Bryony Capper (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} goodlight) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg,@ 2015-08-06 23:29:00 |
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Who: Bryony and Marcus
What: Grief, alcohol
Where: Marcus's flat
When: Thursday 6th August, evening
Rating: SFW but sad.
When Bryony settled at her desk after dinner to catch up on her journal, Marcus's entry was the first thing she saw. She didn't reply, or even look to see if anyone else had, she just grabbed her wand and apparated straight into his flat. The cheerful chiming her entrance always caused seemed incongruous with the leaden weight in her stomach. "Marcus?" She hadn't brought anything with her but herself, not even her journal which she'd left open on the desk. The hall and living room were empty. Bryony was about to veer off course and check the bedroom when she heard the clunk of glass on tile.
She stepped into the kitchen and saw Marcus. She was on her knees beside him in an instant, one hand reaching out to touch his bicep and try to draw his attention. He looked so far away that she almost doubted he'd be able to hear her. "Marcus?" Her voice caught in her throat. She felt no grief for Philipa; the storm of emotions that she locked down was centred entirely on Marcus. The bottle of firewhisky at his side was half empty. Bryony had rarely seen Marcus drinking, not since the war, and never anything stronger than beer.
She shifted, settling herself so she was no longer on her knees, but still facing him. She didn't ask any of the questions a stranger might have asked. No 'are you okay?' or 'what can I do?' or 'have you eaten?'. She knew the answers to those, or knew he couldn't give them right now. "Do you want to sit somewhere more comfortable?" she asked instead. This small thing, at least, she might be able to have positive influence over.