Seamus Finnigan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} openbottle) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} finnigans_rpg, |
Seamus's heart was pounding as he covered the short distance from The Roost to his flat. His wards closed behind him. Wards he was suddenly, selfishly glad he'd never changed to allow Dennis in. He'd considered it, a few times, the kid was like a brother to him, but he'd never got around to it. Which was evidently for the best.
'A sexy scar'. Seamus shut the bathroom door behind him and tapped his wand against the mirror, clouding it. He couldn't bear to face his reflection right now. 'Scars are sexy.' The words made him feel sick. His fingers curled around the porcelain of his sink as he bent over it, breathing hard. Another tap of his wand set the cold water flowing and he focused on the sound of it, trying to get his chest to stop heaving and the burning behind his eyes to stop.