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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2015-08-06 23:29:00

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character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint

The Inevitable
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.

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marcedflint
2015-08-15 09:05 pm UTC (link)

He was silent for a few heartbeats, seriously considering her question. "Not tonight," he admitted, and he regretted it slightly when he realized that the alcohol might have hit him harder than expected if he couldn't control what came out of his mouth. Needing to remedy that, because she was trying to help and he didn't want her to think that she wasn't, Marcus added, "But on the whole, yes."

His head was heavy as he nodded, and it took far more effort after he blinked to reopen his than it should have. He'd lost the thread of the conversation somewhat, but he latched onto the last thing Bryony had said. "I don't think I can do much of anything right now," he said truthfully, because at the moment he had no desire or motivation to do anything than continue sitting where he was.

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goodlight
2015-08-17 08:58 pm UTC (link)

"No," Bryony agreed at once. "Not tonight." She pressed her tongue against her teeth. She hadn't meant to make Marcus feel like he shouldn't be sad tonight - or for some time to come. She laid both her hands on Marcus's forearm, turning her head to kiss his cheek. It was small comfort she felt she could offer, but it was all she knew how to do.

Her fingers touched the extremities of his tattoo. "You don't have to do anything tonight," she assured him. "Except go to bed. You'll be more comfortable, and I'll stay with you."

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