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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-10 22:07:00

Entry tags:

character: marcus flint, character: tristan travers, status: complete

rp: well, this is awkward.
Who: Tristan and Marcus
What: An awkward reunion
Where: Monument Alley
When: Tuesday, March 10, mid-afternoon
Rating: SFW

After a rather grueling morning practice, Marcus hd gone home to change, and then decided that he wasn't particularly in the mood to make his own lunch. A short internal debate later had him heading out the door, his feet automatically taking him the direction of Finnigan's without much input from his brain. As most of his idle thoughts these days, his mind turned to Roger, though the context was thankfully one that wasn't one that would make blush, merely considering Quidditch and what they might do to get out of this slump the team seemed to have fallen into.

Not paying enough mind to where exactly he was going, Marcus found himself crossing the park in Monument Alley when he abruptly collided with something - or rather, someone. "Sorry about that," he said automatically, glancing up to see who he was going to need to make amends to for his clumsiness.

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alliterative
2015-03-14 01:36 pm UTC (link)

Although the apology registered in his brain, Tristan didn't know how to react. This was not the time or the place for this. That much he knew. And part of him was annoyed that Marcus would decide to make now the time and place. He'd had years to pick a time and place that was more appropriate than right here, right now, to pick a moment that would be far less impulsive, and, in Tristan's mind, more sincere than blurting it out after a random run-in. And while part of him knew forgiveness was good for his own mental health, he didn't have it in him to deal with any of it just then. He was just too tired and annoyed and not in the best place to figure out where he stood with this apology.

"I... don't really know what to say right now," he admitted, just as quietly. He didn't see the point in lying, and he wasn't going to falsely accept an apology. Not this time. "Thank you, though," he added, acknowledging the fact that Marcus didn't have to apologise at all. Tristan hadn't thought he was sorry, though he hadn't spent all that much time thinking about it in the long run.

"I don't mean to be rude," which was oddly true, "but I've got to get back to work." He gave a little nod toward the park and others around in orange robes. He doubted he had to really elaborate. "I--" He closed his mouth, pausing. He'd been about to say he'd see Marcus around or maybe say that if he wanted to talk, they could some other time, but he couldn't get it out. He didn't know if he would see him, if he wanted to see him, or if Marcus would want to see him. And, more importantly, he didn't know if he had anything he wanted to say, if there was anything either of them could say to each other. Once, they'd been friends, but now Tristan didn't know where he stood. With Marcus or with anyone.

"Have a good day," he said, managing a sincere albeit small smile as he took a step back. He nodded, then turned and began heading across the park, trying to focus his mind on the task at hand and the possibility of going home to sleep the rest of the day away, if he could manage to sleep at all.

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marcedflint
2015-03-14 11:09 pm UTC (link)

Marcus wasn't really expecting a response, so he shrugged and muttered, "Figured it was past due." Which was a bit of an understatement, all things considered, and while he could have found a better way to get his message across, he hadn't wanted to waste this opportunity.

"Of course," he said, taking half a step back to get out of Tristan's way, even though he appeared to be walking in the other direction. "I won't take up any more of your time."

Returning the smile with a small one of his own, Marcus watched Tristan walk away for a brief moment before turning himself, his feet carrying him towards Finnigan's a bit more slowly than when he'd first started making his way.

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