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the magic of love (mods) (tmlmod) wrote in magicofloverpg,
@ 2016-01-24 15:13:00

Entry tags:

!rp, char: bill weasley, char: blaise zabini, char: cináed macfusty, char: lavender brown, npc: xavier ochoa, season: 1

RP: New arrival
Characters: Cinead MacFusty + OPEN
Date: 01.24.2006
Setting: The main bar
Summary: Cinead arrives at paradise
Warnings: TBD

Cinead had moved into the 3rd bedroom at Villa Acacia and then gone to the bar for a scotch on the rocks - not exactly an island drink, but he liked what he liked. His bare arms were built and had a few cross-hair scars running up them like flames - caused by flames, naturally, due to his work with the dragons in Scotland.

Xavier gave him his drink with a welcome and the tall blond man - he was 6'4" after all - accepted with with a nod of thanks and a dazzling smile. Cinead's mother, while she'd always been thrilled he'd gone into the family business, had more than once commented that he could have gone into modeling for Witch Weekly or something. And she wasn't wrong. He knew he was good looking and used it to his advantage when it came to the witches, but he loved his work and loved being outside and all the rough and tumble work that came with dragon wrangling. There was something old world about it, and Cinead may be a little bit vain and a little bit charming, but he was also a big fan of old fashioned behaviors and lifestyles.

He looked around him and took a seat at one of the large shared tables, sure the others would be around once they learned the new arrival had settled in. Wanting to check out to competition, right?

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Lavender and OPEN

angustifolia
2016-01-25 05:35 pm UTC (link)

Lavender had already decided she had good reason to be grouchy after the last ceremony, but then she'd looked at the calendar and all had become clear. It was easy enough to lose track of the day of the week, but she'd also managed to forget the date until she realised that it was a full moon. It had a tendency to make her a little more sensitive about everything from emotions to physical sensations, but of course she had to hide it as much as possible otherwise it had a tendency to be blamed on other aspects of her biology.

She spent longer than usual getting ready, pampering herself a little and wondering if she might be able to request a massage. Perhaps tomorrow. Or perhaps tonight if Cormac was feeling amenable.

First though, she needed a drink. Something very fruity to hide just how potent it was sounded ideal. And it would be even better if it had an umbrella too.

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