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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Bryony rarely cried - and never in public, but there was no denying the tightness in her throat and the gathering drops in the corner of each eye as she stood outside the exclusive boutique. The whole morning had been a nightmare and it was only when someone on the street took a second glance at her reddened eyes and wavering lip that she realised she needed to get out before her mother came back. She apparated to - where else - Marcus's flat, tears escaping down her cheeks unchecked as the apparition-darkness squeezed in at her from all sides.

The wards chimed at her arrival, as they always did, and Bryony stumbled as she 'landed', her vision blurred with tears. "Mar-" Her throat swallowed the word, constricting around it and not letting it escape properly. She didn't bother wiping her eyes or straightening her robes before stepping into the living room in search of the only person who had a hope of making her feel less wretched. What she saw stopped her short. She knew instantly that it wasn't Marcus. Marcus's silhouette was as familiar to her as her own - maybe more so, since she hated looking in the mirror. Not only that, but in years of friendship she'd never seen Marcus anything less than full dressed. "I-" She looked immediately away as the stranger started to turn. "I'm sorry." The polite thing to do would be to leave, but the idea of not being able to see Marcus, of Marcus not having time for her - maybe never having time for her again - brought on fresh tears that Bryony couldn't control. She cried silently, still looking down, half-hoping the stranger would somehow, against all odds, not notice.