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Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-14 13:10:00

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character: dean thomas, status: complete

RP: Valentine's Day
Who: Dean Thomas and Ophelia Morand (NPC), Jess Thomas (NPC, offscreen)
What: A date that devolves
When: Sat 14th February
Where: London, various
Rating: NSFW - language

“Oh sod off, Jess. I’m not that hopeless. Besides the whole special date after I got back from Spain thing went well enough…”

Dean was walking along with his little used mobile phone pressed to his ear talking to his sister. Apparently she thought that he needed reminding about Valentine’s Day, and how not to make it suck for your girlfriend. Admittedly he’d not had a relationship which ran through Valentine’s Day before this, and he and Ophelia had had a certain amount of tension hanging between them recently because of his suppressed libido, but even he couldn’t forget this one. Besides, with Seamus decking he pub out for the occasion and talking about it as far back as Spain he wasn’t likely to forget. Not that he planned to send Ophelia one of the silly Valentine’s. She just wouldn’t appreciate the reference to the Lockhart year, or how bad they were.

“Yes, Jess. I’m on my way over there now. I have a rose and daisy mix because she likes daisies… Yes, I know. … Yes… No… Yeah, I’m fine, love you too, sis. Have a good day. Tell whoever it is you think I haven’t worked out you’re seeing that your brother might not be too intimidating but he’s protective and has scary friends. … Yes, I mean Susan. … Yeah. Bye, squirt,” he said, smiling as he poked the little red phone button and cut the call off and shoved it back in his bag one-handed.

He’d decided to walk to Ophelia’s flat after being ready far too early and feeling too antsy to stay at his flat any longer and was walking along clutching a bunch of flowers, and until a few seconds ago, his phone. He probably had another fifteen minutes or so to walk to the slightly better area where Ophelia shared a flat with two fellow French women.

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artistdean
2015-02-15 12:52 am UTC (link)

Ophelia stopped when Dean called because she didn't quite want to leave. She wanted to sort this out, dramatic exit in high heels or not. She looked up at him when came to face her. She was sorry for what she had said about his PTSD like that. She knew she shouldn't have, but it had been nagging at her for some time now. She never got the best of him.

"Then we can't do this," she said quietly. It had been coming, and some part of her knew it because she said the words almost before they had time to register. She had been deluding herself that this would continue to work between the tension and the lack of sex and the fact he just didn't seem to want to open up to her.

"Au revoir, Dean," she said and strode away to the Apparition point. She needed a drink, and possibly to cry.

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artistdean
2015-02-15 12:58 am UTC (link)

Dean could see the decision in her face the moment before she delivered it and something released inside him and he had to steel himself against the rush of tears that threatened to fall.

"Goodbye," he said, words choked out to her retreating back.

What he needed now was to not have to deal with all of this. He barely remembered to stumble out of sight before apparating to Seamus' flat, grabbing his self-care box and heading for the bedroom. He stripped down to his boxers, lit his candle with a flick of his wand and crawled under Seamus' duvet and curled up, crying before he was quite able to get it together and take his potion.

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