A change is evident in one so belligerent.

[flint_ferocia]

Date: Thursday, Sept. 7th
Time: 5pm-ish
Place: The Leaky Cauldron
Characters Involved: Lavender Brown, Marcus Flint
Rating: Ok so R, for implied actions and obvious language.

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[flint_ferocia]

It had to be magic, the way she comforted his ill state with the glide of her fingers in his hair. Each stroke was cushioning his weighed down, tense state into complete relaxation. No paid whore would ever consider to comfort him after he had a go. It didn't even bother him that she moved closer, because he just didn't care. He could fall asleep at any moment, with only responsibility keeping him in check.

And of course her compliment was adding to his comfort, feeding his famished ego- renewing it. He grinned with pride and dared to open his eyes to place him back into the here and now. She enticed him further with an offer to stay, but he knew he couldn't. Unless he had a body double, Marcus had to get himself home and report his duties finished to the man that waited there.

"Some other time," He remarked, and moved along enough to plant his head on a pillow. The awful feeling of having to face his Father was making it hard to relax.

He took the cigarette with a shrug, eyeing it first before partaking. "It suits the purpose." He allowed himself to say, after exhaling the smoke from his lungs.

Then he took it upon himself to look at Lavender, to see her form after he ravished her body with his own. The sight of unruly hair and glistened areas of sweat made him smirk.

"Sex... looks go on you." He said nonchalantly, though his twisted smile remained on his face. What he really meant was that his touch, his act upon her looked good- the results of his power were very attractive.