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Maeve Sheridan knows she's better than you. (few_and_far) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-07-26 23:28:00

Entry tags:

!2003: 07, !complete, delaney twilfitt, maeve sheridan

Characters: Maeve Sheridan and Delaney Twilfitt
Setting: Slugs and Jiggers, Monday late afternoon//The Leaky Cauldron and Diagon Alley, Monday evening
Summary: Maeve attempts to have a nice, normal, quiet day at work and Delaney is determined she have otherwise.
Rating: PG, some kissing and awkward flirting.

Staring up at the top of the shelf, Maeve pulled her wand out and waved it in it’s general direction. Two jars on the top floated down to the table gently, directed by her wand. Both were neatly labelled with the ingredient, lacewing flies, and the date they’d started stewing. Maeve carefully removed the lids and surveyed the contents of both containers, deeming them still unripe, and levitated them back to their place. Across the shop she heard the door creak open, admitting what was surely another irritating customer in but she chose to ignore it, surely Susan or someone else was that could save her from suffering that torment twice in one day. She'd already gotten caught that morning and been forced to walk one old biddy through the differences between the Draught of Living Death and a simple Calming Draught.

She shelved away the pickled mandrake she’d brought out in the first place and picked up a few empty phials before heading back for the other side of the shop, more than ready to hide herself away in her tiny workshop for the rest of the day. There weren’t many orders to keep her busy but she had her own solution simmering that had been brewing for two days and wasn’t almost mature. She’d be damned if she was going to let hard work be ruined at this point. Before she could retreat completely she remembered she’d also needed saltpeter shavings and turned back, so surprised to find someone behind her she gasped softly.

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-07-27 03:46 am UTC (link)

Tired of beating about the journals, Delaney had put on a long coat and made her way down the alley to Slugs and Jiggers, looking for a bit of fun.

She was feeling nice and mellow and calm after the events of the day before, even if she was a little bruised and tender, and so she had no immediate plans to push if Maeve really didn't seem to be into her advances. But there was something in her protesting replies on the journals that screamed denial to Delaney, and she was determined to see for herself.

It was almost too easy to sneak up on the girl - who was even more adorable than Delaney remembered, especially when concentrating so hard the way she was, so when Maeve gasped, Delaney's face broke into a wide, predatory smile.

"Hello, cutie."

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	few_and_far 2010-07-27 03:53 am UTC (link)
	Wielding the case of phials strategically, she used it's bulk to try and push past the other woman. "Twilfitt," she acknowledged, nodding cordially. She'd been fairly certain she recognised Delaney just from past encounters but that "Hello, cutie," line had been more than enough to clue her in. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

delaneytwilfitt
2010-07-27 03:59 am UTC (link)

Smirking, Delaney stopped her from getting too far, taking the case from her gently and setting it aside.

"Oh, come now," she protested mildly. "Is that any way to greet a customer? I mean, I know from the journals that you dislike inanity, but you haven't asked me how I am, so I haven't had a chance to be inane yet, have I?"

She took a step back, out of Maeve's personal space, and made a great show of surveying her surroundings. "A little bird told me that I could have anything I wished from this store, owled to me... I assume at my convenience... So I thought I'd take a look and see if you have anything that I might be interested in."

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few_and_far
2010-07-27 04:06 am UTC (link)

Sighing heavily, Maeve folded her arms across her chest and watched Delaney take her supplies away from her. "Customers generally buy items that are actually for sale here," she pointed out, her eyes following her as she took in the store. "There's plenty..." she said sceptically, "and I'm sure there's someone around here who can help you. There's a handy bell on the counter over there."

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-07-27 04:21 am UTC (link)

Shaking her head, Delaney returned her gaze to Maeve. "I don't want someone around here who can help me, I want you to help me."

Sighing, she pouted a little. "I guess this was a huge waste of my time, was it? You're not going to play along even a little?" She narrowed her eyes. "Do I really make you that uncomfortable, or are you really so socially inept that you can't understand when someone is attracted to you, when someone is flirting with you?"

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few_and_far
2010-07-27 04:30 am UTC (link)

"Buy something. Then it won't be a total waste," Maeve deadpanned, taking her box back before she turned back for the door to the workshop. She faltered slightly at Delaney's next statement and turned back to return a glare. "Do you make it a habit to insult people you are supposedly flirting with?" She snapped, overlooking the many other implications in that statement she wasn't prepared to deal with.

Not waiting for the other woman's comeback, Maeve slipped into what she assumed would be the safety of her workshop, her sanctuary. She set the phials on the desk and promptly gave her solution a stir, prodding the flames with her wand to cool them down. She was still wound up over Twilfitt's audacity, barging into her place of work and just assuming she could push her around like that, but even a few moments of work made the frustration start to dissipate almost instantly.

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-07-27 04:38 am UTC (link)

Shrugging, Delaney was about to respond with, "I do if I think it will get a rise out of them", but she was a second too late, and Maeve had walked out.

Nobody walked out on Delaney Grace Twilfitt.

Incensed, she followed, more determined than ever to make this snippet of a girl stand still and at least acknowledge her flirtation. Clearly, her current approach wasn't working. And Delaney wasn't entirely sure why this was suddenly so important to her. She had spent her entire life following one simple rule - Delaney Twilfitt does not beg, she is begged. But there was something about Maeve, and she had made up her mind to see it through.

She slowed her angry footsteps as she entered the little room Maeve had retreated to, checking her body's reaction of anger and making sure her outward appearance was equal parts predatory and inviting. "If you walk out, we'll never get to know each other," she purred. "But I know something about you already - want to know what I know?"

Without waiting for an answer, she leaned in and breathed her next sentence right into Maeve's ear. "I know that your sexy little Irish brogue is making me weak in all the right places."

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few_and_far
2010-07-27 04:47 am UTC (link)

Maeve spun quickly, honestly surprised that Delaney had followed her into the back. She tried to play it off and kept her expression schooled as she turned back to her potion, charming the ladle to keep stirring it slowly for her. She wasn't used to others being in her workshop, not at least without asking permission or acknowledging it in some way first.

"I-uh-you," Maeve stammered and fiddled with the apron draped across the long table she had covered in notebooks. She wasn't used to flirting and the switch from words to physical gestures threw her. Words she could always cope with, even if it required false bravado. "You must not have met many other Irishmen if my accent sounds sexy. I promise you, it's very plain."

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-07-27 04:54 am UTC (link)

Now she was getting somewhere. Delaney smirked at the obviously flustered girl and moved in even closer, wondering if she could get away with much more than she had already - and hoping she could.

"I don't know if it's just the accent," she purred in her most seductive tone, "or if it's the accent coming out of that pretty little mouth of yours. Either way..." Taking a chance, she nipped Maeve's earlobe gently as she took a half step backwards. She was still standing well within Maeve's personal space, but she was now in a position to see the younger girl's face and judge her reactions.