Mad World Mods (madworldmods) wrote in madworldrp, @ 2007-10-28 02:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | landon aubrey, meghan mccormack |
RP Log: Meg and Landon
LJ-SEC: (ORIGINALLY POSTED BY highland_keeper)
Who: Landon and Meg
What: Breaking up? Not as hard as they say
When: Mid-afternoon
Where: Hogsmeade
Rating: PG-13 - no sex, but Meg is fond of the f-bomb.
Meghan had been having a good day, so far - Landon had been enjoyably attentive, and things between them had degenerated from handholding to walking just side by side, and she wondered if he was enjoying it as much as she was. Guiltily, she stole a glance at him on the way to Scrivenshaft's. Her quill was fine and she didn't want to walk into that crowded shop anyway. Pulling him by the wrist, she dragged him into a small, dead-end back alley next to Scrivenshaft's. She knew what she needed to do. Now she just needed to suck it up and do it.
"Need to talk," she said by way of explanation. Leaning against the cold brick, Meg's head tilted to the sky, unable to look Landon in the face. "So, ye know, I think... I've made a few mistakes. Chiefly, telling ye I loved ya. S'not that I don't, I just... and I like the shagging. But a boyfriend... s'too complicated for me. Can't stand tangled things. It just knots and it's complex and I can't take it, too many expectations as it is. So if'n ye want to yell, kick things, or hit me, now's the time. Be warned I'll hit ye back."
The day had been quiet and comfortable. Landon enjoyed spending time with Meg. She was one of the best friends he had, and always had been. They had fun together. And being in the company of a sexy woman didn't hurt the situation at all.
He found he wasn't surprised when she dragged him off, nor when she started to talk, or at what she said. He agreed, quite frankly. It wasn't quite right. They didn't work as a couple. As friends? Most definitely. As shagging partners? Christ, yes. He nodded as she spoke, and thought about what to say for a moment once she'd finished. "I um. I think yer right," he said honestly, smiling slightly. "A'm not gonna yell or get angry. I do love yeh. But it's a... 'you're one o'the greatest friends I've ever had' sort of thing, not a 'lets be together forever' thing, aye?"
"Oh fuck, yes," she said, throwing her arms around him in an impetuous, tight hug, and kissing him on both cheeks before she withdrew. "Gods. So glad ye're not gonna sulk or get angry and choke me. Bad luck with breakups," Meg admitted with a casual shrug. "Still wanna go to the ball together? S'all right if ye don't, I mean - I can't fault ye for it, too much of a friend. Gods," she repeated, shaking her head amazedly. "The sex was bloody... fantastic. Gonna miss it."
Landon laughed. She was all over the place. He returned her hug and kissed the top of her head. "An' we can still go teh the ball, if yeh want... an the shaggin' was, aye, fantastic. Can't disagree there. But I gotta admit somethin'. And dun laugh. I er. Still got a pretty big thing fer Daisy Hookum."
Meghan couldn't help herself: she let out a short, bark of a laugh. "I knew it, ye gibbering fool," she said, tossing her head proudly. "Women, sixth sense, that sort of thing. Go fer it, mate! Ask her to the ball! She got a date? Could go throw myself at him and distract him long enough fer ye to sweep Lady Hookum off her feet." She winked saucily, leaning against the wall with her hands behind her head and one foot resting against its brick and mortar. The affected "sexy" pose looked ridiculous on her, not helped by the playful smirk that threatened to break into another laugh. "People tell me I'm a sexpot when I put m'mind to it."
Landon's lip quirked and he started laughing. "Is tha what they're callin' that now, then? I think yeh look like a stand-up comic tryin' teh float. Not that it ain't sexy in a weird, Meg-like way," he teased. "And are yeh sure? I dun wanna leave yeh hangin'."
When he started laughing, it did her in and she started laughing, her head tilted down and hair swung forward to hide her face. "Megsexual?" she tried, straightening up and working at subduing her smile, which threatened to blind through its brightness. "It's a fetish. Comics're particularly susceptible! But yeah," she continued, more sober. "'m sure. I've got far an' away enough mates goin stag to keep me entertained, an' ye should be with her if ye want her. Do what ye want, always." Meg paused to consider that last statement, brow furrowed. "Well. Doin' that got the fuck beat out of me. Do what ye want, unless there's a burly, drunk Scotsman standin' in yer way."
Landon raised an eyebrow. "Duly noted," he said, and then stepped forward and drew her into another fierce hug. "Yeh're amazin', yeh know that? And I'll desperately miss teh shaggin'."
"Yeh're amazin' too, don' forget!" She returned the hug, grinning into his chest as if she'd won the World Cup. "Sorry 'm such a lousy girlfriend, though, 'cos I'd not give up the shaggin' if I had my druthers, slag that I am." Pulling back slightly, but keeping an arm around him, Meg raised her wrist. "Would it be all right if I kept this?" she asked, cocking her head towards the leather bracelet she had barely taken off since it had been given to her.
"Yeh ain't a slag," Landon said. "Yeh just got a healthy sexual appetite, and a'm not helpin' the matter. And of course yeh can. I made it fer you especially. Think it's fair teh say it can be a friendship bracelett s'well as a relationship one, aye?"
"I was slaggin' about with a Slytherin before ye decided to give yer help in makin' me downright voracious," she said. "S'just damn good fun." Meghan gave him another tight squeeze again, lingering close as a wind blew down the alley. "Things go south with Daisy, I'd love to take t'edge off, or if'n ye ever just need to talk or anythin'. Y'know I'll be yer mate, through thick an' thin."
"I know. An' it goes both ways. A'm always here fer yeh, no matter what, awrite?" Landon asked. "An' I still want yeh teh come visit me over hols. I'd miss yeh too much otherwise."
"I was plannin' to just show up on yer doorstep anyway," she said simply, grinning up at him in what might be the best mood she'd been in for weeks. "S'pose I gotta talk w' Daisy. Make sure she knows she'll get jumped if she mistreats ye." Another wink, then: "Don' think that'll happen, though. Always felt guilty for what happened between the two of ye 'cause of me."
"Dun regret it," Landon said. "S'one of the best things tha ever happened t'me. Think I can do a few things better now, and once yeh shag a mate, I think yeh've gotten as close as yeh can get. There's no turnin' back now. Dun think you'll ever get rid of me, n'matter who I'm with."
"Ye gonna go shag Frank now to prove it?" she teased. Another wind ripped through the small lane, and Meg shivered, folding her arms against her chest. "S'freezin," she moaned, shoulders rounded down against the weather. "Three Broomsticks?"
Landon laughed. "I think with blokes and blokes there's a bit of a thicker boundry," he said. "Maybe it's just more applicable to you and me. And aye, let's go. Freezin' me bollocks off, and we all know what a travesty that'd be teh the human race."
"First," Meg said, "ye're not datin' Daisy yet, so I don' feel half as guilty as I should for this." And she reached up to kiss him soundly on the mouth, a kiss of beginnings and goodbyes and blessings all in one. "That being said, let's fuckin' go already." Impetuous to the end, she linked arms with him and walked out of the alley, not so surreptitiously using his body to shelter herself against the foul wind.