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empty journal (fameandglory) wrote in wished,
@ 2010-10-03 20:46:00

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delaney twilfitt, marcus flint

Who: Delaney Twilfitt and Marcus Flint
When: Sunday Eve
Where: Snowshill Manor, Marcus' country manor
What: Dinner and... well, we'll see.
Rating: TBD
Open/Closed: Open to Delaney

He grabbed his wand and shot a small spell at his stir fry to make the heat go up a notch. Then, he went about chopping up more vegetables picked fresh from the kitchen garden by Migs that afternoon and all the while his mind was not on Delaney but rather on a certain redhead who had visited last weekend.

He really wanted to Owl Susan, or even just stop in the apothecary with the excuse of buying something to see her. However, the practices were more frequent now with a game coming up this next weekend and then there was the Delaney thing. He was dread this conversation completely. Not that he didn't enjoy her company before but.. before there was less talking and more shagging.

He sighed and flicked his wand to make the cut of peppers fly into the stir fry. Just then Migs pushed a door open and said, "Master, she has arrived," and without a word about it the house elf took over cooking the rest of the meal so Marcus could go meet Delaney.

[Whether she came by floo or apparated is up to you, the points of entry allowed for her would be in the same drawing room.]

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 03:03 am UTC (link)

The more she spoke about it the more he felt okay with the idea, but deep down Marcus didn't care for relationships of the same sex. This idea, as well as many others, were instilled in him at a young age and hard to get over so easily. The times were changing though and Marcus was slowly, but surely, adapting to new ideals.

The smirk drew out of her a sexier look he was more accustomed to seeing. His stomach knotted up and he arched an eyebrow.

"I see... well, I'm sure if she comes around she won't want you to be fucking me on the side. Seems to be ruiner of sorts when you're trying to court someone proper. But listen," he leaned forward.

"I don't want to loose this house. It's been in our family for ages.. I'm not asking you to move here but can we do this without living together?"

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 03:16 am UTC (link)

His arched eyebrow made her think of other times, better times... times that had led to this mess. She licked her lips unconsciously.

"I... I think I've already fucked things up with her by getting pregnant," she said slowly. "I mean, she's super pissed already, from what I can tell. It doesn't seem like I can fuck up any worse than I already have."

Though something was telling her, going down this road would be a start.

"I don't want you fuck up what you have with... whoever she is," she said honestly. "But if you were with her already, you would have said. So you're still in that... negotiation stage, am I right? And the fact remains that you're possibly the best shag I've ever had." From a bloke, she thought but didn't say.

"So all I'm saying is, is that if you wanted to fuck, I'm open to the idea. No strings. We have enough strings already."

The house thing, the moving thing could wait. She wanted to know where she stood, and if she had any chance at all of getting laid tonight, because in her opinion it had been too bloody long already.

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 03:28 am UTC (link)

Marcus hadn't any clue what to say. One one hand he wasn't entirely opposed to shagging Delaney. On the other hand he was for one simple reason: Susan Bones. Merlin, he didn't even know if Susan really liked him in that way but he had hope and he hadn't honestly cared for a witch like this before. It was a bit maddening.

While Delaney made a good point he eventually found himself shaking his head, smiling almost sheepishly. He'd never known a witch to be so mad about getting shagged.

"It would mess up.. the uhm, negotiations, as it were. Susan deserves better than a bloke saying he cares for her and then saying, oh yes, by the way while I've been feeling this I shagged a few women hope you don't mind. Merlin, I haven't even told her about Jovian."

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 03:34 am UTC (link)

So she was getting turned down. Delaney frowned a bit, but ultimately she understood. She was rather in the same situation herself, and she supposed if Maeve ever did come around, she wouldn't be too happy to hear that Delaney was so distraught at Maeve's absence that she just had to go out and shag the first bloke that would have her.

"When... when are you going to tell her?" she asked carefully. "I mean... the whole thing isn't exactly a secret anymore. And I'll admit that it's mostly my fault, since I sort of lost my rag when Maeve found out. But perhaps... perhaps you ought to tell her before someone else does, or she finds out from the journals like Maeve did... or I start showing and she figures it out for herself."

She looked around for the house elf, indicating her empty plate and that she would like seconds, sipping at her pumpkin juice while she waited.

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 03:37 am UTC (link)

Migs appeared quickly enough, as if he had been spying on the pair from the behind the door that led to the kitchens. The old elf hobbled over to her plate and Marcus spoke up for her.

"Make sure she gets plenty, Migs," the elf nodded and off he went to do as he was told, though he was muttering something in French under his breath. Marcus rolled his eyes at the old thing.

"Sorry about him, useless but an old family elf..." he took a bite of his food, swallowed and sat back.

"Soon. I mean, Ideally I'd tell her before an article in Witch Weekly goes out, which by the way, might be before this next weekend."

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 03:40 am UTC (link)

Delaney shrugged, holding her fork poised for the plate to be returned to her, digging in as soon as it arrived. "This really is delicious," she said, aware that she was acting like a pig, but unable and unwilling to stop herself.

"There's an article coming out soon?" she asked, unsure whether to be excited about it or horrified. "Did you give an interview? Am I mentioned by name? Is anyone likely to want to interview me?"

On the one hand, it might be a good oportunity to plug the store. On the other hand, gaining publicity for getting pregnant out of wedlock wasn't exactly the kind of publicity she wanted.

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 03:54 am UTC (link)

Migs returned shortly with a fresh, hot plate of food and then went about refilling glasses for the pair. He kept eying Delaney and finally he paused, set down the pitcher of juice and said very loudly, "am I to be taking care of this baby like I cared for you, Master?"

Marcus made a face and shooed the old elf away. "Migs, get out of here you old bat, honestly."

Muttering more he hurried off to the kitchens. Marcus sighed.

"No, I will be making a formal announcement to them, though, and expect them to write about it in their next publication. You don't have to be mentioned, but it would be odd not to, I think."

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 04:00 am UTC (link)

Delaney was unabashedly horrified at the idea of the barmy old elf caring for her baby. "I don't mean to sound demanding," she began, "but I don't want that elf taking care of our son. I have a nanny who cared for myself and my brother, who would be much more suitable, if you or I aren't up to the task."

After thinking about it for a moment, she shrugged. "I don't think it matters anymore," she said quietly. "Maeve knows, and she was the only one I cared about. I don't much care if anyone else knows, and who knows? A baby might be good for your image. Especially when I go on record saying how you've been there every step of the way, offering to support me, even if we're not getting married." She smiled weakly at him, hoping he understood she didn't mean that in a sarcastic way.

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 04:14 am UTC (link)

"Trust me," he chuckled. "Migs will not be caring for Jovian. He's just around because... ah, well, he knows this manor best and used to be my mum's. He'll be here until he dies I'm sure. Don't worry."

He tilted his head as Migs returned to take away his empty plate. He couldn't help but seem to like her more when she said that.

"Yeah, might make me more likable, for sure," he murmured, rubbing his chin. "I'll make sure to owl you before the article goes out.. so you aren't surprised. Delaney?"

He paused now, settled further back in his chair for a moment before leaning forward once more.

"That Maeve witch is insane to give you up, you're a good woman, you'll make a good mother."

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 04:27 am UTC (link)

"Well, that's a load off my mind," she laughed. "Consuela is... much more suitable."

She smiled. "You could do one of those photo shoots after he's born, of you all shirtless, with him in your arms... his tiny foot next to your big strong hand... women eat that bollocks up. Something about seeing you as virile and strong, but delicate enough to hold a tiny infant...?" She smirked. "Plus even without Jovian I'm sure the readers of Witch Weekly will devour any pictures of you without a shirt on."

At his words, she was ashamed to say she got a little teary, and she too leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to his mouth. "Thank you," she breathed. "That means a lot."

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 04:35 am UTC (link)

The ideas were rather good, he'd have to mention it to whoever was in charge of such things at the publication offices. Merlin, that'd be a load of amazing publication... and it'd be the one thing that would have his father actually pleased with the news.

He was about to say something about it when he caught him by surprise with the kiss. Marcus sighed against her mouth and instinct had him lifting his hand up to cup her cheek. He wanted desperately to kiss her back, almost did even and the struggle was obvious too.. but he swallowed back the desire and instead lifted his head a bit to kiss her forehead instead.

He was not going to ruin this, he was determined to do right for once.

"Now, if you're done with chinese, I've.. er.. well," he was leaning back again. "Migs made cherry cobbler. Would you like some?"

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delaneytwilfitt
2010-10-04 04:47 am UTC (link)

Kissing him had felt nice, and the obvious want in his and his demeanor went a long way towards satisfying her.

"I know you want me," she said quietly. "And I'm grateful for that. It's enough that you've proved to me that I'm still attractive. I won't fuck things up for you with your witch, I promise."

His kiss to her forehead had been almost tender, and she had a strange urge to cry, but she pushed that feeling down, kissing his cheek in a display of intended friendship and solidarity. They were going to be okay.

"I can't believe you're even asking," she scoffed, eyes sparkling with mirth. "Bring on the dessert, slave! And I'm not talking about Migs."

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fameandglory
2010-10-04 05:05 am UTC (link)

He felt his stomach knot up again. He was that obvious? Marcus said nothing at first, and in fact looked away completely as her words settled into his bones.

"Yeah.. well.. I am a hot blooded male," he said finally, with a boyish grin. "And you are a hot bird. I suspect even when you look like your stomach is going to explode I'll think that, Delaney."

Which worried him, because he didn't know how strong he could be if she kept asking for it or hinting at it. The thought was pushed aside though as she demanded the dessert. Marcus clicked his tongue against his teeth and rolled his eyes.

"Slave... we have house elves for that sort of thing, honestly. MIGS, c'mon then!"

And right on cue the muttering elf appeared with two plates of cobbler. Hers a bigger piece than his, and with whipped cream on the top too. The evening seemed to have gone better than expected and Marcus was rather thrilled that she was being so lovely about going to the press.

The rest of evening would be cake, now that the hard part was over.

[Annnd fade here. :) ]

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