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

Entry tags:

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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Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean

openbottle
2014-09-16 07:09 pm UTC (link)

"But never when I'm awake to stop you," Seamus pointed out. He didn't feel like he was going to be sick any more, though he still felt both humiliated and furious with himself for acting so stupidly. He didn't bother to protest that he'd be intending to come through to the bedroom - he just let Dean pull him steadily in that direction.

And when Dean ordered him to sit against the headboard, he did. Letting Dean make the decisions for him was easier than trying to work out logistics in his own mind. It wasn't so easy to 'get comfy', though. For a start, Dean had the only pillow. For another, Seamus couldn't find a position that didn't feel unnatural. He started with his left leg tucked under him, his right leg bent so he could almost rest his chin on it. Then he crossed both legs and slumped forwards - but that made his t-shirt ride up and expose his back so he quickly shuffled to lie on the bed. That put his neck at an unpleasant angle, with no pillows.

With a frustrated huff, he got up and started over - this time fitting himself into the corner where Dean's side of the bed - the side of the bed Dean usually slept on, when they shared - met the wall. There he could stretch his legs out without feeling too vulnerable, though his expression was miserable when he finally looked up at Dean, waiting patiently until he'd settled. "Sorry."

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Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean

artistdean
2014-09-16 07:39 pm UTC (link)

Dean waved away the comment about Seamus not being awake to stop him sleeping on the couch with a little shake of his head and a mumble of noise.

He'd thought it would be relatively easy for Seamus to find a comfortable spot, but sadly he'd half forgotten the total lack of pillows despite the fact Seamus had to transfigure one for him. He mostly stood and tried to will his eyes not to close while still standing up. After Seamus had made a couple of tries he realised he should probably at least take his jeans off and dumped the pillow and blanket on the corner of the bed until he'd stepped out of them.

He shrugged when Seamus apologised. "S'fine." He'd been planning on just starfishing out like he usually did, but with Seamus on the side he usually slept on he made a little grunt and then crawled onto the bed, grabbing the pillow and dumping it on Seamus' lap. He dragged the blanket too, and paused before lying down. "That okay?" he asked, paused on his knees all ready to flop his head down and curl up.

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Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean

openbottle
2014-09-16 08:07 pm UTC (link)

For a second Seamus went tense as the pillow hit his lap. Or, more specifically, when a very small part of the cushion came into contact through his clothes with the edge of scar on his thigh. Then he prodded the pillow so it was more on his right side. "Yeah," he breathed. If he was going to have anyone between his scar and the rest of the world, he wanted it to be Dean.

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Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean

artistdean
2014-09-16 08:52 pm UTC (link)

Dean smiled ever so slightly as Seamus rearranged the pillow to his satisfaction. He shuffled himself forward and lay down quickly. It wasn't quite a flop but it wasn't very well controlled either. It took him several long seconds to arrange both himself and the blanket to his satisfaction and involved the flailing of limbs in a not-very-co-ordinated fashion. Eventually he settled with his torso curling in towards Seamus' legs, and his legs flung out as far across the bed as he could get while keeping them covered and not off the end.

He could feel himself begin to relax immediately, the safety of this room already set in his mind, especially with Seamus there too. "Wake me if you need to, 'kay?" he said, his words muffled by the pillow and sleepiness.

It wasn't long before he'd relaxed into sleep, soft huffs of almost-snores escaping his mouth.

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Re: Seamus and Susan-and-or-Dean

openbottle
2014-09-16 09:50 pm UTC (link)

"I won't need to," Seamus objected, his fingers resting lightly on Dean's shoulder. "But if I do, I'll wake you," he added, not wanting to start an argument when Dean needed to sleep. With Dean sleeping in his lap, it was easier not to let his thoughts run away from him. He tried not to think about Dennis or Susan or the fact that he'd have to deal with both come next week. He tried not to think about what Bryn might have seen, or what those who'd arrived after he'd left would think of his absence. Mostly he managed - pushing those thoughts aside whenever they slid into his mind.

Focusing on Dean's painting on the opposite wall helped, watching the farm scene he'd painted on one trip to Greencastle. Occasionally it cycled through to rain, the chickens huddling together to protect themselves and Seamus would close his eyes until the thoughts crept in again - by which time the rain was gone and there was a dog chasing one of the chickens towards a pair of wellies only just visible in the corner of the frame.

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