Dean Thomas (artistdean) wrote in finnigans_rpg, @ 2015-09-06 14:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, delivery: seamus finnigan |
RP/Delivery: Apology Cake
Who: Dean Thomas (solo), Delivery for: Seamus
What: Dean needs to do something to apologise
Where: Dean's flat
When: RP covers Friday-Sunday, Delivery: Sunday morning
Rating: SFW
When Dean had received the tarts from Lucy he'd just stared at them for a while. Something niggling at him. Eventually he'd decided he should write her a thank you note. Only then he realised what had been niggling at him. He'd tried his usual attempts at painting out his emotions and that had only got him so far, and it had all come out abstract and sad and lost. But then he'd realised there was maybe something he could try.
Of course the words had poured out onto the page and he'd had to ward it private, but it had unlocked an idea. What was the one thing he was good at aside from art? Baking. And he did have one particular cake in his repertoire that would work for this. He rarely cooked it and it was a family recipe that only came out on special occasions. He'd also taken it up as his apology cake for when he'd really messed up. It hadn't come out for that reason often, but now he felt like he really needed to use it. He was so lost without talking to Seamus and he needed to know one way or the other. He thought maybe they'd salvaged something, initially on his birthday when they'd managed to get through presents. And then Seamus had left and they'd barely spoken to each other since despite spending time in France. And hadn't that been painful and awkward.
His only problem was that writing it all down had wiped him out and he'd ended up crying at the words, and then in the shower too. Crying until he was exhausted and flopped onto his bed in emotionally exhausted sleep. He'd forgotten to take a sleeping potion and he'd had a disjointed set of dreams that mashed together hopeful scenes of reconciliation with ones of despair and lost friendship. When he woke again he didn't feel very rested.
Still, he managed to pull himself together and go and retrieve the vital rum-soaked fruit from his Aunt Rose since he never made or kept any himself unless he was pre-planning to make the cake. The visit involved the usual interrogation on his eating habits, and admonishment that he didn't visit often enough, and some real concern about him needing the fruit. She knew he'd only make the cake spontaneously if it was serious. He'd explained that he and Seamus had a falling out, although not all of the details. And that even though he knew, thanks to an emergency extra therapy visit, that it wasn't really his fault he still felt the need to reach out and apologise and try to bridge the gap.
He'd even extracted a promise from her to not pass on the news of the argument to the rest of the family for now. He'd have to tell them if this didn't work, but he could trust her to keep it to herself for now. And possibly to pray for him if he knew her at all. He appreciated the thought, even if he didn't believe himself.
Saturday afternoon he spent making the cake and trying, during the two hours cooking time, to write a suitable note to go with it. Many attempts were made and discarded. These were among them.