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Dean Thomas ([info]artistdean) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-09-29 16:07:00

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Entry tags:character: dean thomas, character: seamus finnigan, status: complete

RP: Time for food.
Who: Dean and Seamus
What: Making him leave the studio
Where: Dean's studio & Ireland (Seamus' family home)
When: Monday
Rating: NSFW - tiny bit of language


Dean had had a good weekend mostly. His date with Ophelia had gone well and he'd not made a fool of himself during dinner and there had been no surprise explosions during the film and they'd ended the night with a couple more kisses. Sadly he'd not slept well on Friday night but it had just given him the chance to make the belated cupcakes he owed Justin and he'd spent half of the day with his family before heading for the studio for a few hours.

Sunday he'd made it to Battlescars and paused to grab lunch before heading back. The piece that had been half inspired by his conversation with Lavender was coming along nicely and he'd got into something of a rhythm and ended up simply crashing on the sofa in the corner somewhere around 1am. He raided the kitchen for coffee and a stray banana when he woke again and set back to it, humming along to the radio he'd automatically switched on, and forgetting further food or drinks.

He knew Ophelia was planning on some trip or other to see a client in France and a visit to her parents so she wouldn't be in until Tuesday. Cadmus was doing... something, and Braith was busy with her own work and not planning to disturb him so he felt justified in dancing around for half an hour as he waited for a patch to dry a tiny bit more. It wasn't good dancing, just a bit of movement accompanied by humming and poking at a selection of paints trying to decide on robe colours for the people seen through the shop window.

It was coming along well, this muggleborn child looking jealously through the window at wizarding children engrossed with their toys, he thought. Still rather lacking in proper features on some of the children and definition on most of the toys and the brickwork, but you could get the general idea now.


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[info]openbottle
2014-09-29 04:18 pm UTC (link)
Sunday had seemed to come out of nowhere, leaving Seamus reeling slightly and still trying to find his feet come Monday morning. Usually he was pretty on top of things and had the Finnigan's timetable memorised but today - was it Gobstones or Duelling Club? Chess? Everytime he checked, the information fell out of his head again immediately, leaving him more perplexed than ever. The only thing he was absolutely sure of was that it was his turn to check on Dean. That was too important to be forgotten and Seamus had made himself a reminder.

He'd worked most of the day and, after firmly establishing that there was no evening event at which his presence was expected, apparated to Dean's flat - which was empty. It had been a long shot, but the idea of apparating into the studio and potentially being confronted by Ophelia had made it worthwhile. Fortunately, his fears were unfounded and instead of Ophelia, he found Dean - moving and waving his arms around. Dancing? Seamus laughed, moving to perch on the arm of the couch. "Evening, handsome. You look like you're enjoying yourself."

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-29 05:23 pm UTC (link)
Dean had just picked up a pot of green paint, not having registered Seamus arriving, and was peering down into it. He jumped and spun around to face the sofa, the paint jumping in the pot and a blob splatting onto his nose.

"Crap on a cracker, Seamus," he said trying to frown down at his nose, crossing his eyes. There were so few people allowed to apparate straight into this space he didn't really feel under attack, just surprised.

"And yeah, it's going well. I was waiting for the windowsill to dry a bit," he said, putting the pot back down and waving at the painting he was working on. "So, you know, music, and er, dancing... did you say evening?" he asked, his brain catching up with the actual words Seamus had said. He looked out of the window and winced at the slightly fading light. The lighting in the studio automatically adjusted to the light of the day, but it hadn't kicked in yet.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-29 06:04 pm UTC (link)
Seamus held up his hands in a gesture clearly intended to convey 'I come in peace', though the effect was somewhat ruined by the fact that he couldn't stop laughing. "Only you, you freak of nature," he teased once he'd managed to limit it to small explosions of giggles between breaths.

"Frankly, now that I've somehow made you spill paint up I'm tempted to say my work here is done." He shook his head and gestured to Dean, then to his own nose to demonstrate. "You might want to fix that. But actually, I'm here for your routine check-up, Mr Thomas. When did you last eat? When did you last sleep?"

Dean losing track of time was never exactly reassuring, but Seamus just nodded. "I did say evening, because it is. I'm done with work for the day and if you can possibly tear yourself away I think we should go outside!"

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-29 08:28 pm UTC (link)
Dean rolled his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh too. He had a sense of grace and balance, he just had a tendency to not use it. "Sod off," he said, amused. "I can and will spill paint every way and any way. It's my space." It didn't stop him swiping at his nose to try and remove the offending paint. Sadly not quite all of it came away and he was left with a green smear.

"I, er, slept last night. On the sofa, for about six or seven hours, then I had coffee and a banana, and that might have been it," he said, racking his brain to see if he'd remembered to eat or drink since then and coming up blank. There might have been some water when he refilled his painting jar.

If it was evening he had a hunch he was going to start feeling it, and soon. "You know, that sounds like a good idea. Give me," he paused looking around, "Five minutes to clear up?" he said after assessing the assembled detritus of the last day or so.

He started immediately, pulling his wand out and casting a quick stasis charm on his painting-in-progress and began to move quickly through the process of clearing away with an ease which only came from years of practice.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-29 09:42 pm UTC (link)
"And here I was under the impression paint was supposed to go on the canvass," Seamus teased. "Have you come over all modern art all of a sudden?" He was half-tempted to get up and help Dean with the stubborn smudge but held back. He wasn't his mam and Dean was a grown adult who could get the paint off his own face.

He shook his head at Dean's responses. "One out of two isn't bad, I guess, but it's not good. Walk, then food, then possibly more walk or maybe sleep or cuddles. Or you'll heartlessly abandon me and come back to work, but at least you'll be fed and exercised." Frankly, the last seemed the more likely scenario but Seamus didn't really mind. Dean only got like this when he was working toward something.

He watched as Dean tidied, content to let him do the work because if Seamus tried to help he'd doubtless put something in the wrong place or mess something up beyond repair. Dean was better doing it on his own.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-29 10:11 pm UTC (link)
"Smartarse. Most of it does go on the canvas. Then sometimes my best friend shows up and accidents happen," he said. He scrubbed at his nose again, hoping most of the paint was gone now.

He waved away Seamus' disappointment. He knew his habits were terrible, but it ended up happening sometimes no matter hard he tried. "I know, I know. I fail whatever wizards want to call responsible adult exams, but I could do with a break. Although people coming in to feed and exercise me kind of makes me feel like a naughty pet of some sort," he said.

It took him less than the predicted five minutes, even though he was still humming on and off and giving a little wiggle along to the music a couple of times. He finished by grabbing a stray damp rag and rubbing at his nose. "Has it all gone?" he asked.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 12:41 pm UTC (link)
Seamus stood, sketching a bow in Dean's general direction. "I live to serve. At least it got on you and not the wrong place on the canvas. You could have had green sheep." Or whatever it was Dean was painting, Seamus generally tried to respect the in-progress nature of the work by not getting too close. Sometimes, anyway. Sometimes his curiosity got the better of him.

He continued to watch Dean move and wiggle to the music until he sensed the tidying up was more or less done. "Hug," he demanded, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around Dean without further warning. It was only a quick hug, but it still made Seamus feel better. Not that he'd felt bad before. Just a little hazy. He hadn't slept well on Friday or Sunday. No nightmares, no other reason for it just... It happened sometimes.

Waving away Dean's pet comment with a chuckle, Seamus stood back to assess the state of Dean's nose. "All good," he assured him. "So what do you want to eat, because no offence - I don't fancy a walk in your neighbourhood. We should go walk near the food. We could drop in on mam see what she's got for us?" Thank god for apparition, because there was nowhere better to walk than Ireland - even if there were pissed off Banshees still roaming.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 01:30 pm UTC (link)
"It's not... oh never mind," he said. The protest was instinct, but he couldn't be bothered to argue. "You can see how wrong you are at the show."

Dean wrapped his arms around Seamus and smiled. Hugs from his friends always made him feel better. Then his stomach made a noise. Small, but audible, especially given how close Seamus was. "Oops," he said, feeling guilty.

"To be fair the food both here and at home is pretty shit for a decent distance. Apart from the cafe I worked at, and I know what the prices there are like. So sure, we can go visit your Mum," he said, shrugging. At this point he didn't especially care where they wandered, it was all the same as long as it ended up with food.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 05:50 pm UTC (link)
"Can't wait," Seamus said, grinning. "Might buy a few things for the Common Room, rotate out what's already there." He liked the paintings he had already, but he knew that new ones were likely to attract more customer attention and thus possibly direct some business Dean's way.

After rolling his eyes, Seamus attempted to fix Dean with a stern expression - but they both knew 'stern' wasn't exactly something Seamus wore easily. "Food first, then walk. Mam'd kill me if I took you for a stroll and you fainted from hunger before you could appreciate whatever delight she's cooked up." Not that she knew they were coming, but there was bound to be something yummy in the house. "You okay to apparate there solo?"

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 07:11 pm UTC (link)
"I'll be glad when it's over. I love my job, but shows really take it out of me after a while," he said. Plus of course there was the whole part where he had to deal with publicity people and Cadmus being a smug bastard.

Dean shook his head, the stern expression wasn't anything he was buying, but he couldn't disagree with the sentiment. Plus he usually just went along with it anyway simply because it was Seamus. "To be fair it's probably not a bad plan anyway, and I don't want her to kill either of us," he said. "Yeah, I'm good, plus wards need to happen. Back door?" he asked, not wanting to apparate right on top of anyone inside the house.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 07:28 pm UTC (link)
"It'll be worth it," Seamus assured him. "And after, maybe we can sneak a couple of days off." Other than Christmas, Seamus basically hadn't taken a holiday since he started Finnigan's. Maybe it was time to change that. Go somewhere, even. He could leave Bryn and Ben in charge for a couple of days.

Seamus nodded his confirmation and apparated out, leaving Dean to ward up and follow. He pushed the door of his mam's kitchen open, finding the room dark and empty. "Mam?" he called. "Your favourite boy is home." A quick touch of his wand lit several magical lamps around the room - and in the living room, which had also been dark. Hearing no response he returned to the kitchen and peered behind the door at the calendar. Monday was ringed in blue ink - a note that said simply 'C social' fit neatly into the box. So Mam was out, which meant da was almost certain at the pub.

This was disappointing, but not the end of the world and by the time Dean showed up Seamus was already pawing through cupboards in search of food.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 08:00 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, I hope so. And when it's all done I am going to require sleep, and a holiday sounds like bliss," he said, grinning. He didn't doubt he'd need it by the time the show was done with. That and time for Christmas shopping.

Dean grabbed his sketchbook and shrunk it and stuck it in his pocket before setting his wards and leaving. When he arrived in Ireland he took a couple of seconds to breathe in the fresh air before pushing open the back door.

"Hi Mrs.. ah," he said, noting a lack of the expected Mrs. Finnigan and Seamus with his head in a cupboard. "I'm guessing she's out? That mean we're screwed on the food front?" he asked Seamus' back.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 08:15 pm UTC (link)
Seamus leaned back to glare at Dean. "Do you have no faith in me?" he asked, hands still moving things unseen. "We have a stove, we have ingredients," he gestured to each in turn, a pile of various edibles already on the counter. "It may not be quite mam's minted lamb stew, but I can do us any kind of omelette you can think of." Or at least, he could if he could just find some eggs.

Giving up on traditional means, he pulled his wand from his pocket and muttered 'accio eggs' - at which prompting, five eggs came flying straight for him. "Fuck!" A cushioning charm managed to save four of them, but the fifth splattered against his wand hand, and his wind. "Oh, yuck. This is all your fault, Thomas!" He was grinning even as he retreated to the sink to wash egg from his hand and sleeve - and to dab his wand carefully on the towel.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 08:27 pm UTC (link)
"I've got plenty of faith in you, not always in your cooking," he said, a touch of teasing doubt in his voice. He wandered over to the pile of assorted ingredients. "Omelette works, only can we have something else too? I'm starting to think a banana this morning probably wasn't enough food," he said, his stomach rumbling obligingly to illustrate his point.

No sooner had Dean opened his mouth to warn against summoning eggs, having made the same mistake himself a few times when sleep deprived, than one splattered onto Seamus's hand. He bit pressed his lips together hard to try and hold in the laugh, but it just came out as a snort instead and he gave in and doubled over with laughter, the bright sound ringing around the kitchen. "Sorry, sorry," he managed through a rapidly drawn breath, leaning against the table for support.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 08:47 pm UTC (link)
Seamus glared as his best mate fell to pieces laughing at him. "Should've wiped egg on you," he grumbled and did indeed approach to wipe damp (though egg-free) hands down the sides of Dean's jeans. As usual his attempt to pretend to be angry at Dean lasted barely long enough for him to complete a sentence. He leaned against Dean, feeling him still shake with laughter and grinned. Egg on his hand was a small price to pay to make Dean laugh like this.

"Omelette and chips?" he suggested. His mam didn't have a deep-fat fryer but Seamus had the technique for oven chips memorised and magic would help speed the process. A banana for breakfast was definitely not enough food, but Seamus wasn't really in a position to talk what with as often as he skipped meals. "And then we'll raid the biscuit tin. Or if you want we can walk down to the chippy, it's not far." As if Dean didn't know that. The local fish and chip shop had been a regular feature of summers with Seamus.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 09:00 pm UTC (link)
Dean tried to move out of the way, but it was a pathetic attempt because he was still laughing slightly and he knew Seamus' hands were clean. "Bugger off, you," he said, swatting at him ineffectually and laughing some more. It was good to just let go like this and feel utterly comfortable.

"Sure, sounds good," he said, as his laughter trailed off. "I can chop things if you like, or we just cheat on the chips and I can go get 'em from the chippy," he said, and then his stomach rumbled. "Or we combine exercise and getting the food," he suggested. The mention of fish and chips was sort of growing on him as an idea. "Whatever really, my stomach is easily pleased."

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 09:48 pm UTC (link)
Dean's attempt to swat him away just made Seamus cling closer, looping an arm around Dean's waist. "Nope. No getting rid of me," he told him, remembering his words to Dennis and smiling - he was glad that was sorted too. His friendships were all back where they ought to be and it felt good.

"Yeah, let's go get fish and chips," Seamus agreed, carefully banishing his stolen spoils back to their cupboards. "It's impossible to get decent chips in London, we should take advantage." He grabbed a quill and a sheet of paper and scratched out a note apologising for breaking the egg and saying he was sorry they'd missed her. "Reckon it'll be warm enough to eat down on that stone wall?"

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 10:21 pm UTC (link)
Dean just grinned and looped his own arm around Seamus. "Not planning on it; although it's not like you'd actually be making these jeans much dirtier even if you still had egg still on your hands," he said, flicking a foot up to examine his slightly painty jeans.

"Hey, Londoner here!" he protested. "Although you're not wrong, your local is way better than ours was growing up." Then again Dean's family hadn't tended towards fish and chips as a take away preference, but the point definitely stood.

"Yeah, I don't see why not, and we could probably heat 'em up a bit if they don't." He somehow doubted that he'd resist the urge to unwrap one end and eat chips as he walked, but it was worth a try.

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[info]openbottle
2014-09-30 11:07 pm UTC (link)
"Remind me to introduce you to the wonders of cleaning charms," Seamus teased, fully aware that Dean already knew them. "You don't have to do everything the muggle way." He leaned against Dean for a moment longer before pulling away and leading the way to the door - extinguishing the lights once they were both outside and securing the wards behind them.

He waved away Dean's objections. "There are shops in London that sell fish and skinny 'fries', Dean," he moaned. "And there's not even that many of those! I don't know why, but London is a desert as far as chippies are concerned." He shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked, the temperature out how noticeably lower than in built-up London.

For all he loved the city, Greencastle was still home and Seamus enjoyed having Dean here to share it - even if only for an evening. "So where're we going on this holiday?" he asked, thinking that daydreaming about destinations might be fun.

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[info]artistdean
2014-09-30 11:51 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted. He used cleaning charms on his clothes a lot of the time, he'd just given up on doing so every single time he dropped paint down himself. "You know me, bit of both works just fine," he said with a cheeky smile as they made their way out again.

He was half wishing he'd got a jacket with him, but it was warm enough to walk around for now. "I know, I know. This stuff was a revelation. At least I can still get decent Chinese and Caribbean food in London. Actually most things that aren't fish and chips really, as far as I can tell."

After almost making a comment about how unlikely it seemed that they'd actually go away he mentally shrugged and moved on. "Well it'll be December, right? So somewhere warmer, or somewhere wintery? There's, like, European Christmassy stuff, or we go to some hot island and forget winter is happening."

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-01 08:40 am UTC (link)
Seamus rolled his eyes at that - not deigning the pun with a response. He nodded to Dean's words. Greencastle was great for fish and chips but pretty much completely lacking in any other kind of cuisine, unless you made it at home. "This is why we learn to apparate," he pointed out, not troubling to keep his voice down as they were still within the magical community for now. "The best of both worlds - no, stop. One pun is your limit." He shoved at Dean playfully with his shoulder.

Unlikely or not, holidays were fun to dream about and talk about and maybe - just maybe - they really could go somewhere, if only for a few days. "Ooh, German Christmas markets," he said, smiling. "Hot cider and mulled wine and gingerbread and sausages." Okay, so his rumbling stomach was currently making a lot of his decisions for him. Though a hot island sounded good too... "If we go island hopping you'll have to promise to rub suntan lotion into all the hard-to-reach places," he said, giving Dean his very best suggestive eyebrows. "Not all of us won the genetic melanin lottery."

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-01 11:53 am UTC (link)
"It is a very useful skill," he said mock-seriously, resisting the urge to apparate two feet in front of where they were walking. In reality it was a skill that had kept him alive, but that was something it was best not to dwell on he'd found. He snorted and held his hands up in surrender at Seamus' own pun. "Not saying a word," he promised.

Dean's stomach growled lightly at the mention of more food. "And you want to encourage me to spend two days making jokes about large, hot, German sausages?" he said blandly, looking very amused. "Although the Christmas markets do sound fun, sort of an eat-your-way-around prospect." Right now that sounded like an amazing idea. "But yes, if we go somewhere hot I promise to make sure to keep all your important bits nice and slick with lotion," he said, returning the suggestive eyebrows and trying not to laugh.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-01 01:12 pm UTC (link)
"When don't I want you to spend days making jokes about large, hot, juicy German sausages?" Seamus asked as they neared the chippy. They were in muggle greencastle now, but aside from the satellite dishes and electric lights on the houses they passed it wasn't exactly obvious. Seamus liked that about this place, that magic and muggle could co-exist so close to one another.

He nodded enthusiastically to Dean's suggestion that they eat their way through a Christmas market. "Are roasted chestnuts a British thing? Because I want some of those too. And those little star-shaped Christmas biscuits that you can't get in the UK." Plus, he could do some of his Christmas shopping! All in all, this seemed an excellent plan.

And then Seamus choked inelegantly, because important bits and slick and lotion were providing too many options for dirty jokes and he didn't know where to start!

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-01 02:16 pm UTC (link)
Dean snickered appreciatively at Seamus' joke. "Mustn't forget juicy," he said, and licked his lips pointedly, with a little eyebrow raise. Dean noted they'd moved into the muggle area and he could smell the chippy getting closer which was always a good sign. It was nice to have the two together like this.

"I'm not sure, I'm sure we could go find them in London if needs be, but those biscuits are great, and garlic bread and, yes, those biscuits are great. Oh,and stollen! And I am so glad we came for chips now we're talking about food," he said.

He managed to school his face just in time to walk into the chip shop and raised his eyebrows at Seamus. "You okay there?" he asked, as blandly as he possibly could. "You seem to be choking on something big there."

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-01 04:31 pm UTC (link)
Seamus happened to be looking over as Dean ran his tongue over his lips and for a second, Seamus thought he understood Dean's complaints that anything suggested to him immediately got turned into a mental image. He shook his head roughly and laughed, dodging an elderly couple who were emerging from the chippy and pulling Dean inside with him. They joined the back of the queue and Seamus swatted Dean with a free hand.

"Tropical beaches just don't quite compare in terms of food," Stiles agreed. "Now, drinks I'll grant you are good in both places." Not that Dean drank much, but virgin fruity cocktails were almost as much fun as the regular kind. "Mmm. We're not sharing chips again. We tried that last time and ended up walking back for more."

He straightened his shoulders in an attempt to look dignified. "I'm sure you were sweet and innocent when I met you," he said, giving Dean his best glare. "I've created a monster."

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-01 10:33 pm UTC (link)
"Fruity drinks and sand in your arse if you're not careful," he said, amused. "I'll take the drinks, skip the sand thanks." Fancy drinks came in all sorts, he was sure he could find some non-alcoholic versions and lower alcohol drinks complete with little umbrellas.

"No, no sharing chips. My stomach wouldn't thank you right now," he said, as it once more grumbled almost on cue. He rubbed at it absently, mentally reassuring it it would be full soon.

Dean gave Seamus a look which attempted to say he was an idiot. "I was 11 when you met me! Everyone was sweet and innocent then. Except maybe Malfoy. Plus I'm sure my parents would argue it's at least half my fault."

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-02 01:27 am UTC (link)
"What is your obsession with sand in uncomfortable places?" Seamus asked, remembering that Dean had said something similar at his birthday. "Also, cider and mulled wine should technically count as fruity drinks, so my vote is with the German Christmas market."

They inched to the front of the queue and put in their orders. Seamus watched hungrily as everything was expertly wrapped and put into a bag so they could carry it down to the stone wall with drinks.

He laughed at Dean's protests. "Oh yes, I remember. Tiny little eleven year old in a West Ham scarf three times too long for your neck." He poked his tongue out and grinned. "Come on, food time."

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-02 05:54 pm UTC (link)
"Hey, if you'd had the experience you'd know the issue!" he said. "And sure, plus it's way closer and less need for long-distance, you know," he said, referring to portkeys which he'd only taken a couple of times and hated.

Dean rolled his eyes at Seamus. "No maligning the scarf, it came in handy with all the snow," he said, digging around and found a total lack of money, muggle or otherwise. He must have left his money thing at the studio. So much for contributing.

"Yes, food," he said, following the bag clutched in Seamus' hand. They'd made this trip to the stone wall plenty of times before when he visited in holidays. Sometimes there had been chips, often there had just been running and laughter.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-02 06:26 pm UTC (link)
Seamus laughed, glancing between himself and Dean in mock confusion. "Yes, I can't imagine why the family of pasty-white, freckle-prone Irish beauties didn't spend more time at the beach growing up," he teased. "You've seen mam. I swear she got sunburned in the rain once!"

After paying for both portions - all of which was refreshingly cheap compared to London - Seamus let Dean carry the bag. He could tell from the way he was eyeing it up that he wanted to dig into his chips already. "I would never. I have fond memories of that scarf." A (mostly good-natured) argument about the merits of West Ham and the English Premier League vs the Dungannon Swifts and the Irish teams had been one of the first conversations he'd had with Dean.

Seamus's favourite low stretch of wall was free, save a few birds which Seamus waved away. He hoisted himself up and then reached for the food. "See," he said, with a gesture at the surrounding countryside and farmland. "Isn't this much better than being cooped up in your studio?"

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-02 06:40 pm UTC (link)
Dean snorted, he knew how pale Seamus and his family were, he still thought he should visit a beach once in a while. "Yeah, yeah, melanin lottery, I know," he said, waving it away. "Besides I like you pale, you being brown would confuse my poor brain. Doesn't take much," he added before Seamus could.

"My allegiance and my toasty warm neck thanks you," he said with a little bow. Football would always be Dean's first sporting love, but he was more interested in Quidditch these days, it was far easier to get coverage on the radio than being guaranteed the West Ham match on FiveLive.

Dean's longer legs meant he didn't really need to jump onto the wall, just hitch himself up from his toes a bit. "I dunno, I like my studio," he said, passing Seamus the bag after grabbing his own paper-wrapped package. "But this is pretty gorgeous," he agreed, looking out over the rolling fields. After all there was a reason he'd come here and here-abouts to paint more than once, plus a little collecting of supplies for his canvas prep.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-02 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Snickering, Seamus nodded. His being brown would confuse him, let alone Dean. He'd never really thought he'd suit it - though Graeme did occasionally come back from holiday looking tanned and despite their different mothers they did have similar colouring. "Good to know you don't expect your friends to commit hours to a tanning bed just to stay in your good graces," he teased.

"You're still wrong." It was something Seamus had said sporadically for years, ever since they were eleven. He didn't really mean it. Now he lived in London he didn't feel quite so bad that his own allegiance had slowly drifted to West Ham - at least as far as English football teams went.

Seamus grinned as broadly as if he'd never heard Dean say those exact words before. He had, of course. With as often as they'd been here, how could he not? "Good memories too. Do you remember that girl you had your eye on who would not take the hint that I wasn't interested?" That had been... Seamus couldn't even remember. Before the war, before he came out. He'd pushed her away because he knew Dean fancied her, but also because he'd been pretty apathetic about her upturned nose and artificially pink cheeks.

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-02 10:30 pm UTC (link)
"What can I say, I'm a nice guy. Plus it's bad for you," Dean said with a shrug. Given the racism in the muggle world he'd never understood the obsession with getting a tan.

Dean rolled his eyes. "You keep telling yourself that," he said. It was a worn routine by now, and they didn't exactly argue about it any longer. Just bicker a bit and agree to disagree. Seamus had admitted enjoying joining him at home matches when he'd visited in holidays.

Opening his food, Dean dug in enthusiastically to his salt and vinegar drenched chips, making a noise of amused agreement through a mouthful. "Oh, Merlin. I lost count of how many ways you said no," he said when he'd swallowed. "Although I may have been distracted by being a tiny bit too jealous at the time to pay enough attention!"

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-03 05:02 pm UTC (link)
Seamus rolled his eyes. "You don't say?" Immediately, he reached out and snatched one of Dean's chips - since he hadn't quite managed to unwrap his own just yet. He made happy food noises and popped open his drink, setting it on the wall beside him while he turned his attention to uncovering his won battered fish and delicious chips.

"About fifty," he answered, though of course he hadn't really kept count. "More, if you count me trying to talk you up to her! 'Oh, my mate Dean's really into football. He's much better than me.' 'Yeah, Dean really liked that movie! Saw it twice at the cinema.'" He shook his head. "I wasn't exactly subtle. You should probably be grateful I don't try to get you dates anymore."

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-03 07:44 pm UTC (link)
Dean swatted at Seamus' hand for the second time in the last hour, not bothering to actually try and hit him. "Unwrap your own food, grabby," he said, without any heat, more focussed on eating more chips of his own.

"I possibly should. Dragons in flight have more subtlety than you. Although Susan isn't much better when she's being 'helpful'," he said, miming the quotes with one hand before ripping off crispy batter and eating it with a very satisfied hum.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-04 11:27 am UTC (link)
"I'd be offended, but I can't seem to be bothered," Seamus said, bumping his shoulder against Dean's as he used the provided wooden fork to spear pieces of flaky fish. He couldn't remember the last time he'd had decent fish and chips. Certainly not since before his Chef had quit. Dean had a point about his lack of subtlety. He did try, but... Somehow it never seemed to quite work.

He chuckled, knowing all too well just how 'helpful' Susan could be. "She seems to have stopped picking on us, at lest," he said, stuffing his mouth with chips as soon as he'd finished his sentence. He supposed it had something to do with Ophelia. Susan had a new target in her sights for Dean now. Seamus wasn't quite as relieved as he'd thought he'd be, but it would probably just take some getting used to, Susan's odd silence on the matter.

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-04 01:21 pm UTC (link)
Dean made an unimpressed face. "Sure she's sworn of meddling, but that apparently doesn't stop sly helpful hints," he said, poking his tiny fork around and sticking some flakes of fish and a chip in his mouth. "The clothes thing was kind of appreciated though," he mumbled, mouth not quite empty. His mother would have killed him, but she was nowhere nearby so he was fine. Also very hungry now that food had started going in.

He held out his hand for his drink, which was still in the bag at Seamus' side, looking over to a tree in the field, the leaves starting to turn yellow and orange at the edges. "Pass me my drink, please," he said, nudging Seamus with his foot.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-04 09:31 pm UTC (link)
Seamus wasn't sure what Dean was talking about, but he could guess. Dean's date with Ophelia. Which, apparently, Susan had helped with - or tried to help with. It wasn't a topic he was keen to explore further. It only reminded him that it had been months since he'd had a date, and was likely to be more before he had another. Still, he smiled. At least one of them ought to be having some luck, right?

He handed Dean his drink and then continued eating, chomping through his chips. "So how's the work going?" he asked, knowing Dean could talk almost endlessly about that topic.

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-04 09:51 pm UTC (link)
Dean uncapped his drink and gulped down about a third before diving back into his chips. "Well I've got about another two weeks before until the cutoff for all the publicity stuff. Although Hengis only knows which pieces will end up in the publicity. But the piece I'm working on now is going well. I got the idea when I was talking to Lavender in the park the other week. We were talking about the whole me missing a wizarding childhood thing. It sparked off an idea," he said.

"That is seriously good," he said, after crunching on the batter around some delightfully soft fish.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-05 01:46 pm UTC (link)
Seamus relaxed, listening to Dean talk. "So that's what you were working on?" He really had tried not to look - he liked being surprised by the finish product. "It sounds good. I mean -" He shrugged. He didn't have Dean's visual imagination, so it wasn't like he could really picture it. "Sounds like a cool idea."

He grinned as Dean tucked in. He might not be the best chef, but sometimes he could provide food in other ways and that felt good. "What about the nightmare stuff?" Seamus asked, "did you make a decision?" He hoped the 'do you want to talk about it? that went unspoken would be understood.

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-05 10:39 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, I'd caught on to the whole wizarding children thing before, but with being in work mode I guess it caught on. I guess if my father had been around it might have been something I got to experience too," he said. He didn't talk about his father often, and it had certainly taken enough digging to discover that he was definitely a wizard, but Seamus knew the story, knew that Dean sometimes felt he'd lost out because of the disappearance. Mostly though Dean adored his stepfather, who had raised him, and would never consider calling him anything but Dad. "It's turning out well though, it's one of those that might be that little bit extra special," he said, truly pleased with how the painting was coming along.

Dean took a deep breath and sighed. "Yeah, I did. I'm going to sell them," he said. It had taken a while to come to the decision, but he was sure now, ready to let them go. "Some of them go back to the start, and, I don't really need them hanging around any more to know that I've moved forward, you know? I mean it's not that I don't still get nightmares, but I can always paint more, and it feels like time. I feel ready," he said, mouth curling in a slightly sad sort of smile.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-08 04:18 pm UTC (link)
Seamus leaned into Dean as he picked at his chips. They'd talked about this before, a little and even when they'd been young Seamus had wanted to show Dean everything about the magical world, to make up for all that he'd missed in his first eleven years. Perhaps there was more he could still do - Seamus would have to think about it. He smiled at the pride in Dean's voice when he talked about his work. "I'm sure it'll be brilliant! How's that new apprentice working out, not getting in your way?"

He nodded, not sure what else to say about the nightmare pieces. It didn't make any difference to him whether Dean sold them or not, and he didn't feel qualified to judge whether doing so was moving on in a good way. He hoped so, but that was all he could do - hope. And be there if anything went wrong. "If it feels weird to be letting go of them, I could always buy one," he said. "Then, you know, you could borrow it back or look at it whenever you wanted. Or would that be weird - seeing it in my place?" Sometimes, it was best just to ask straightforward questions rather than try to guess.

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-09 12:52 am UTC (link)
"Thanks, man. We'll see when it's done. And Bryony's nice enough. I've not seen too much of her yet, but she's good at bringing coffee or more pigment if I ask for it. But I know how much that job sucks so I try to only do it when I'm desperate. She's mostly Braith's responsibility though." He really hadn't seen all that much of her, and he knew Braith had been suggesting she went out to practice some of the time, partly because of the show coming up and needing to get on with her own work, and partly because real life situations were often more useful than forced ones in the studio.

Dean ate his food thoughtfully for several long moments, trying to think through his reactions to the offer. "Honestly you're welcome to buy them if you want them. For the last," he waved a hand negligently, "however long I'v been keeping them around to remind me of how far I've come since being chased in the woods, and since my initial breakdown or whatever." He scratched his nose and bit his lip, trying to find the right words. "I don't know that I'd want to look at any of them all the time. Sometimes they can be a bit triggering, some of them anyway. I like the one with the hat and the flowers that I did for Dobby though. It's more memorial than nightmare. Nobody wants a picture of a house elf with a knife in its chest," he said, brightening slightly as he spoke of the elf, even if the attempt at humour was desperately off colour.

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[info]openbottle
2014-10-09 03:54 pm UTC (link)
More or less finished with his food, or at least down to chips he could eat one handed, Seamus eased an arm around Dean's waist as they leaned together. "I've seen her in the Common Room a few times, but she never really talks to anyone." Seamus had maybe inherited a bit of his mam's instinct to look after anyone who looked lost or alone - though he didn't want to intrude, so he mostly stayed aware of them, made sure no one bothered them. "Always got a sketchbook with her, I'd know she was an artist even if you hadn't pointed her out."

"Hmm." Seamus didn't want to buy anything that might trigger Dean. His flat was supposed to be one of Dean's safe spaces, after all. "Christmas is coming up. I wonder if mam would like one." He wasn't sure she would, really. She knew Dean a little too well, knew what he'd been through. It was unlikely she'd be able to view any of the pieces as just 'art'. Graeme might have been able to, but he lived in a muggle area so no magical paintings for him. "We'll see, I guess. Maybe they'll all sell before I can get around to buying one."

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[info]artistdean
2014-10-09 05:31 pm UTC (link)
Dean crossed his ankles, swinging them slightly and shuffled the minuscule amount closer to Seamus that was possible, finding comfort in his warmth and closeness. "We're a strange breed, us artists," he said, amused.

"There should be plenty of other things you can buy too, although I admit Christmas did factor into the timing when we decided," he said. "We've got another planning meeting in a couple of weeks. I should know even more then."

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