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Tweak says, "Somewhere there's a mother"

Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-05-29 13:08:00

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character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, status: complete

Come upstairs...
Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Tipsy Seamus wants to have dinner with his best mate
Where: Finnigan's / Seamus's Flat
When: Friday 29th May, evening
Rating: SFW for now. There might be language later.

Seamus couldn't put his finger on what was wrong. Victis Honor Day was over, he was healthy (on his mam's orders, he'd even been to a Healer to make sure), the pub was running smoothly. For all that, though, something was definitely off with Seamus's world. It was like he'd accidentally pissed someone off, but he didn't know who or how.

He tried to ignore it as he worked. He'd taken over The Roost for Friday afternoon, trying out new cocktail recipes. Some were from Marietta's book that he'd borrowed, others were more or less his own invention, albeit inspired by combinations he knew worked. His tastes had matured over the years and he'd somehow gone from hating marzipan and all similar products to grudgingly accepting that he liked them now. He'd discovered that amaretto went really well with fruit juices of all kinds, and was experimenting while seated on the floor, bottles spread around him in every direction.

He'd been at it for a few hours and though he wasn't finishing the cocktails he made (unless they were really good), he was starting to feel the effects. When he laughed for five minutes over accidentally making the 'Hawaiian Volcano' upside down (with the red on top of the yellow, instead of vice versa) he decided it was about time he gave up for the night. He stood, the world wobbling around him as the alcohol in his system finally soaked through. It took a lot longer than it should have to tidy everything away, and when he was done he headed downstairs in search of food and Dean.

He had no particular reason to believe Dean would be in the pub, except that he seemed to have been there most nights this week - just hanging out, sketching or people-watching while Seamus worked. A somewhat unstable search eventually turned Dean up at a table in the corner. "Deano!" Seamus didn't know whether to hug Dean or sit down - so he tried to do both, and nearly missed the chair in the process. "Whoops. Hi! I'm hungry."

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artistdean
2015-07-22 06:00 pm UTC (link)

Dean sighed and nodded, even though Seamus' frustration had annoyed Dean when they were together he was now very much in agreement. "Yeah, no more arguments from me on that one," he said. Of course then Seamus just trailed off into silence, apparently letting his brain run at hundreds of miles a minute in a direction he didn't like if the next thing to come out of his mouth were to believed. "I... sorry, g- man I don't know how," he said quietly, patting him on the head. He was deeply affected by Seamus' mood, as was often the case, and the sudden despondency was definitely infecting him.

When he managed to laugh again, Dean was relieved and smiled. "Sleeping Beauty," he said. He couldn't actually remember her name at the moment, just the name of the film. "I'm pretty sure that's not actually her name, but I'll put it on the mental list so we can remember to watch it, yeah?" he said. "Soon." When soon would be was a bit of a moveable idea. Sunday was the best day for finding both of them with time off, but Seamus still had LBB in the evenings and Dean ended up doing family things some weeks or doing meal prep for the week. When Seamus yawned he looked around for a clock, wondering what time it had got to. "You wanna go to bed, there, sleepyhead?" he asked.

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openbottle
2015-07-27 09:17 am UTC (link)

Seamus gave a tired sort of smile because of course Dean didn't know how to shut his brain off. Seamus didn't even really know how, except that sleep sometimes worked. On the other hand, sometimes going to bed in this kind of mood was a recipe for nightmares. There were things he could do to tire himself out, at least, but those would have to wait until Dean had gone home - if he went home. "That helps," he murmured, closing his eyes as Dean patted his head. "A bit, anyway."

Laughing at the coincidence of comparing himself to the Sleeping Beauty film and then being asked if he wanted to sleep, Seamus nodded. "Seems appropriate. Maybe a nice prince'll fight a dragon to wake me up." He was joking, obviously, but the joke - and the fact it wasn't even remotely possible - did make his heart ache, just a little. He would wake up alone, or wrapped around Dean which was better, but still not perfect. He lurched to his feet, leaving the plates and such to deal with in the morning. "Thanks for putting up with me."

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artistdean
2015-07-27 04:23 pm UTC (link)

"Well, I do my best to be helpful," he said quietly. He'd known for a long time that playing with Seamus' hair tended to relax him or improve his mood and it didn't even lose effectiveness with frequency, but it wasn't a cure-all unfortunately. Nothing was.

A slightly sad smile twitched across Dean's mouth even though he was glad Seamus was making a joke he had a feeling Seamus didn't believe it was possible in his life. Personally he wasn't quite sure he'd go as far as fighting a dragon for him, but there were things he would do which he wouldn't like to admit to. He was arse over tit for Seamus though, of that he was very much aware. "I think most wizards avoid fighting dragons, the fuckers are vicious if you believe anyone other than Hagrid, but I reckon you could aim for fighting through an enchanted thicket thing," he mused. Another thing he wouldn't do himself thanks to his personal triggers.

"Don't be daft," he said, stretching once Seamus got to his feet. "About the only thing I put up with about you is the terrible jokes and your attempts to feed me, and frankly I actually like the food most of the time. Not exactly a hardship." He pushed to his feet too, absently banishing the plates to the sink. "Love you, and besides. I make you put up with worse."

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openbottle
2015-07-29 05:06 pm UTC (link)

Seamus scoffed, throwing himself into the joke despite the pain in the unnerving way he sometimes did when he couldn't quite bring himself to politely let it drop. "It has to be a dragon," he insisted. "Just because I've been single forever doesn't mean I'm going to accept anything less than the manliest and most valiant of princes." Simultaneously Seamus wondered if that were true - would he never 'settle'? - and whether it were the problem - maybe he needed to settle for less than his own adolescent idea of love. Ignoring these unhappy thoughts, he pressed on. "Or, at the very least, a Hippogryff. At least I'll know he's polite."

He ducked nearer and wrapped his arms around Dean once they were both standing. "But your stuff is -" He paused. He'd been about to say 'real', but he was pretty sure that would just earn him a lecture on how his stuff was real too. "Serious," he amended. "You're not moping around like a teenager because nobody loves you!" Seamus really wasn't overly happy with himself about that, but it was too late now - and at least it was Dean, who would put up with him and not Susan who'd have lectured him about letting Justin go. "'Cept you," he amended, because he knew Dean loved him - just not in that way. "And Susan, and Dennis and Dominc and Mam and Dad and Graeme and..." He gave a smile that was only slightly brighter than was natural. "See? I'm being a prat. Let's get me to bed."

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artistdean
2015-07-31 02:38 pm UTC (link)

"Never let it be said you don't have standards," he said, sounding slightly hollow to his own ears. "Although I wouldn't underestimate polite as a quality," he said. All the while he was thinking Well, a Hippogryff I could manage. And polite doesn't have to extend to... oh my God, he's not actually suggesting this as a test for potential boyfriends.

He wrapped his arms around Seamus too, letting him tuck his head onto the top of Seamus' which was only possible because of Seamus' ducked head. "Okay, I'll give you that," he said, thinking something different was going to come out of his best friend's mouth. Dean raised his eyes to the ceiling at the moping comment in a vague appeal for strength. He was about to say something about loving Seamus, something that perhaps contained a kernel more truth than it really should, but then a. Seamus continued and b. he remembered that drunkenness didn't usually impair Seamus' memory very much at all. "Yeah. Bed," he agreed, ignoring the implications. "And you're not a prat, just tipsy and whatever," he said. Moody wasn't the word, and he couldn't be bothered to work out the right one.

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openbottle
2015-08-04 08:26 am UTC (link)

"Such high standards," Seamus agreed, squeezing Dean hard and tucking his head against Dean's shoulder. He let go after a moment, seeming to try to shake himself off. "You going to come tuck me in?" he asked, already making his way to the bedroom without waiting for an answer. Dean hadn't been staying as much lately, so Seamus had sort of stopped expecting it.

In the bedroom, he flopped backwards onto his mattress without bothering to change into pyjamas. He hummed happily as he bounced ever so slightly before settling. "Bed," he announced, sounding satisfied. "And sleep." He didn't think he'd had enough to drink to wake up hungover, and he had eaten too. He closed his eyes and yawned again. "Night, Dean."

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artistdean
2015-08-04 11:19 am UTC (link)

"Yeah, sure I'll tuck you in," he said, ignoring the twinge in the pit of his stomach. Sure he could stay but was still wary about it despite the drop in his libido. Plus he had the excuse that maybe Seamus would be hungover in the morning and nobody was fun to deal with when hungover.

Dean followed Seamus and sighed when he saw he'd just flopped down onto his bed. "You wanna take off your jeans at all?" he suggested mildly. As Seamus closed his eyes Dean just shook his head in amused fondness. "Night, Gorgeous," he muttered, the quiet words maybe a little louder than he'd intended in the quiet room.

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openbottle
2015-08-05 11:40 am UTC (link)

Seamus was still awake, just, and he nodded - hands dropping to open the button of his jeans and push them down. They tangled against his shoes and he had to kick his feet against the side of the bed to dislodge the lot. In t-shirt, boxers and socks he wriggled his way under the covers and situated his head on the pillow properly. A tiny part of him wanted to throw the blankets back and demand Dean stay, give him something to cuddle, but Dean obviously didn't want to, and Seamus wasn't going to make him.

Instead, he tugged the second pillow down from under his head to wrap his arms around it and squeeze it against his chest. "There," he murmured. "M'tucked." He blinked his eyes open to smile at Dean. "Thanks."

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artistdean
2015-08-05 02:22 pm UTC (link)

Dean had been about to step in and help yank Seamus' shoes off when they finally dislodged themselves. He wasn't really eyeing Seamus up, despite the fact he was stripping his clothes off. Honestly this was more like a moment of friendship from the past. Or something akin to familial affection.

Smiling down at Seamus he reached over and stroked his hand through Seamus' hair one last time. "Yes you are, sleep well," he said and ducked back out of Seamus' room to pick up his bag and leave with a pop of apparition.

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