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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-03-16 09:09:00

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character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint

Mothering Sunday
Who: Bryony and Marcus
What: Post-Mother's Day Comfort
Where: Pineview Hall (briefly), Marcus's flat
When: Sunday March 15th, late afternoon
Rating: SFW

As the youngest child, Bryony's present was the last to be opened. The whole family had moved from the dining room after their Sunday lunch and were sitting in the living room with tea and biscuits - or just tea, in Bryony's case. Iris unfolded the black-and-white infinity scarf and pursed her lips slightly. Bryony knew better than to mention that it was in Montrose Magpie colours - let Iris reach that conclusion for herself, or not. "It's lovely," Iris said, putting the scarf immediately to one side. "A pity it's not really scarf weather anymore, and by next year that monochrome look will be so out of fashion." There was silence for a moment; Bryony uncertain what to say and no one else apparently willing to jump in for her. Conversation returned slowly, though Bryony kept out of it until Rowan stood. "Happy Mother's Day," he said, moving across the room to kiss Iris's cheek, "but I've got to go." He made no excuses, offered no explanation. No one expected him to. Bryony put her teacup aside and got to her feet. "Me too." She brushed imagined crumbs from her robes, until a sharp look from her mother stilled her hands. "You're not going to stay for dinner, Bryony? Surely you've got no reason to rush back?" Bryony looked between Iris and Ephron, knowing she had to leave but not willing to give the true reason why. "Uh," she stammered. "Aunt Hecuba - she needs me to make dinner. I promised." Iris looked as though she wasn't going to fall for it, Aunt Hecuba was more than recovered enough to make her own meals by now, but Shauna cut in. "Let her go. Allegra and I have a nice surprise for you." Bryony wasn't even insulted, only grateful to be able to leave.

After polite, but rather cold, kisses all around, she slipped out to the kitchen. "Miss Capper!" squeaked Tilly, the senior house-elf. "We has not seen you in a long time. Was lunch acceptable?" Bryony smiled, glad that at least one being in the house was glad to see her. "It was delicious, Tilly, but I need some food for dinner - for me and Mr Flint." Grinning, Tilly nodded and immediately set to work making up a picnic basket. Bryony didn't need to remind her not to mention it - Iris had made it clear all on her own after the engagement 'fell through' that she didn't want Marcus's name mentioned in her house.

A handful of minutes later, Bryony apparated straight to Marcus's flat, still in formal robes but picnic basket in hand. "Marcus?" she called, as the wards shivered around her. She wasn't sure if he'd be back from St Mungo's already, but if not she could wait. Maybe even apparate to Hecuba's and change into something more comfortable. "I think Tilly made us a feast." The house-elf always did whenever Bryony used Marcus's name - apparently she was convinced he was still 'a growing boy'.

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marcedflint
2015-03-16 11:50 am UTC (link)

After the time spent with his mother, and the new information that conversation had provided, and stopping by the family estate to verify for himself, Marcus felt a little exhausted, emotionally and mentally, if not entirely physically. Upon arriving home he'd stripped off the outer layer of his robes, leaving him standing in black slacks and a white button up, staring out the window of the living room. The kitchen had been a little too much temptation - even now there was a bottle of Firewhiskey in one of the cabinets, and while it seemed like a good idea to drag it out after the day he'd had, he knew that was not the best course of action.

The wards of the flat chimed at him a few moments before he heard Bryony's voice, and he turned towards the source, offering a small smile when he spotted her. "You say that like it's any different than the rest of the time Tilly makes food," he said, attempting for a teasing tone and falling just slightly short. Like Rakey, the house elf in question seemed to be under the impression that without their assistance, Marcus and Bryony would consistently be starving.

"How was your day?" he asked, taking a few steps forward to take the basket from her, intending to place it on the counter in the kitchen.

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goodlight
2015-03-16 03:05 pm UTC (link)

Bryony let him take the basket from her, even though she was perfectly capable of carrying it to the kitchen herself. She knew he'd grown up with the same expectations of courtesy that she had, but she also knew that when it came to her he did them out of affection, instead of duty. Once her hands were free, she rested one at his waist and leaned up to kiss his cheek. Her day had been tedious, and not very pleasant, but she suspected his had been worse. "She makes even more when it's for you," she insisted. In fairness, it was hard to fault her logic. Marcus's build and occupation meant he needed more feeding than someone like Ephron.

"It was... as expected, really." Bryony had never been able to find just the right present for her mother and had suffered many years of seeing her proudly wear brooches and scarves and gloves bought by Shauna or Allegra while anything Bryony offered stayed firmly in the back of a closet. "Lunch was nice. Roast beef, which is probably what's in the sandwiches." She had seen Tilly sneak four mini apple pies in there, too, which more than made up for the fact Bryony had been the only one not offered truffles after lunch. She hesitated only a brief moment before asking, "How was yours?"