finlay mccracken. (yinned) wrote in invol_rpg, @ 2012-12-14 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! log, edwin seabeck, finlay mccracken |
Who: Edwin Seabeck and Fin McCracken and NPC!Myra Moran
What: Fin gives Edwin his Christmas gift
Where: 2E
When: December 10th
Status/Warnings: COMPLETE. Maybe some swears.
Edwin knocked on the door to Fin and Myra’s room. To be honest, he was still quite surprised by the prospect of a Christmas present, particularly one given by Fin, who reminded him of both Edinburgh and the girls he grew up with in Essex. She seemed just about as far removed from the Christmas Spirit as he was. But still... for all that he was a bit of a non-chalant Grinch about Christmas, his heart could occasionally swell up three sizes at the idea of being thought of so... well, thoughtfully.
“Hullo, Fin? Are you there?” he added optimistically.
“Coming,” Fin said. She raised her eyebrows at Myra who nodded. She was glad that she could do this for him at least. She shut the door behind her as she stepped out into the hallway, nervously running her hands through her short bleached blonde hair. “Well alright, so you can’ tell anyone about your present. It’s a bit of a secret.”
Edwin blinked behind his sunglasses. “A several hour secret. Right,” he reiterated. He was used to places and things that were wrapped. And then an idea hit him. An idea that he was going to be terribly embarrassed about if he turned out to be right. Colour flushed to his cheeks slightly at the thought of this being some sort of proposition since it would undoubtedly end badly.
“Right. Secret. Okay,” Edwin added with a nod.
“Alright come in and sit down on the bed,” Fin told him, after opening the door. The girl’s beds were pushed together, like they always were and Fin nervously toyed with her ring. She didn’t doubt Myra’s power, she just doubted being able to coax Edwin’s sunglasses off his face. She had the movie in her laptop and it was ready to go. She bit her lip.
The beds were pushed together. He crossed through the threshold and wondered if this wasn’t a good reason to just pin the word ‘gay’ to his shirt every morning instead of getting around to it eventually when people asked. Awkward situations like this. His eyes darted over to Myra, who was sitting on the bed and blowing one hand’s worth of nails dry with a sort of coy (was it?) smile on her lips.
And Fin was nervous. Had he ever seen her nervous? He rubbed a hand at the back of his neck - she was making him nervous. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he looked over at Fin. “You’re, em... building this surprise up well,” Edwin said, pulling down on the edge of a cuffed sleeve.
Fin looked at Myra. “I’m not trying to,” she told him. “Take off your glasses, I promise nothing bad will happen.” Admittedly she didn’t know how well or exactly what Edwin’s did, but she knew that it had something to do with lights and caused him headaches.
That request brought his mind to an abrupt halt. “Wh- alright, what’s going on?” he said suspiciously, if still in a wry, half-grin sort of way.
And then, rather startlingly, he noticed something had changed. It froze him in place for a moment and made him turn inward instead of focusing on Fin’s request. Granted, he’d not felt terribly burdened when he’d walked in since powers training - at least the portion he’d participated in - had been just a couple of hours prior. But this sort of clarity only ever happened immediately after he’d used them; not just used them but completely emptied his head of all the raucous energy it stored as compact as memories.
He did slide his sunglasses off slowly, tentatively, waiting for the lights in the room and streaming still through the window to ratchet up the pressure in his brain. It was never a strong sensation, but it was a perceptible one and one that he could never grab a hold of and use to shut his constant absorption completely. Except, it seems, for just this moment. He folded the earpieces down and didn’t want to breathe.
Fin watched Edwin carefully. She knew that everyone had a different sort of reaction to Myra’s powers - although sometimes people didn’t notice. The longer she was with Myra, the more relaxed she felt - not that she thought her powers were a burden, but there was something soothing about just letting go and not having to be so in control of her own all the time.
She sat down next to him and hit play. “I hope this is your favorite.”
It wasn’t Fin - he knew Fin’s powers. He’d worried about Fin’s powers. But he didn’t know the smirking Myra’s powers and had never asked such a personal question of someone he wasn’t close to. He turned to look over at her, laser blue eyes searching her curiously. She’s just shut him off. Without... it didn’t appear like she gave it any effort.
It was impossible not to just be in utter awe.
And then Fin drew his attention to her computer and he couldn’t help but laugh behind his hand. “Frontal Ewan in a horrible American accent. Happy Christmas. How long is this going to last?” Edwin asked, looking from Fin to Myra.
Fin scooted back on the bed so that Edwin could see the screen better. “As long as you’re in the room and so is Myra,” she said. Power negating was a power that would raise eyebrows among their fellow students - one had even accused Myra of working for the IVI, so they kept it quiet. “So long enough to watch the movie, aye?” She patted the bed and Myra came and sat next to her.
After a moment, he just decided to go with it. He scooted back to sit on the other side of Fin as the opening credits scrolled through and he looked at her profile, watching the screen. When he thought about this later as another piece of this psychological puzzle, this was going to be interesting to explain - he felt rather taken aback at this seemingly sudden bit of generosity.
“Thank you,” he said, feeling that he was being rather belated with the complement. He sat back against the headboard and couldn’t really imagine a time when he could literally just... relax. Like this. He was watching a movie in what looked like practically the middle of the afternoon. His parallel life.
“You know, this is the perfect film to watch if you ever want to know if your boyfriend is gay,” he remarked matter of factly as he crossed his legs in front of him.
Fin pulled her knees up to her chest and watched the screen as Myra sat down next to her. She didn’t need to be thanked and she didn’t think that what she was doing was more than it was. She rather liked Edwin, he didn’t irritate her at all, which was saying a lot.
She laughed at Edwin’s remark - laughing wasn’t something that Fin did a lot, . “Well I’ll remember that if I ever need to check,” she told him dryly. “But I don’t think that will be an issue while we’re here.”
It was almost like the beginning of a joke. An Englishman, an Irishwoman and a Scot sat down to a film, ending with some perfectly crafted stereotype that probably involved drinking. He stole a look over at Fin and Myra in a way that suggested he was still in the mindset of hiding behind his glasses and thought to himself that they looked rather sweet together. No, he imagined, it wouldn’t be an issue here.