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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Seamus scowled, the embers of his hatred for Ophelia stirred to flame for a moment. "You deserve so much better," he grumbled. If he could grab someone by the shoulders and shake them until they saw reason, saw how amazing Dean was, he would definitely do so. And Justin had been better - had known how to deal with Seamus, hadn't been bothered by the scar... And Seamus had let that go. It didn't make him feel much better that he certainly hadn't loved Justin in that way because every passing year he lost faith that the kind of love people wrote songs about actually existed. Maybe content and companionable and good sex was as good as it got. Maybe it was adolescent to hope for something more all-consuming than that. Maybe Seamus should just grow up. Except that it was too late now. Justin had buggered off and Seamus wouldn't find even that much again easily. He groaned, tucking his head more fully into Dean's shoulder. "Make my brain shut off," he pleaded. "I don't like where it's going."

Fortunately, Dean chose that moment to hit him with a stupid compliment and Seamus huffed a laugh. "That too," he agreed. "It's the profusion of blond curls - very princessy. Like, uh, what's her name. In the one with the big scary dragon and the fairies? I liked that one." He was half-tempted to beg Dean to apparate him over there now, but he had a feeling that if they tried that he'd just fall asleep in the middle of the film and that would be no good. He yawned again, forgetting to cover his mouth this time. "We should do it soon."