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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-02-14 23:59:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Valentine's Moping
Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Moping, cake, more moping
Where: Seamus' flat
When: 14th February, late
Rating: SFW?

After shooing out the last of his customers, Seamus locked the doors and set the wards largely by force of habit, before looking around one last time as if he'd surely forgotten something. They hadn't talked about it, but he'd really expected Justin to show up tonight. They weren't dating, but nor was either of them seeing anyone else and Valentine's Day seemed as good an excuse for friends to have sex as any other night. Seamus had even bought a present, and saved the red velvet truffles that had arrived with the cake from Mel. Seamus paused at the bar, staring absently at a bottle of good whiskey one of his customers earlier had specially requested. If Justin didn't want to be here - for whatever reason - Seamus wasn't going to go find him and demand an explanation. He might be working, or with friends, or just already asleep. Seamus knew he had no right to know what Justin had deemed more important than him tonight - but that knowledge didn't make him feel any better. With a huffed exhale, Seamus floated the whiskey, the truffles and what was left of the cake up into the air ahead of him.

It was too late to go see Susan, though if Seamus had known he'd be alone tonight he'd probably have made plans to do so. As it was, he wondered what she'd arranged to do tonight with both Seamus and Dean presumably occupied. Maybe he should have sent her something more comforting than a bad limerick. Some of Dominic's roses, maybe. He was pretty sure there were some still left. He was still pondering whether to go back down and get them when he pushed the door open and headed straight for his bedroom. He'd put the food and drink down and then go back.

"Dean?" Seamus stopped in the doorway, assorted food items hanging in the air before him. "Shouldn't you be-" The words died halfway through his sentence. If Dean wasn't with Ophelia then something had gone very wrong somewhere. When Dean didn't reply, Seamus took a few steps closer - noting the way Dean was curled up under the covers. Probably asleep. Seamus tended to forget that normal people were in bed by the time his shifts ended. He set the food down on the floor where it wouldn't risk being trampled on and could still be summoned if needed. If Dean was asleep, Seamus wasn't going to wake him. He moved quietly, setting the bottle on the bedside table and aiming an irritated kick at the glossy red bag containing Justin's present on his way, sending it skidding under the bed. "It's just me," he said, knowing Dean wouldn't react well to waking to an apparent stranger getting in bed with him. "I was going to get drunk and eat cake, but I guess I can sleep instead." He unbuttoned his jeans and let them slide to the floor before he lifted the covers just enough to give him space to slide in. "Probably healthier. Look at you, being a good influence." He propped himself up with the pillows Dean wasn't using and reached for the bottle. He could have a mouthful before he went to sleep, anyway.

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artistdean
2015-02-15 01:20 am UTC (link)

Dean had dozed off at some point after he'd taken his potion, which had been some time after he'd finished crying. That had been hours ago now, his date plans long since overtaken by the fact he'd broken up with his girlfriend.

He didn't register Seamus arriving upstairs, or even his voice really, but the shift of the bed disturbed something slightly and he snuffled and shifted a bit. As Seamus continued to talk he slowly woke, eyes slowly opening to realise he wasn't alone in the bed any longer, and the bed he was in was Seamus'.

"Hey," he said quietly, slightly muffled as he uncurled himself and stretched. He was still feeling pretty leaden from the crying and the calming potion and his movements were slow and sluggish.

"Ophelia and I broke up," he said after a few seconds of silence, remembering why he was there.

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openbottle
2015-02-15 01:29 am UTC (link)

Seamus took a mouthful of whiskey even as Dean started to stretch beside him, preventing him from immediately apologising for waking him - and giving Dean time to make his revelation. Seamus couldn't say he was exactly surprised, not when he'd come home to find Dean asleep in his bed. He grimaced and put the bottle down, not sure what to say. He knew better than most the full extent of Dean's symptoms and yet it surprised him every time that other people failed to see that Dean was worth sticking through them for.

"I'm sorry," he said, sliding down into the blankets to be closer to Dean's level on the bed. He had to bite his tongue to keep from calling Ophelia an idiot or saying that he'd never liked her. He knew Dean had wanted this to work - and Seamus could understand that. "I've got cake. And truffles."