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Bryony Capper ([info]goodlight) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-29 09:06:00
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Backdated: Sunday Lunch
Who: Bryony and Marcus
What: Sunday lunch
Where: Marcus's flat
When: Sunday (backadated)
Rating: SFW - With these two? The very safest.

Bryony didn't like lying directly, if she could help it. She knew keeping secrets and lying by omission wasn't really better on a moral scale, but being completely honest had never been an option in her life. She had to keep up the image of the perfect daughter. Or at least, the perfectly obedient daughter, since 'perfect' and 'Bryony' had never seemed an achievable pairing in her mother's eyes. So though she presented herself at her aunt Hecuba's door with her painting bag and sketchbook, she didn't say she was going to the studio. She just said she'd be out until after lunch and not to worry.

Then she apparated straight to Marcus's flat. Aunt Hecuba was better than her mother - less critical - but she still had very traditional values and spending an afternoon alone with an unmarried man was not something she would have accepted. Bryony might even have agreed, if it hadn't been Marcus. Getting to see more of her best friend was one of several amazing things about living in London and away from her parents - things which even made up for getting to fly less often. "Marcus?" she called as she deposited her painting supplies somewhere she'd remember to pick them up before she went home. She knew he'd be around somewhere, she was right on time as usual, so she went looking for him in the kitchen.


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