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Tweak says, "Let's have dinner."

Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-08 16:12:00

Entry tags:

character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint

rp: the wind under our wings (or something like it)
Who: Bryony and Marcus
What: Flying!
Where: Flint Manor
When: Sunday, March 8 2005, early afternoon
Rating: These two are always gong to be SFW

Perhaps one of the good things to come from his mother being admitted to St. Mungo's was that Marcus didn't need to scout out a place for Bryony to fly with him, or worry about charming them so that they would be unnoticed, the way they'd done during their childhood. The acres surrounding Flint Manor gave them more than enough privacy, and the only ones who knew what they were doing were the house elves, so Marcus wasn't worried about any repercussions from Bryony's mother discovering her hobby.

Standing on the front lawn at their appointed time, he was trying - and failing - to get Rakey to stop fussing over him. Only after a few long minutes spent reassuring the elf that he was in fact eating and sleeping on a regular basis did she leave him to his own devices. Shaking his head with a fond smile, Marcus looked up at the sky, tracing the clouds and watching the leaves on the trees dance with the wind. There was s light breeze, but it was warm enough that he didn't think they would experience any difficulties - all in all, a perfect day to be on a broom.

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marcedflint
2015-03-12 07:47 pm UTC (link)

Bryony's laugh made Marcus grin - it was a sound he didn't hear nearly often enough, and he was always happy when she was happy. He let her pull away, following at a slightly slower pace, content to let her lead but close enough that he would be nearby in the event that anything unfortunate happened.

He barely glanced around once he cleared the roof - things were mostly the same as they'd always been, the trees a little taller than the last time he'd seen them, but nothing jarringly different. Seeing Bryony take off, he chuckled again, making sure to keep her in sight as he followed. Though they both knew he was more than capable of overtaking her, Marcus didn't feel the need to - as in most things, she was the only exception to his usual competitive streak, and even as children he had allowed her to best him in these sorts of things.

"Do you have a destination in mind, or will I find out where we're going when we get there?" he called out, still teasing, though his voice was pitched a little louder to carry, though by no means near his typical bellow on the Quidditch pitch.

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goodlight
2015-03-13 05:04 pm UTC (link)

Seeing that Marcus wasn't even trying to overtake her, Bryony slowed. Even with Marcus, raising her voice didn't come naturally, though she was better with him than anyone else. "I'm just looking around," she said. She still intended to head towards the pond eventually, but she didn't want the flight to be too short. It wasn't often she got to fly with her friend, let alone do so openly without worrying about being caught. She turned a quick circle, just because she could, robes fluttering out behind her.

"This is nice," she added. She didn't want to think too hard about the advantages of Philipa being in St Mungo's - it felt selfish - but this was definitely one of them. "We should do this more often. I know you're busy..." She smiled and gave a slight shrug. She couldn't resent Marcus having so many demands on his time - not while they were things that made him happy.

At a more sedate pace - though with more ups and downs than were really necessary - Bryony started to make a path towards the pond. "How's training been?" she asked.

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marcedflint
2015-03-14 04:12 am UTC (link)

Marcus nodded with a smile at her explanation, saying, "Look as much as you like. We've got all the time in the world." That was not necessarily true, but at the same time, he'd known he was devoting this day to Bryony since they'd managed to find the time to do this, so he wasn't worried about having to be anywhere else.

Mimicking her shrug with one of his own, he said, "I can always make time for you though." While he was certain she knew that, it was one of those things that he didn't mind repeating to make sure she didn't forget. As many things as he had going on, Bryony was still one of the most important people in his life, and he wasn't afraid to remind her of that.

Pulling up so that they were flying side-by-side, Marcus chuckled at the question. "Intense," he answered. "Maybe a little more than usual, what with coming back from break and the slump we've gotten ourselves into." Thinking of Quidditch and the Arrows made his thoughts turn to Roger, and he got the same small smile and giddy feeling in his chest that he had for the past few weeks whenever the younger man entered his thoughts. He wanted to tell Bryony about that development in his life, but he didn't even know where to begin, let alone how to say it in words, and could only hope that something would come to him before they parted.

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goodlight
2015-03-16 02:45 pm UTC (link)

Once they reached the pond, Bryony circled over it lazily, looking down at the way the sunlight reflected off the water. She'd always loved reflections of light on any surface, it was why so many of her portraits were painted landscapes, it was the only medium she was yet able to get even a glint of that in. Not wanting to land yet, she made sure she was steady on her broom and then slipped her wand from its pocket, conjuring a small stone that she dropped down into the smooth surface of the water to watch the way the ripples broke out until they reached the very edges. As she often did, she wished she could paint from the back of a broomstick, but it just wasn't feasible and she preferred not to paint from photographs unless there was no other option.

Looking up, she caught Marcus smiling - she assumed it was at her. "I wish we could stay here all the time." Marcus was so lucky, to be able to spend hours on a broom with training as a legitimate excuse. She knew he worked hard, that it wasn't all pleasurable or easy, but she also knew that she'd have been just as willing to work hard and put in long hours if that career had been open to her - and if she'd had any natural talent for physicality. "Did everyone come back from the break in good condition?" Though she'd read the results of the Arrows match, she hadn't been able to listen to it live the way she liked and so wasn't even sure who had played - except that Marcus obviously had.

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marcedflint
2015-03-21 02:45 am UTC (link)

Smiling at her enjoyment, Marcus slowed near the outside of her circle, close enough to hear but far enough to not be in her way. "It is nice," he agreed, and though he no longer felt like a broom was the only place he was comfortable, it would always be the first place he'd felt like himself, rather than a reflection of his parents, and he could understand the sentiment.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he answered, "For the most part. Podd and Moore are alternatively not aggressive enough, or fighting over which Bludger each is going to take care of. It's taking us a while to find our rhythm again, which is what I think is causing the slump." Pausing for a deep breath, Marcus continued, "There was something I wanted to tell you though." He still wasn't sure of exactly how to share his news, but he did add, "It's nothing bad," because he didn't want Bryony to worry as he attempted to find his voice.

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goodlight
2015-03-23 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Marcus's hesitation caught her attention and she looked up from contemplating the water to examine his expression. Before she could ask if anything was wrong, he reassured her - but his words didn't completely answer her unspoken question. It was unusual for Marcus to weigh his words so carefully when they were alone, though she'd seen him do it any number of times when they'd still thought they would marry and he'd been invited to Pineview Hall for dinner with her family. He didn't look upset, though, more confused.

"Is it good then?" she asked, hoping to make it easier for him to say whatever it was that needed saying. She didn't need to remind him that he could tell her anything - he knew it. Had done for years, just as she had known she could share anything with him. "Should we land for a bit?" It wasn't as if he were having to shout to be heard, but Bryony didn't know what else she could do to help, except wait.

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marcedflint
2015-03-30 12:04 pm UTC (link)

"It is," Marcus answered, "Good." He hadn't struggled for words like this with Bryony since... Well, since the last time they'd had a conversation along these lines. He shook his head in response to the question about landing - he would never dream of depriving her time on a broom, and it wasn't as thigh this was going to be any easier on the ground than it was up here.

Taking a deep breath, he steeled his nerve for a moment before speaking. Truth be told, he couldn't say exactly why he was so nervous - it wasn't as though Bryony was going to judge him, and this wasn't going to be a huge surprise to her. "I'm sort of.... Dating Roger?" The statement came out sounding like a question, his own disbelief that the situation was actually happening that way coloring his words.

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goodlight
2015-03-30 02:03 pm UTC (link)

Bryony wasn't as surprised as she might have been. When Marcus paused even before agreeing it was 'good' she'd had a moment's memory of the look on his face as he'd searched for words to explain that he was never going to be interested in women. "Dating?" That surprised her - he hadn't even mentioned he was interested in anyone. Not that she had any reason to except that he would, nor would she have been likely to mention such a thing to him if there situations were reversed.

"Roger Davies?" She knew of him, of course, though she'd been kept far enough away from Marcus's career that they'd never met. She thought she'd seen him in Finnigan's once or twice, but she'd never have approached him on what little connection they had. She frowned a little. "Sort of?" She hadn't meant to pepper him with questions, though that seemed to have been the way she'd worked through the information for herself. With more information still missing than he'd actually provided, she didn't know where to start. It was the 'sort of' that was bothering her, though, and she frowned, obviously concerned. Marcus deserved someone who would date him properly - if that were what he wanted.

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marcedflint
2015-03-30 11:36 pm UTC (link)

Marcus couldn't quite stop the wave that briefly crossed his face at the question before nodding slightly, the gesture accompanied by a quiet, "Yeah." This was why he'd been so nervous - he had no idea what Bryony was thinking, and he hoped that this wasn't going to put any strain on their friendship. While she'd been aware of his preferences, perhaps there was a difference between hypothetical thoughts and the reality of his choice in this, and he was suddenly terrified that she was going leave.

He nodded, looking down at the ground and feeling his face flush, even as he felt the usual fluttering in his stomach at the just the man's name. Marcus was well aware just how head over heels he was, he didn't need the constant reminders, especially when he still wasn't entirely certain of the situation at hand. He didn't have nearly enough courage to look over at the final question, instead following her lead from earlier, conjuring a small rock to skip across the surface of the water. "I suppose there isn't really a 'sort of' about it, and it just is, but... I don't exactly have a frame of reference for all this," he answered quietly, unsure if any of his response actually made sense. With a small shrug of his shoulders, he added, "It just seemed important to let you know."

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goodlight
2015-03-31 08:30 am UTC (link)

At first, Bryony didn't know what to make of Marcus' response. He had never mentioned Roger to her in anything other than a professional capacity, but if they were dating presumably Marcus wouldn't have agreed to it if he didn't like him? She edged her broom over to his, dropping a few inches so she could look up at his face.

Years of experience with not only Marcus but his family - and hers - finally gave her a hint towards understanding. It must be incredibly difficult to go against what he had been raised to believe was right. She'd always admired that about him, and it had been one of the things that had given her the courage to send her portfolio out and to defy tradition in her own small way. "If it makes you happy, I think that's wonderful," she told him honestly. She watched him, still concerned, because he didn't seem all that happy right at this moment.

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marcedflint
2015-04-01 02:40 am UTC (link)

It had been a number of years since he'd experienced this sort of tightness in his chest, but Marcus could recognize the crushing anxiety of something about to go terribly wrong in a heartbeat. He had some trouble meeting Bryony's eyes, scared that he would be seeing any sort of rejection there, and if that were the case, he'd have no idea what to do with himself.

But that didn't seem to be present, and Marcus found himself smiling tentatively at the comment. "It does," he admitted quietly, though he was certain she would be able to read the naked honesty in his tone. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner."

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