Username: 
Password:    
Remember Me

Search by :  Username E-mail Region Interest AOL IM ICQ Number Yahoo! ID MSN Username Jabber

Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus smiled and nodded. "Thanks." Sometimes, his scar coloured his whole self-image, but other times he was able to remember that he was at least decently attractive while fully-clothed. He knew Dean meant well, reminding him of the latter, but what good did it do, really? No one was going to stick around without sex, and most people (in Seamus's understanding, anyway) were really put off by the scar.

He watched Dean try to explain himself, narrowing his eyes slightly as if he were looking for the lie in Dean's words. When he'd finished, Seamus's mouth twitched upwards into a smile. "Pretty convincing, Thomas," he said - because it had been. And Seamus was still worried - about the bad days, about Susan, Ginny, Dennis, the Battlescars members who didn't speak at meetings - but at least Dean was holding out some reassurance that things were better than Seamus could see right now. "I still wish..." he started, then shook his head. He would always wish for more. He would always want everything to be perfect and sunshine and peace, and it never would. Most of the time he could deal with that, it just overwhelmed him sometimes, particularly this time of year. He finished his soup instead of his sentence, deciding it was the wiser course of action. "Sleep sounds good."