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Tweak says, "IT'S HIGH NOON"

kristoff_bundy (kristoff_bundy) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-05 18:13:00

Entry tags:

kristof bundy, seamus finnigan

Who: Seamus and Kris
What: Coffee and tux shopping
Where: London
When: Saturday June 21, 2002
Rating: E for everyone
Status: Closed/in progress

Kris felt sick from all the cigarettes he had smoked today in a feeble attempt to calm down. Still, he lit up another one as he waited for Seamus in front of the building his flat was in. Sunglasses on to hide the dark circles under his eyes, evidence to a few nights without sleep, Kris fidgeted and bit his bottom lip. This whole situation was driving him crazy and he felt so utterly restless that he wanted to run until he couldn't breathe anymore. With a sigh he leaned against the wall and looked up at the sky. Slowly exhaling the smoke Kris tried futilely to stop the nervous fidgeting. He was already craving some alcoholic drink again, knowing that although it was the worst solution it would at least soothe his mind a little.

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	seafinn 2008-07-05 01:14 pm UTC (link)
	"You need the blasted tux because as much as you hate it this marriage thing is not going away. You need to stop hiding from it and just face reality!" Seamus, no longer caring that he was in public, grabbed Kris and wrapped his arms around him. "He kissed me. I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I didn't kiss him back. The only bloke I want to kiss is you." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	kristoff_bundy 2008-07-05 01:19 pm UTC (link)
	"I am not fucking hiding from it and I can get a bloody tux elsewhere!" Kris tensed up, trying to push Seamus away. Now anger was definitely the dominating emotion. "Yeah sure. That's what they always say. Just fuck off and go to your awesome wife or your lover boy. I can't stand looking at you right now!" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	seafinn 2008-07-05 01:22 pm UTC (link)
	"Goddammit Kris, will you bloody stop it? I'm sorry. He's not my fucking loverboy and my wife is only awesome because she's okay with my... Well... how I guess I feel about you." He mumbled the last bit and refused to let go. "don't leave me. please." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

kristoff_bundy
2008-07-05 01:29 pm UTC (link)

"Jeez, you are really good at pretending, aren't you Seamus? I bet you have your toyboys all around town," Kris replied icily. Seeing Seamus with that bloke had hurt him more than he'd ever admit and after sitting through Seamus wedding it was the last thing he needed to snap completely. Carelessly dropping his coffee Kris pushed Seamus away, fighting the need to just run.

"Oh you won't miss me. I bet there are other eager boys waiting around just for you to grace them with your presence." With that he took a step back and not caring if anyone saw him or not apparated, giving into the need to get away, just get away from it all.

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seafinn
2008-07-05 01:34 pm UTC (link)

"Dammit. Dammit Kris." Seamus cursed, looking at a couple people who were outright staring. Fuck. He smiled, quickly doing a memory charm before hurrying to Kris' apartment. He would not give up. He couldn't. He had no idea if Kris was there or not, but he wasn't giving up. Seamus banged on the door, ignoring the pain in his hands. When nobody answered he gave up, sliding down and resting against the door. He fisted his hands and shut his eyes, hating himself.

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kristoff_bundy
2008-07-05 01:41 pm UTC (link)

Kris had apparated to Hyde Park, given that he always felt a little trapped in the thing he called his flat. His hands were shaking badly as he tried to find his cigarettes and it took quite a few attempts to light one of them. He was glad he had brought his sunglasses, biting his bottom lip as he tried to hold back tears. Fuck. Why had he ever fallen for this? The outcome of the few relationships he had had before had always been heartbreak and this couldn't even be called a relationship. At the moment it seemed that life was simply becoming too much.

Sitting down on a bench Kris stared at the ground, thinking that it was probably best if he'd go home. Really home, as in to his parents where he could hide from the world for a little while and get his act together.

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