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Tweak says, "i got mah drink and mah 2-step"

Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-04 14:19:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Camping out at Dean's place
Where: Dean's flat
When: Monday 2nd March, evening
Rating: NSFW - language (probably)

Seamus felt no qualms about leaving Gobstones club in Blaise’s hands - he didn't usually attend anyway, and the bar was suitably staffed. He was easily able to escape from Finnigan's at the end of his shift. First, he filled a shabby rucksack with everything he might need for spending a night away from home - pyjamas, clean socks, toothbrush, clean t-shirt, chocolate, beer. Instead of apparating straight to Dean's flat, though, he made a significant detour via the chippy in Greencastle to pick up two portions of fish and chips.

Apparating all the way to Ireland and back in the span of twenty minutes meant that Seamus's crack of apparation was louder than he'd really like - and set him stumbling a little on his arrival, having misjudged the exact position of the table. He set his hand on it to steady himself, blinking rapidly to make the world come back into focus. "Dean?" he called hopefully. He'd been avoiding the studio even more assiduously than Dean himself, because running into Ophelia would spell good things for nobody. Seamus had already had to bank his anger that Ophelia was having enough of a lasting impact in Dean's life to trigger new nightmares. She had no right! "I come bearing food," he added. If that didn't entice Dean out of hiding then Seamus would have to go looking for him.

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artistdean
2015-03-26 08:21 pm UTC (link)

Dean adjusted his flight, leaves still clutched in one hand against his broom. Seamus had managed to get ahead of him during his little mishap with the tree and the string of swearing that ran through his head was impressive and would have caused his Mum to cuff him around the ear. He slowed slightly as he steered a course around the near side of the second tree, reaching out his opposite hand and grasping a handful of leaves before carefully slapping his hand back on the handle of his broom so he didn't drop all of his leaves. He thought he saw part of one flutter away but he could still feel at least one trapped between his hand and the polished wood.

Adjusting to head back for the field Dean eased his stomach down and his knees up as tight to the broom as he could get, gripping hard with his thighs as he streamlined himself as much as possible. Neither he nor Seamus were wearing quite the right clothing for it so wind was catching in places, but he ducked his head down and shot as arrow-like as possible behind Seamus, who was clearly trying to press his advantage. "I will catch you," he muttered, eyes flicking between Seamus and the field.

He pushed as hard as he could, lowering the angle he was flying at until he was almost skimming the tallest of the trees with his boots. And as they reached a place where they could dive down to the field they were neck and neck, both pushing hard. Thankfully the centre of the field was clear and Dean dived hard.

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openbottle
2015-03-27 01:49 pm UTC (link)

'Don't look back,' Graeme's voice chanted in Seamus's head as his momentary pause revealed Dean gaining on him fast. He did his best to flatten himself to his broom, but Dean was close enough that Seamus could hear him muttering. "Like hell you will," he called back, stretching his arms out until his hands were clasped so close to the edge of his broom that he actually felt unbalanced by it. He held his muscles tight as they both flew hard, neither able to pull away nor willing to lose ground. Seamus could see the field, his way to the finishing point clear, and for an instant he was ahead once more!

Then Dean dove, flashing past Seamus like polished lightning. Seamus felt his stomach do a somersault as he pushed his own broom downwards in hot pursuit. He wasn't ready. His position made him top-heavy and his broom wobbled. Cursing, he pulled his hands back without loosening his grip, earning him a splinter in the meat of his palm.

His knuckles were white as he tried to pull up and he threw his weight back as the tip of his broom just skimmed the grass before he landed with a painful thump and rolled to one side. Adrenaline coursed through him and he was up again like a spring, holding one hand up in triumph while he sucked hard on the other, trying to pull the splinter out with teeth and suction. Dean had won - he was already on the ground, and Seamus's leaf was shredded against his broom. He had lost - but he hadn't broken anything and that was reason enough for celebration.

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artistdean
2015-03-27 06:04 pm UTC (link)

He wasn't thinking too hard about Seamus, just the goal of the field, concentrating on trying to win. It was a silly competition, but he had always been competitive, and in a low-stakes environment like this he still could be in a way that he really enjoyed. He took a careful breath, hoping to Godric that he wasn't going to crash into the field too badly. He was pretty sure he was going to crash, purely because of how hard he was pushing his broom, but if he managed to not fly off the end he'd be pleased.

As he came within throwing distance of the ground he raised up again pulling up hard to flatten out and slow himself down. He bumped hard into the ground, holding tight so he didn't smack his face onto his broom. Still, he jerked as he skidded a dozen feet or more, leaning back and gripping hard with a cry of "Fuuuuuck!" He scraped to a halt and promptly fell sideways off his broom.

He was basically splayed on his back in the end and lifted his head to see that Seamus had clearly landed a few seconds behind him, just coming to a halt. He held his hands up, leaves sticking slightly by virtue of pressure, sweat and a little luck.

"You okay there?" he called. "Nothing broken?" He knew he was going to ache like hell tomorrow, but for the way he was feeling right now it was worth it. He hadn't thought about Ophelia or his nightmares pretty much since he got on his broom. Although it would probably come crashing back before too long.

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