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]

When he was clear of her touches, Marcus lifted up and inclined to sit, and flicked ash on her floor with a finger. He found another agitating comment fall from her lips, and was quickly getting tired of all the demands. Perhaps it infuriated him more only because he was telling her the truth. Lavender was reminding him of even the littlest choices Marcus didn’t have in his life, all because of his Father.

“Look, do as you like.” He replied with a tinge of bitterness. He wished to be as controlling of her as his Father was of him, but knew he wouldn’t fully have it. Not yet, anyway. “I’m not expecting you to sit around in your room. I meant here, the Leaky.”

Then Marcus rose from the bed and reclaimed his pants. And his trousers. The cigarette was held by a squeeze of his lips as he dressed his lower half. When he was done, he flicked another ash while sitting down near her. Looking at her complete form with an exhausted gaze, he stole another inhale.

“I don’t miss dinner with my Father. That’d be disrespectful. I don’t just make plans, expecting Him to excuse me, to work around my schedule. I can tell now that you wouldn’t understand. -So don’t worry about.”

He allowed ash from his fag to fall to the floor again, after another drag, and then walked around the bed to the window to push it ajar, and steal a glance outside. Lavender kept denying that she wouldn’t enjoy other men, but again he knew that is what women did. He wasn’t about to trust it would be so, just because she said it would. Marcus knew women were in demand.

Then he flung his cigarette out of the window, before joining her on the bed again. If there was a small chance she would remain only his, he wanted to secure it and not fail that too. She edged closer, so Marcus put a hand on her exposed, creamy thigh.

“We’ll see…” He said softly, then leaned over and kissed Lavender gently, carefully. A slow movement, as if his lips were testing hers for a trail of lies. Quickly it ended, and then Marcus leaned off the bed to pick up his shirt.

“I better be going.” He stated quietly, softly, as if to not disturb or distress her anymore- or provoke any more needless questions.

[mslavenderbrown]

She watched him flick the ash, and she realized that she was starting to get a bit of ash on her bed. She reached over and put it out against the glass of a picture frame. Lavender was in a bit of shock that he still wouldn’t give her a time that they could meet again. Oh, so not just my room? she thought, annoyed. He expects me to just wait around the Leaky? She rolled over and look at the wall while he dressed. The hollowness was already started to seep back into her. Pursing her lips while he couldn’t see her, she considered. The fact that he wanted to be respectful to his father was certainly a good thing. She just didn’t want it to mean that he couldn’t even take her out to dinner. But there had to be times where he didn’t have to be with his father, right? Turning over, she saw him half-dressed, and shivered as he touched her thigh. Her hand stole across his still bare chest, and she raised her body into his kiss, savoring it as much as she could, and trying to prolong it. Anything, anything to keep him from leaving so soon. She half heartedly tried to run her hands along his arms as he got up, but she knew there was no real use to it. He wasn’t going to stay, no matter what she did.

Lavender wanted to curl under her blankets and cry, but she made herself wait. If he was going to leave her, and not even tell her when she might possibly see him again, she wanted his last sight of her to be beautiful. So she raised her chin and gave him an impish grin-she was sure he wouldn’t be able to tell there was no heart behind it-, crossed her legs at the ankle and her hands over her stomach.

There were a million things she considered saying. Don't make me wait too long... I need you to come soon... I feel empty when you go... I'm scared you don't care about me... Please, tell me that I'm beautiful? Or offer ideas of when they could meet. For lunch, at my work, at a muggle bar, at Madam Puddifoots, a book shop, or….. or…. Anywhere. Anywhere. Just soon.

Did he not understand that she was trying to offer more than her body? That she wanted to place her heart in his hand and help him curl his fingers over it. His soft tone may be meant to placate her, but it only made her feel worse. She bit her lip, the impish grin starting to slip, but she kept it up, made it grow wider.

He was so smooth and cold. A Slytherin. And she felt like a Hufflepuff, puttering about and wanting to barrage him with a million questions and pleas, feeling as scattered as a jigsaw puzzle poured onto the floor. Where was the courage she supposedly had? To take charge of situations? She wanted to say something, and not leave it at that, but she couldn’t think of anything that didn’t make her sound like a fool. Lavender hardly ever cared if she sounded like a fool - most men liked that, after all, but - she desired Marcus’ respect. And she didn’t know how to get it.

“Goodbye, then, Marcus,” she said, one of her fingers running against her skin, underlining the tattoo that continued it’s smoky repetition of his name. And then, because she couldn’t keep it back, she blurted out, “I’ll miss you.” Her face flushed. The tears were waiting, but even if she couldn't control her words, she was determined to control them as long as he was in her room.

[flint_ferocia]

He threw on every layer, bit by bit, slowly and mechanical. Though every so often Marcus would place his eyes on Lavender, to observe her beauty and fragileness. Not because she was gorgeous did he stare intently, but because of her innocence that was deep inside such a frail body. Looking at her made him feel powerful in way, knowing that he had overpowered her before- and could do it again. But he tried not to meet her eyes, if he could help it, and instead looked at what naturally attracted him.

This girl is falling, he thought casually. And why was that? Had he done something to make her see more into this equation? Had he said anything to allow her to believe he loved her? It was hard to wrap his mind around, even as she proclaimed to ‘miss’ him.

Well what more could he expect, Lavender obviously saw something good in him. Or a part of him. Was she to blame for knowing a good thing? He smirked as his mind relayed to him that at least she was appreciative.

“I’ll be back,” he said calmly, with a faint grin- that kind of looked like his usual smirks. “It’s not like I’m going to die tomorrow.”

Then he threw on his black robe, and reached over to stroke at one of her shins. “You’ve gotten better, so I’ll be curious about next time.” He squeezed her leg firmly, before letting go and walking off toward the bedroom door.

[mslavenderbrown]

What else could she do? She nodded dumbly as he promised that he'd be back. But still, not even a hint of how soon it would be. She'd end up sitting around at the Leaky Cauldron all week, probably, if it took him that long.

When he reached out to touch her leg she wouldn't have minded if he had been harsher with his grip. When he still touched her, he wasn't gone. But he was on his way out the door-- and then-- Gone.

As soon as she could hear him stepping away she rolled over onto her stomach and pulled the pillow he had been relaxing on to her face, and began crying silently. Why did it hurt so much for him to go? How could she show him how much he cared? What was it going to take for him to return it?