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Bryony Capper (goodlight) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-29 09:06:00

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character: bryony capper, character: marcus flint

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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marcedflint
2014-10-01 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Marcus couldn't help chuckling at her reaction - it was pretty much exactly what he would have expected. He was well aware of Bryony's love for all things Quidditch, had probably helped to feed it over the years with his constant ramblings about it. "I certainly wouldn't let anyone else take you to your first match," he answered with a grin, pleased by her excitement.

Letting her turn his arm this way and that, examining the tattoo from every angle, Marcus smiled at her words, because really, amazing was the perfect description. He never would have thought to cover the Mark with more ink on his own, and certainly wouldn't have been able to think of anything as fitting as the drawing Bryony had done. But now that the new image was there, he felt freer than he had since the day he'd been released from Azkaban. Sure, there would still be people heard his name and associated it only with 'convicted Death Eater', but at least he was no longer carrying the symbol of that title with him everywhere he went. Bryony's fingers weren't intrusive or awkward, and Marcus didn't tense under her touch, the way he might have with anyone else - she was too familiar and comforting of a presence for him to feel strange about the gesture.

He almost laughed again at her comment, because that was such a typical Bryony response - he could tell she recognized the work as her own, but didn't want to admit to it, even though they were both well aware of the fact. Her modesty still managed astounded him sometimes. "You did," he said quietly, because he wouldn't hide that truth from her, or anyone else, should it ever come up. "Draw it, that is." Marcus shrugged, not meaning to downplay the importance of his choice, but because he couldn't have imagined choosing anything else. "Sorry I didn't ask your permission first."

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goodlight
2014-10-01 11:55 pm UTC (link)

Bryony had to agree, it would have felt wrong for anyone else to take her to her first ever Quidditch match - or if not wrong at least less special. Unless, of course, she'd been going to see Marcus fly. Then she supposed she would have to content herself with an alternative chaperone. She was going to see him fly someday. If worst came to worst and he was on the verge of retiring she would go alone and ruining her reputation would be worth it.

When Marcus confirmed that she had drawn it, Bryony looked down at the tattoo with new awe. "But... It's permanent." She still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that he would voluntarily choose something she had drawn when he could have had anything he wanted. When he apologised for not asking her permission Bryony gave a breathy laugh. "Oh, Marcus." Her eyes were suddenly wet with tears, blurring the tattoo she was still trying to study. "It's-" It was completely overwhelming. Even though she worked with Braith now, the list of people who'd actually seen her art was fairly small and Bryony was never truly convinced anyone actually thought it any good. To have someone willingly make it a permanent part of themselves was -

She leaned into him, hiding her face against his arm. After a moment she recovered enough to at least speak, though she didn't move away. "It's an honour." And one she wasn't at all sure she really merited.

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marcedflint
2014-10-05 02:04 am UTC (link)

Marcus smiled slightly at her observation, because that really was the point. "Yeah, it it," he confirmed, and then frowned when he saw her tears, even if they hadn't quite fallen yet. Without knowing what had caused that reaction - and unsure if asking for an explanation would make it worse - he silently wrapped his free arm around her shoulders, pressing a brief kiss to her curls.

"Trust me, the honour is mine," he muttered back. After all, it had been Bryony's letters and drawings that had helped him from succumbing to the darkness of his own mind in Azkaban, and to be able to carry that reminder around with him at all times, especially while removing the Mark and its bad associations, was an absolute blessing.

"C'mon, lunch won't make itself," he said lightly after a moment, pulling back slightly to smile down at her.

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goodlight
2014-10-05 08:14 am UTC (link)

The weight of Marcus' arm around her shoulders was always comforting and after delicately dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief, Bryony felt recovered enough to resume normal activities. Despite still feeling like Marcus had just turned her world on its axis, she gave him as bright a smile as she had when he'd told her about the Quidditch tickets.

"You wanted me to slice the squash and the peppers," she remembered, giving one last look at his arm. It was still amazing, to see something other than the Mark. Even more so now she realised it was her own sketch... She knew he preferred to cook by hand, so she found a knife and set to slicing the squash into neat chunks.

She tried to think of another topic which was sometimes a struggle for her, even with Marcus. It was just hard to believe anyone could be interested in her life. "Braith finished another piece for the show yesterday," she offered.

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marcedflint
2014-10-05 07:32 pm UTC (link)

Returning her smile with one of his own, Marcus nodded at her statement, glad to see her eyes dry once more. Without knowing what had made those tears appear in the first place, he couldn't quite make up for it, but he could concentrate on things that most likely weren't the source, like lunch. "Yes, please," he added, before moving to stand next to her and began slicing the onion and tomatoes, a small spell in place to help the smell from being too overwhelming.

"Really? That's exciting, I'm sure," he commented, knowing how much the apprenticeship meant to Bryony. "Are you going to have anything on display?" He would still come to support her even if the answer was no, but he certainly hoped that that wouldn't be the case.

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goodlight
2014-10-07 01:42 pm UTC (link)

"I don't think so," Bryony said as she pushed the squash to one side to make a little more room. "Braith said they do show apprentice work sometimes, but I'm so new, still..." Having seen everyone else's work, Bryony was quite sure her own pieces weren't yet good enough for anyone to consider buying. At the very least, not anyone who didn't know her personally. She had a feeling that if she would let him, Marcus would probably buy something despite the fact he already had dozens of her early sketches.

She continued her neat slicing, moving on to the various peppers. "I sort of accidentally sketched Hermione Granger on Thursday," she told him, a slight flush rising to her cheeks again. She'd felt awful about it at first, but Hermione had been really very nice and complimentary. "Just her hands, I didn't realise who she was."

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marcedflint
2014-10-19 02:29 am UTC (link)

He couldn't quite read between the lines of what Bryony was saying, though he hoped it wasn't yet another instance of her doubting her own abilities. "Well, I'd still be more than happy to accompany you, if you'd like," he said sincerely, finishing up the onion he was slicing and then moving onto the tomatoes.

He felt one of his eyebrows raise at the comment, and his first reaction, as always with her, was concern and protection. "Did everything work out alright?" he asked, though he felt that it must have, since she hadn't gone into any further details. And it had probably been some sort of public space, so it seemed unlikely that there had been any real issue, but he still had to ask.

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goodlight
2014-10-19 11:03 am UTC (link)

Smiling up at him, Bryony nodded. "I'd like that." She thought her father would probably come, too, but unlike Iris he hadn't completely changed his opinion of Marcus since his arrest. Even if he hadn't allowed them to marry - something Bryony would never understand or completely forgive - he was still polite.

She pushed her diced vegetables to the edge of her chopping board and cleaned off her knife, all ready to move on to the next step - if only Marcus would tell her what it was. "She was very nice about it, actually," Bryony said, then sighed a little. "I know I should ask people before I sketch them but..." She actually hated sketching people who knew she was sketching them. It made her feel so much more self-conscious, unable to melt into the background.

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