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empty journal (fameandglory) wrote in unexpectedrpg,
@ 2008-07-22 23:41:00

Entry tags:

marcus flint, palmer montague, saoirse fawcett

WHO: Marcus Flint and Saoirse Fawcett with a brief show by some photographers and Palmer Montague!
WHAT: Proposing for the public and who knows what else!
WHERE: Leap, Ireland, her home.
WHEN: The morning after the Owls.
STATUS: Complete
RATING: PG-13 for bad language and maybe higher for whatever else happens.

Had there been a muggle child watching they might’ve found the scene somewhat familiar. A man stood at a front door, ready, poised, looking strangely eager for that door to be answered the moment he knocked. Behind him stood a semi-circle of strangely clad photographers. Most wore brightly colored robes while the man doing the knocking wore a black suit and tie. He was dressed to the nines and already the photographers were snapping photos of him as he rapped his knuckles against the front door.

“She’s got quite the mouth and I twice as vicious as me, so careful, gents.”

He waited, knocked again, waited some more, knocked again, waited, waited, waited and hoped he wasn’t going to look like a complete jack-ass in front of these photographers. He was trying to up his publicity with the wizarding world by this little public display of affection and if she blew it.. Merlin he’d break down that door!

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fameandglory
2008-07-23 01:46 am UTC (link)

"Hey, I'm just havin' a laugh. Fuckin' wankers..." her fists were powerful, but he'd taken beatings from bludgers speeding around a pitch at horrible speeds. It wasn't going to keep him hurting for long to have been punched in the gut by a girl. It would leave a red mark, though and a tiny ache.

Just as Palmer was about to hex him the man turned and left without a word. Marcus laughed again. "Come back anytime, for tea maybe, with me an' my wife! Ah, you better go after him, love. Get your good-bye kiss in."

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ladensaol
2008-07-23 01:50 am UTC (link)

"Fuck you, Marcus Flint," she spat. She was kicking mad now, not sure what to do with herself. She'd love nothing more than to beat the bloody crap out of the man but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. Nor would she give him the satisfaction of running after Palmer. She'd just owl him later and apologize for what had happened.

She stomped into the living room, glanced around for something to throw or do.

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fameandglory
2008-07-23 01:58 am UTC (link)

"Ow. Ow. Gonna st- ow." The kicking ceased when she stormed off to the living room, but Marcus just followed like some annoying shadow. He was actually going to have a look around at his new home, but she said some awful words. Tempting words. Words that would get him into so much trouble.

"Fuck me? Is that what you want?" He didn't care if he'd get hexed into oblivion, he was having fun being so cruel. He grabbed at her left hand, thumb briefly rolling over the trinity engagement ring before he pulled her into his embrace.

Then he was kissing her for all it was worth, pouring his energy into the greatest kiss he could give her, doing it all to see where he could make it go.

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	ladensaol 2008-07-23 06:02 am UTC (link)
	Saoirse fought it. She struggled in his arms, a strangled whimper escaping her throat. No, no, no her mind screamed even as her body started to give in. His mouth was hard and insistent, the intensity of the kiss had her reeling. She couldn't think properly, felt dizzy. Another moment and she was kissing him back, her fervour matching his. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

pemontague
2008-07-23 10:24 am UTC (link)

He made it half way through the garden before realising he'd forgotten his robes. With his jaw set, he turned back around and opened the door, accioing his robes, watching them struggle out of the cupboard. He tried to hurry, be quick and in and out before they noticed him. And then he paid more attention.

What the fuck? Kissing him? Moaning about it, too? He wouldn't dare pinpoint his emotions at the moment. It didn't matter. Saoirse wasn't his anymore and he had Johnson to worry about. Fuck.

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ladensaol
2008-07-23 10:52 am UTC (link)

NO! Sliced through Saoirse's clouded mind. No. This wouldn't happen. No. He wouldn't do this to her. No. It took everything in her, every fibre of muscle to actually be able to get out of his grip, but she shoved him and hard.

The force of it pushed her back too, she stumbled but managed to catch herself. She stood there panting, torn between screaming and crying. That's when she saw Palmer in the door way and the bottom dropped out of her stomach.

Her face crumpled and she ran and locked herself in the bathroom beside the stairs. She hugged herself as she slid down the wall to sit on the floor. This was too much to deal with at 22, she decided.

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fameandglory
2008-07-23 01:36 pm UTC (link)

His grin was terrible. It was smug and full of an arrogance that couldn't be faked. He enjoyed making her life a living hell, and Palmer's. By the time she had pushed him away he was stumbling back to the entrance of the living room and foyer. "Oh don't be such twat!"

Why was she always crying about everything? She liked it, didn't she? "I've got shit to do.." Marcus didn't even notice Palmer had seen the kiss, and he didn't care if he did. He'd deal with him later. Marcus made his exit and with a loud POP he apparated away.

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