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Seamus Finnigan (openbottle) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-14 08:53:00

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character: bryn cadwallader, character: dean thomas, character: dennis creevey, character: ernie macmillan, character: seamus finnigan, character: susan bones

Come cuddle
Who: Open to Hannah, Susan, Bryn, Dennis, Justin, Neville, Luna, Ernie, Ben, Megan & Dean - And also to anyone who may have followed them up from Battlescars / the pub.
What: Cuddles, cheering up. ETA: Or, as it turns out, angst.
Where: The Roost
When: After lunch Sunday - potentially Monday morning if people stay over
Rating: SFW (Seamus says no sex or nudity in his pub! Language is fine, I'll update the rating if we need it.)

Seamus hadn't bothered to get Dominic to alter The Roost for his impromptu cuddle party so the room was in more or less its natural stage. Wide open, taking up the whole of the second floor, with white walls and big windows along both sides it was pleasant if not particularly exciting. Before Battlescars, Seamus dragged not only his pillows and duvet down from his flat but also all the spare cushions from his couch. He'd used cleaning and freshening charms on all of it and then, in a fit of whimsy, charmed it all yellow in honour of Hufflepuff.

It wasn't quite 'the Hufflepuff common room' that he'd originally suggested to Dean in order to cheer up Susan, but he suspected it would do. It was the people more than the furniture that made a cuddle party what it was. The snacks he'd promised were already stowed in one corner - bags of marshmallows and popcorn, a stack of chocolate frogs and a thermos of hot chocolate. He suspected people would be adding to his supplies as they arrived.

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dennisthebrave
2014-09-15 10:09 am UTC (link)

Dennis shook his head stubbornly, a tears welling in his eyes. "I don’t want anyone else,” he said, very quietly, before smiling in what he sincerely hoped was a winning fashion. "But I’ll let you take me out to Queer Nights, they’ll be a laugh if nothing else.” Doggedly, he simply nodded at Seamus’ comment because there obviously was something wrong with him. There had to be. “Thank you Princess, I try not the be boring,” he said, allowing his head to be pushed down on Seamus’ chest. Laying very still for a moment, he blinked back the tears that were threatening to pour out. This was meant to be a cheerful event, not a sad one.

He lifted his head and looked down at Seamus shrewdly. "Oh c'mon, Princess we both know you’ve had sex more than that. I’m willing to bet ten galleons that you’ve had sex at least twice in the last week if I’m not mistaken." Of course he wasn’t going to mention that the notoriously well informed gossipmongers that he made it his business to know had told him that Seamus had likely scored. A lad had to have some secrets after all.

He pouted down at Seamus in mock outrage at the fact that he wasn't allowed to retaliate. There would be revenge soon, tickly revenge. "Healer-schmealer, it's not Cricket to tickle someone and not let them retaliate," he said with a ferocious growl, lifting Seamus' shirt to reveal his stomach. He looked down and was about to tickle him when he noticed the scar. "Cor," he said, impressed. "You've been holding out on me Princess. A sexy scar that you told me nothing about! Ernie can go and cuddle someone else, scars are sexy!"

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openbottle
2014-09-15 10:31 am UTC (link)

Seamus frowned at that - and at the tears shining unshed in Dennis's eyes. "You don't?" That he couldn't understand. Paden obviously hadn't been good enough, if he hadn't valued Dennis then he was an idiot and the fact that he'd had no problem with infidelity meant he was a prick into the bargain. "What, ever?" Seamus had never had a relationship serious enough that he'd been sad to lose the person themselves, he'd only ever missed the hope that he might finally... He pushed the thought away, focusing on Dennis.

Seamus's flush darkened and he cursed - not for the first time - his Irish complexion. "Why do all my friends have a Seamus-got-laid sixth sense?" he complained, though he was laughing as well as blushing. "Alright, yes, I have - but it was over a year before that. As you were all doubtless aware."

Dennis somehow got his hands free and Seamus was all but ready to give himself over to being tickled - when Dennis pushed his shirt up. Seamus bolted upright, pushing it back down and going pale, his mouth pinched. "Shut up," he hissed. His eyes darted around the room like a nervous prey animal. Susan, Dean, Ernie - all fine, but fuck, Bryn was here too and Dennis and now everyone was staring at him. He could feel the weight of their eyes and he forced himself to laugh - a sound that got stuck in the back of his throat.

It wasn't just the scar, though that was bad enough, it was his own overreaction. Dennis's words were running on repeat through his head and he couldn't decide whether they sounded more like mockery or pity, or which was worse. He glanced to Dean, to Dennis, back to Dean and finally back to Dennis. He should offer some kind of explanation - but the last thing he wanted to do was talk. "Need the loo," he muttered after what felt like an hour - and walked off before Dennis could react, his shoulders stiff as he held himself back from running to the door and slamming it behind him.

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dennisthebrave
2014-09-15 01:12 pm UTC (link)

Dennis leant back, blinking as Seamus snarled at him. "Wha-" He blinked several times as Seamus looked around like a cornered animal, before eventually stalking off. He watched his friend walk off, still in shock. Obviously the scar was a sore point for some unfathomable reason, but Dennis was a bit hurt - actually, a lot hurt - at the way Seamus had walked away. He felt a tightness grow in his chest as he realised he'd somehow managed to push another important person away from him. He shut his eyes, furiously blinking back tears.

He was vaguely aware of Susan coming up to him and talking to him, patting his arm. He nodded mechanically at the appropriate intervals, not really hearing anything until she said "I don't know that Shay's wards will let you in the flat" which for some reason made him furious. Without saying a word, he disapparated to Rolf's flat.

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