to start..." The canvas had, in fact, been sitting empty and untouched in her corner of the studio for days now. When - if - she finished, it would be the biggest piece she'd ever done (not that that was saying much) and she didn't know what she wanted it to be of.

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marcedflint
2015-02-04 10:49 pm UTC (link)

"I'm sorry I missed it," he apologized quietly, even though he thought that Bryony would be rather understanding of his absence. He would have much rather have been there than stuck in the manor with his mother. Nodding his understanding, Marcus commented, "Quiet can be good." Merlin knew he could certainly use some these days, and though he was itching to get back on a broom and a training regimen, it was probably for the best that he didn't have Quidditch to over-complicate things at the moment.

Once everything was served, he sat down across from Bryony, smiling at the mention of mention of her canvas. "I'm sure you'll figure it out," he said reassuringly, because he was at least certain of that. Marcus was ridiculously proud that she'd followed her dreams, at least in regards to her artwork, and while he'd never been anything of supportive, he couldn't find a way to express that, so he just added, "I'll be excited to see it when it's done."

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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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