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Tweak says, "do you trust me?"

Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-07-31 12:15:00

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

Delivery
Who: Seamus and Dean
What: Delivery of milk
Where: Dean's studio
When: Friday 31st July, 11.45ish
Rating: SFW for now

Seamus wasn't technically working the opening shift, but that didn't mean he wasn't there, greeting his staff, checking everyone had what they needed. He'd replenished the unbreakable charms on the glasses until his wrist started to hurt with the repeated wand movement and he reached for his journal. That was when he saw Dean's message - to Bryony, but not warded. Seamus didn't think too much of it, but ten minutes later found him in the kitchen, 'stealing' a pint of milk and making up some baguette sandwiches. Dean had mentioned that someone in Bryony's immediate family was getting married, and Seamus couldn't remember the date but it was possible she'd be too busy to make deliveries.

He apparated into the common area of the studio and, finding it empty, headed to Dean's room. He knocked, quietly. If Dean had been working through the night, as his message implied he might, he might well have crashed by now and Seamus didn't want to wake him.

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artistdean
2015-08-11 02:25 pm UTC (link)

"So much worse," he agreed so solemnly that he could only be amused. "Your face first thing in a morning for one!" he said. Man, a new source of inspiration was making him all kinds of perky and witty.

Dean looked over too and tilted his head. He could see what Seamus meant from this angle. "Yeah, it looks like a kangaroo from lying on the sofa," he said and shrugged. It was one of those things he did when he was half awake after napping on the sofa, just running his eyes over the ceiling. "Well, only time will tell," he muttered. Honestly now that Seamus had brought food he was feeling hungry. It happened when he was in a period of inspiration pretty regularly. He'd forget about food until someone mentioned it or brought him some, at which point he'd find he was basically ravenous. Thankfully since he was at the start of a run of inspiration it wasn't anything like as bad as it could be.

"It takes hours to make. I'd eat lunch first anyway," Dean said sagely. Once his hands were clean and dried he went and joined Seamus on the sofa. It was easily long enough that even he could stretch out on it, but he still dropped down so he was almost touching Seamus. He held his hand out for a sandwich. "Half of each," he reiterated.

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openbottle
2015-08-12 03:19 pm UTC (link)

Seamus gasped, clutching a hand to his chest. "Lies," he declared. "Lies and treachery! I look beautiful first thing in the morning. A picture of health and wisdom. You, on the other hand, with the hair - and the mouth?" Seamus shook his head. "This is why you need to get up so much earlier than me, to make yourself presentable to the world."

Seamus leaned into Dean when he sat down, his wordless way of showing there were no hard feelings over the traded insults. He retrieved his wand from his pocket and neatly severed each sandwich before handing half of each to Dean. "Ham first," he decided. "That way, if it's horrible, we still have sausages to look forward to."

He glanced at the potion simmering quietly where Dean had left it. "Inspired?" he prompted. "Am I going to need to arrange another rota to make sure you stay fed?" He was happy to do it, because an inspired Dean was a happy Dean - if, sometimes, a hungry one.

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artistdean
2015-08-12 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Dean snorted and shook his head. "You look like you've been pulled through a hedge backwards and your breath is no picnic either," he said. He'd woken up more than once close enough to Seamus' mouth to smell that and it was never pleasant. Tooth brushing cleared it right up though. The fact he was rather fond of Seamus' bedhead was neither here nor there. "Takes a lot of work to look this good," he said with a sniff. He was, as ever, wearing clothes splattered with an accumulation of paint and the potions apron just topped things off beautifully.

He took the sandwich halves with a murmur of thanks and sniffed the ham tentatively. It actually didn't smell too bad. "Yeah, okay. Together on three?" he suggested. His stomach was making hints at the fact he'd suffer through the ham sandwich even if he had to pick all the greenery off to make it edible. "One, two, three," he said and took a bite.

He grinned and nodded at Seamus' enquiry. "Yup, well, I think I have a breakthrough in what I'm trying to do for the project with everyone's nightmare words. I'm doing a test run on something a bit smaller, but I have to brew a load of potions before I can start properly." He was talking with his hands as he often did, especially when excited. "You might want to think about it, especially if this works out," he hazarded. "None of the other attempts have made it much past the second round of painting, but I really think I might have got it this time." Of course he thought that every time, but there was something about this time that had him really hopeful. Maybe it was the fact the idea had come to when he wasn't sleeping well. Weirdly enough the ideas for many of his favourite pieces had done that.

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openbottle
2015-08-18 08:41 am UTC (link)

"Who are you and what have you done with my best friend?" Seamus asked dramatically. "The real Dean would never insult me like this." Which was, of course, a complete lie. A certain amount of mutual teasing was the bedrock of their friendship - though they were both careful never to prod at areas that might actually be tender. It happened occasionally, but for the most part they knew one another well enough to aim their shots wide of the mark.

Seamus watched Dean sniff the sandwich and rolled his eyes. He really was almost certain it was watercress. He nodded, waited while Dean counted and then took a generous bite to show just how positive he was. And - luckily - he was right. He chewed and swallowed before raising a hand in expectation of a high five. "Oh yes," he said. "I am a culinary genius!" By which he very much meant that he could identify basic varieties of green things to go in sandwiches.

Seamus sniffed. "I don't approve of how this breakthrough is making you mean," he said, grinning. "But other than that, I'm glad. Even if it does mean I have to come feed you for a few weeks." He loved watching Dean excited about his art, excited about making progress.

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artistdean
2015-08-18 11:46 am UTC (link)

"No, no, the real Dean would probably come up with better insults, but I didn't get enough sleep last night!" he said. He then took the extremely mature route of sticking his tongue out at Seamus and laughing. Most of their insults were, honestly not so much insulting as ridiculous.

When the sandwich, which he'd not taken a huge bite of, proved to be watercress after all Dean made a happy little hum that sounded almost completely not surprised. He did, however, raise his hand obligingly to high five Seamus. Then, with the hunger of someone whose stomach had been newly reawakened to the prospect of food he attacked the rest of his half of the sandwich with enthusiasm. At least he didn't try and speak with his mouth full, his mother would be ... well mostly she'd just have no reason to tell him off.

Dean's mouth quirked into a small smile. "You'll just have to learn to cope," he said imperiously. "I am very busy and important because of this breakthrough!" Of course he ruined his joke two seconds later by sniggering. He sobered only a short time later and nudged Seamus very lightly. "Really though, I'm grateful. You know how I get a bit focussed," he said. A bit focussed was a serious understatement really.

"So, how was your morning pre-food delivery?" he asked. It gave him the opportunity to finish up the ham half of his sandwich while Seamus replied too, and he did so with enthusiasm.

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openbottle
2015-08-18 01:23 pm UTC (link)

"Too many fancy art terms on the brain?" Seamus asked, hoping it was that and not nightmares that had disturbed Dean's sleep. He hadn't wanted to mention it - but he had worried a little that working on all these images out of other's people's nightmares would make Dean's own bad dreams either worse or more frequent.

Seamus recognised the signs that Dean had really needed to stop and eat, and was happy to carry the brunt of the conversation while Dean satisfied his hunger. "Busy and important means you can't be nice to your friends anymore?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Even when they come and bring you food? And milk?" He sighed. "I thought you were better than that, Dean Thomas. You always promised you wouldn't forget me when you made your name." He couldn't remotely keep a straight face through his little monologue - but he wasn't really trying, either.

At the more genuine thanks, he shrugged. "You can thank me in your - what's the artistic equivalent of the Oscars?" Dean, with his mouthful of ham and watercress, was in no position to reply so Seamus waved the question away. "Whatever. One day, I expect you to get up and make a speech about how brilliant I am, is what I'm saying." He shrugged again. "Not very interesting. I respelled some of the glasses. I'll do another lot tomorrow."

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artistdean
2015-08-18 04:08 pm UTC (link)

"Always!" Dean joked. "No, but really, not nightmares, I just wasn't sleeping, you know how I get sometimes, and I wasn't up for more baking. I started fooling around with my sketchbook, sticking down some ideas and suddenly something fitted together. I basically dropped everything and came here. Pyjamas and bare feet, the whole thing," he explained. It was admittedly one of the more extreme reactions he'd had to a flash of inspiration, but not all that out of character. "I've already made one potion, and I've got another after that I can start when I'm done with food."

Dean managed to stick his tongue out at Seamus between chewing and swallowing one bite and taking the next. He shook his head, smiling even as he chewed. He swallowed and paused for a few moments. "I won't forget you, you'll be a lovely byline in my autobiography," he teased and then shook his head. "Eejit," he said fondly, complete with appropriately Irish accent he'd picked up from Seamus.

"I have no clue. I'm not really Turner Prize material, you know, being a wizard and all, and a bit too traditional," he said. He honestly wasn't sure that he was material for prizes, muggle or wizarding, even if he had a suspicion that the thing he was currently trying to do was something of a rarity. If he was lucky it might help grow his reputation with people who weren't already aware of his work. He wasn't mentioning that he could come up with a speech about how brilliant Seamus was now. Nope. Not touching that one.

He pulled a face at the respelling of glasses, even as he reached over for the sausage sandwich half that belonged to him. "Well, it's an important job, but so repetitive," he said.

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openbottle
2015-08-21 10:44 am UTC (link)

Seamus snorted, picturing Dean in his bare feet and pyjamas, wand in one hand, paintbrush in the other. Of course, it didn't sound like it had gone down quite that way - but it was an amusing image nonetheless. "At least you were wearing pyjamas," Seamus pointed out with a laugh. He knew Dean sometimes didn't, and while naked painting was probably safer than naked baking, it was still amusing to think that Dean probably could get away with working naked. "I guess Bryony would have got a shock otherwise." Though from what Seamus knew of Bryony he thought she'd probably be the kind to knock.

"Is that what your autobiography will be called?" Seamus retorted. "Eejit? It's certainly accurate, but I'm not sure it'll add to your busy and import artist mystique all that much." He smirked, proud of himself for the quick retort. He let a little more of his weight rest against Dean's arm for a moment.

Seamus shrugged a little as Dean dismissed his chances of winning art prizes. If the wizarding art would couldn't see what they had, it was their loss. Having see what Harry had been through, Seamus wasn't sure he or Dean really wanted to be famous. And maybe Seamus particularly didn't want Dean getting famous, being pulled into the art world, all his time taken up with parties Seamus didn't fit into. Seamus would rather wish for moderate success for Dean - enough money, enough work, but not more pressure or higher standards. "You're the best artist I know," he said. "We'll call it Finnigan's Wizarding Art Prize and you'll win every year."

Nodding, Seamus finished off the last of his ham half sandwich and paused to squeeze his own wrist. "And this is why I stopped," he agreed. "That and my wrist was starting to hurt."

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artistdean
2015-08-21 03:08 pm UTC (link)

Dean snorted and grinned. "Yeah. Not sure how she'd react to that one. She's a bit timid. Which thankfully also means she knocks." Admittedly when she'd knocked that morning it had woken him up, but at least he'd been dressed. "At least I'd already gone home for clothes." He'd been lounging around in pyjamas which was pretty normal for him if he'd got up from sleeping or unable to fall asleep and sitting anywhere that wasn't in bed.

How he'd managed to leave Seamus with such a beautiful opening he wasn't sure, but it still made him laugh. Even if the laugh was accompanied by a bit of a groan. "Merlin, no, it'll be much more pretentious than that!" he said, nudging Seamus a bit. He had no plans on writing an autobiography. Ever. Evne if the prospect was amusing. "Gotta keep up the mystique."

Dean sniggered. "To be fair you basically know the people who share the studio," he pointed out. "And since you like Dickhead and the French Tart already that leaves me and Braith since Bryony's still an apprentice, and I don't tend to paint random things in my art so..." he trailed off amused. "I wouldn't say no to fancy trophies though," he said.

He looked sideways at Seamus, smirk spreading across his face. "Sure that's not the only reason?" he asked, waggling his eyebrows and made the expected motion. Despite his feelings he could still make a joke out of this.

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openbottle
2015-08-25 10:11 am UTC (link)

"Better not try, then," Seamus advised. "Or you'll scare her away for good and then you'll go back to having to make your own coffee." He looked around the room, at the bare concrete walls and rough ceiling and floor. "It must be weird for her," he mused. He didn't know much about Bryony, but judging by her clothes and what Dean had mentioned about her manners he suspected she came from one of those uptight, upper class pureblood families. "This probably isn't the kind of space she's used to."

Seamus snorted. "I don't think you have a pretentious bone in your body," he said honestly. "Except maybe when you go on about paint colours." Dean mostly talked about his art in terms Seamus could understand, though maybe he talked more technically to people like Braith who could actually understand what he was saying.

Reaching for the sausage sandwich, Seamus shrugged slightly. "Good point," he admitted. "And I'm also hugely biased." Dean would be the best artist Seamus knew even if Seamus met and befriended Picasso or Monet. Dean was pretty much the best person Seamus knew. He was at least willing to admit the bias, which made it more reasonable in his mind. "I'll make a note," he added dryly. He'd already sorted Dean's birthday presents this year, but maybe for Christmas...

Seamus managed to simultaneously laugh and roll his eyes at the predictable joke. "If anything, you would think my wrist would be strengthened by plenty of healthy exercise," he complained. "I should be able to enchant glasses for days." He slumped against Dean's side, pouting. "It's been six months."

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artistdean
2015-08-25 02:09 pm UTC (link)

He gave an amused snort and nodded. "Yeah, wasn't planning on it. Even if I don't exactly mind making my own coffee," he said. He tilted his head in confusion as Seamus continued until he explained. He eyed the walls and the splattered paint everywhere that it was pointless to clear up, the slight damp patches and the mis-matched tables. "I'm not entirely sure what her background is, not my business, you know? But it probably is a bit. Pretty sure she comes from money though, and I know she doesn't know much about Muggle life," he said.

Dean sighed with exaggeration, it was an exchange they'd had before. "And I've told you before it's not pretentious when I'm a professional and I'm just being accurate," he said, still smiling. He knew that if he really wanted he could be pretentious about art, but quite frankly he'd never felt that way and possibly less so now that it was actually his job.

"Of course you are," he said and did a little wriggling dance, very pleased. "I'm awesome!" He chuckled at himself and then took a huge bite of the sandwich, moaning happily at the flavour. "W's jokin'" he said, but it was mostly muffled through food and he wouldn't actually protest.

He sniggered to start with, until Seamus started pouting and slumping into his side. Offering to help him out with that problem would be a terrible idea. He could also mention it had been about six months for him too, but he'd always been far less bothered by a lack of sex in his life than Seamus. Partly due to his cycling libido and partly because he was generally happy enough to wank instead. "Sorry, dude," he said sympathetically. "Men are dicks."

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openbottle
2015-08-28 08:41 am UTC (link)

"That's more or less what I thought," Seamus agreed. He knew her less than Dean, but he had a pretty good grasp of old pureblood manners, even if his mother's family had never really followed them too closely. They were more like a clan of Irish Weasley than the Malfoys, and hadn't been technically pureblood for a few generations now.

Seamus cracked up laughing at Dean's little dance. "Oh, you are too happy," he complained. "Your work really must be going well." He shifted a tiny bit away from Dean on the couch to give him space to flail his limbs around without catching Seamus around the back of the head. "Awesome and dangerous," he muttered, pushing one of Dean's hands closer to his side and out of the way.

"Nah," he said, shaking his head as Dean tried to externalise the problem. "It's not men, it's me." He hadn't really tried with anyone, since Justin. Even Martin - he'd talked a lot about wanting to, and tried to find some way to explain it, but in the end he'd chickened out and called the relationship off rather than risk seeing the disgust he expected. "Can't complain when I'm not trying to get laid, can I?"

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artistdean
2015-08-28 01:28 pm UTC (link)

"Nope, well, yes it's going well, but this is part sleep deprivation," he said, slouching down the sofa a bit between bites. He rolled his eyes and theatrically pulled his arms in so he wouldn't flail and hit Seamus, even though he'd stopped dancing. He wanted to carry on eating anyway, and at this rate he was going to lose sandwich filling. And that would just be sad.

The sigh Dean gave was as small as he could make it, but still somewhat obvious. "You can." Normally he'd make some sort of reassurance to give Seamus, but he couldn't quite form the words. "I complain about my potions and..." he trailed off, not quite sure where that comparison was going to be helpful. "No, scratch that, just plain complaining about lack of sex is totally valid." He thought if Seamus could try without being worried about his scar (which Dean thought he shouldn't worry about anyway, or at least not anywhere as much as he did) he would be getting a lot of action. Even before he'd realised that he wanted Seamus he'd been able to appreciate that he was attractive.

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openbottle
2015-09-14 12:24 pm UTC (link)

Seamus shrugged, disagreeing but not really bothered enough to defend his position. "I'm not a teenage girl. I don't expect someone to ride up on a fiery steed and whisk me off into the sunset. If I want someone, I have to actually do something about it... and I'm not. So no complaining. It's my own fault, and if it bothers me I should fix it." Perhaps he was being overly hard on himself, but it made sense to him. If he wasn't taking action, going out to meet people, asking people out, then it was no one's fault but his own that he was eternally single. He'd had Martin, briefly, and then he'd been the one to break it off. "Anyway. Complaining doesn't achieve anything."

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artistdean
2015-09-14 04:06 pm UTC (link)

Dean's immediate thought was that was a brilliant image and he really wanted to paint it. A knight on a horse made of fire riding up to rescue a tiny prince or princess. Possibly the princess didn't even need rescuing. But his little art sideline wasn't helpful to the conversation. But it was probably inevitable given how much his mind wandered when he was tired.

He just breathed for a few seconds and pondered his words. In the end he just hummed in what could be though of as agreement, or simply that he was listening. The idea of Seamus going out and finding someone else was just that little bit too painful for Dean to encourage it actively.

"Thanks for bringing food," he said after a little while. He liked it when Seamus was looking after him, and when he could return the favour too. It was just so automatic now.

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