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Tweak says, "Yes. I will marry you."

Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-09 20:28:00

Entry tags:

character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint, character: roger davies

rp: an unexpected introduction
Who: Bryony, Roger and Marcus
What: Awkwardness ensuing from an unplanned meeting
Where: Marcus' flat
When: Thursday, July 9, mid-morning
Rating: TBD

Since it was technically the off-season, Marcus didn't feel quite as badly about sleeping in later than usual. Normally he was the awake rather early, but Roger had the ability to convince him to stay in bed most mornings if they had slept at the same place, which was happening more and more often as of late. Still, eventually he felt the need to get up and dressed and to do something. As with most days when he didn't have any particular plans, he was considering stopping by St. Mungo's to see his mother.

Once he'd finally managed to get up, Marcus had debated about making breakfast before deciding to shower first. Leaving Roger in bed, he'd made his way into the bathroom, halfway expecting his lover to wind up joining him midway through his shower.

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rogeringdavies
2015-07-14 02:18 pm UTC (link)

Roger paused and let out a puff of air as he looked at the obviously distressed woman in front of him. She'd clearly been crying, and it was apparent to Roger that it was only the very clear shock of coming across someone unknown in Marcus' flat that had paused her outburst of emotion. A logical and detached part of his brain pointed out to him that this was a good sign - the woman was obviously someone that Marcus knew, as she'd been able to apparate into the flat directly.

"Uh yes, hi," he said, wincing as she began to cry silent tears. He was utterly touched to the quick by the very real distress that was emanating from her, but had no idea what to do with her. This of course, triggered a switch in his brain that led him to take the most logical course of action available. "Right," he said, putting his bowl aside, grabbing his wand from the counter, and poking it at the kettle to fill itself and begin the tea-making process. Tea, after all, was always good in a crisis. "I'm Roger, I don't believe we'd had the pleasure but I'm Marcus' boyfriend. He's in the shower at the moment, but I'm sure he'll be out any moment." He stepped forward and led her towards the table, momentarily oblivious to his rather underdressed state and smiled at her comfortingly. "How about I make you some tea? Obviously there's something wrong, but as you don't know me from a bar of soap, I'm perfectly happy to wait with you until Marcus gets out of the shower?"

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marcedflint
2015-07-14 03:53 pm UTC (link)

The chiming of the wards made Marcus' eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he hurriedly finished showering, stumbling around the bedroom in an effort to get dressed as quickly as possible. There were very few people keyed to his wards - Roger was already here, unless he'd left and come back, which Marcus thought unlikely, and he wasn't keen on the idea of leaving Greg or Bryony waiting for him.

Stepping out into the main area of the flat, his eyes immediately sought out Bryony's figure standing in the middle of the living room, obviously upset. He didn't stop to think before walking to her and wrapping his arms around her shoulders, a lifetime of something like instinct to protect and comfort her guiding his actions. There were a few moments of silence as he assessed that there wasn't any immediate threat, which relaxed him slightly. Catching sight of Roger out of the corner of his eye, he looked over at the younger man, resisting the urge to roll his eyes when he realized what exactly he was - or wasn't, really, as it were - wearing. "Roger, would you mind getting dressed, please?" Marcus asked quietly, before returning his attention to Bryony.

"Come, sit," he said, making to guide her to the couch to sit down, concern still written all over his face, but not beginning to prod at what might have been wrong.

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goodlight
2015-07-15 10:16 am UTC (link)

Before Bryony could gather her wits enough to acknowledge Roger - Roger! she'd wanted to meet him for weeks, but not like this - Marcus was there, his arms around her shoulders. She clung to him in return, embarrassed and upset and feeling stupid to have just turned up like this. It had never been a problem before, but things had changed now and she should have remembered that. Hiding her face against Marcus's chest was far easier than looking at Roger now. Frankly, she wouldn't have known where to look...

She let Marcus guide her to the couch, trying to wipe her eyes with her fingers before remembering the handkerchief in the sleeve of her robe. She retrieved it, trying to make herself look half-way presentable but able to do little more than mop up the more obvious of the tears. "I'm sorry," she said again - addressing both men, though looking at neither. "I didn't think... It's early... I..." She tried to offer half a dozen apologies and explanations all at once, her voice barely loud enough for Roger to hear from the kitchen. Try as she might, the tears wouldn't quite stop and she kept having to dab her eyes with her handkerchief. "Tea would be lovely, but I should just go..."

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rogeringdavies
2015-07-22 08:31 pm UTC (link)

Roger rolled his eyes pointedly - and no doubt pointlessly - at his lover. "Well I wasn't expecting to need to be fully dressed, but yes fine." He disappeared into the bedroom for a moment and yanked on a pair of jeans and slightly crumpled top, and reappeared to refocus on the preparing the tea as Marcus led the still crying women - Bryony - to the sofa.

He watched them out of the corner of his eye as put three mugs, some milk, some sugar, and and a pot of honey on a tray. He looked up startled as she began to apologise and knitted his eyebrows with confusion. "You've nothing to apologise for dear," he said firmly. "Plus, you're distraught and I'm an Englishman - the laws of land and country demand that you get tea, right Marc?"

Once the tea finished brewing he floated it over to where the two were sitting and sat down at a respectful and hopefully non-threatening distance and indicated with a sweeping gesture that they should help themselves. "Sorry that I was less than adequately dressed," he added, almost as an afterthought as he leant forward to fix himself a cup of tea.

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marcedflint
2015-07-29 06:06 pm UTC (link)

Once Bryony was seated on the couch, Marcus knelt so that he was in front of her, all his attention focused on her and what she needed. He barely noticed Roger leaving the room, just an instinctual tracking of the movement around him born of the war, which was a habit he'd never bothered trying to rid himself of.

"There's nothing to be sorry for, and you're not going anywhere, love," he said quietly, offering her a soft smile. He wouldn't ask, but he had his suspicions about what - or more specifically, who - had been the cause of this, and there was no need to make Bryony relive the experience by telling him about it. Reaching up slowly so that she could move away if she wished, Marcus used the pad of his thumb to brush away one of the tears she'd missed with the handkerchief.

"I was going to cook breakfast shortly. What would you like?" he asked, an offer of comfort in the best way he knew how.

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goodlight
2015-07-30 12:14 pm UTC (link)

"It's stupid," Bryony mumbled, in an attempt to make them both stop worrying about her. "Just-" But she couldn't get any further, not in front of Roger. Even with Marcus, she rarely talked about her mother - she didn't need to, he'd seen it all first hand as they grew up together. Though she leaned into Marcus's hand, her eyes were on Roger, her curiosity at seeing him for the first time a welcome distraction, even if she wished she could make a better first impression than this. She'd seen photos of him, of course. She followed Quidditch in any paper or magazine she could get her hands on. Seeing him in person, and in Marcus's flat, was very different. He wore muggle clothes - like Dean - and called Marcus 'Marc', but he seemed nice - he'd offered tea, and called her 'dear'.

She turned her attention back to Marcus with a weak smile when he mentioned breakfast. That he offered her food, without qualifying that it should be healthy or small, when she was already too big to be a presentable bridesmaid was strangely comforting. He couldn't have known that, of course, but he had always accepted Bryony no matter what her weight - and never openly supported the strict diets that Iris attempted to enforce. "I had breakfast with mother," she said, giving him a clue he probably didn't need as to what was wrong. "I'm not hungry."

As Roger came closer with tea, and apologised, Bryony glanced up at him again and blushed. "It's - alright," she said, with only a slight hesitation. "I should have owled first." She would have to learn to do that, in future, though it seemed very strange not to be free to come and go as she pleased. She retrieved her own wand and levitated the tea closer until she could catch it and wrap her hands around the warming cup. "Thank you."

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rogeringdavies
2015-08-06 09:49 pm UTC (link)

Roger watched the conversation between the two friends, feeling incredibly out of place. He knew it wasn't the intention of either - though Marcus would get taken down a peg for the brusque demand to get dressed. Or maybe frozen out for a little while, both worked in Roger's opinion. Shaking his head slightly he refocused on eavesdropping on the conversation, trying to work out why she was so very sad. He had an inkling it was a continuation of something from the way they were acting, but he didn't want to make any assumptions.

He lifted his eyebrows and looked at Marcus. "Not my place to say to be honest. I'm not always naked, but it didn't bother me at all when you showed up?" He looked at Marcus again, feeling oddly offended that he wasn't spared any attention at all, and feeling even more like an outsider than ever. "Well, you two have a lot to talk about so maybe I should leave you alone?" He got up and flicked his wand to summon his keys.

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marcedflint
2015-08-09 07:05 am UTC (link)

"If it upset you, it's not stupid," Marcus countered softly, though in a tone that indicated he wasn't going to question her further. He would never pressure Bryony to talk about something she didn't want to, especially once she explained that she'd been with her mother, to which he just nodded to show his understanding. Of course Iris was at fault, but that wasn't something he could say aloud, even if had just been the two of them.

He did shake his head slightly at her mention of owling before coming over - with as unhappy as she'd obviously been when she arrived, he couldn't imagine making her wait any extra time. The knowledge that they would always support one another was just a fact of life, and he reminded her, "You're always welcome here."

Marcus looked over at Roger when the other man stood, confusion evident on his face. "You don't have to go anywhere," he said, standing from his former position on the floor as if to follow him, but unable to bring himself to step away from Bryony.

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goodlight
2015-08-09 08:14 am UTC (link)

Bryony did her best to smile when Marcus said she was always welcome, but she didn't quite believe him. It was no fault of his, simply that arriving to find Roger half-dressed had woken her up to the fact that Marcus's life had changed now and she would have to adapt to be considerate of that fact. Right now, that idea still made her ache inside, but that didn't mean she wouldn't do it.

When Marcus stood, Bryony looked up to. "Please, don't go," she said, forcing another smile. "I've wanted to meet you for so long." She dabbed at her face again, making a sound which was intended to be a laugh, though it didn't come off. "I'd rather it hadn't been like this, but please..." She looked at Marcus for support. The last thing she wanted was to chase Roger away - but she was bad at small talk at the best of times, and as upset as she was couldn't think of a single thing to ask Roger about himself.

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