Week Name/Date/Time: 'Summer '06' / August 6th, 2006 / 8:00 pm.
Location: English Coastline
Open To: Marcy
Currently Involving: Faolan McFinn
And with an echoing 'pop', they appeared. Faolan had met up with her at the exact time they set and almost immediately grabbed her hand with a quiet "Let's go". Seconds later they were out on the English
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Marcy was about to say something to Folly about how absurd it was that he had barely given her a chance to open the door but after she looked at where they were she couldn't. Marcy didn't know what to say. She was used to being taken to fancy, over-priced places on dates with men she'd only ever see with a mask on again - not the beach with a picnic basket, blanket, and candles. This was already, quite possibly, one of the most romantic dates she'd been on in a long time.
The only thing Folly'd have to worry about was Marcy being caught by a fellow Death Eater. She wasn't supposed to be there and she knew it. Folly being an Order member, her being a Death Eater - they're not exactly the greatest date combination. If anything, Folly was in more danger than Marcy could fathom right now.
"No, it's perfect," she complimented as she smiled up at him and let go of his hand in return.
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If anything, it was more fitting.. that quiet, withdrawn gentleman that fought madly, loved passionately, and hardly said a word. On top of that, well.. if someone took that much time just preparing to ask someone out, chances were that they'd take even more time preparing for the actual date itself!
In fact, he was sort of proud of himself. She looked pleased. BRILLIANT!
He looked down to her, smiling in return and shoved a hand into his pocket. The other one motioned down to the secluded spot, jerking his thumb in the air. "Ye, ah, want t' head down?" he asked quietly, "Ye look... b-beautiful tonight, by th' by." His smile had been so nice, so pure, but quickly turned slightly goofy and his head quickly jerked down as he fixed his eyes on the grass around his feet. There, he said it. He had only been thinking it for what now? Five minutes at least?
Inner Folly slapped Outer Faolan 'round the back of the head.
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Marcy didn't know what to say to any of this. It wasn't normal for her to be going on a date with such a sweet or romantic guy. Most of the guys she met were the ones that were looking for a trophy wife that supported them and the Dark Lord, and would provide a male heir for them eventually. Then again, most of the dates Marcy went on were set up by her grandparents and she'd never attend had they told her beforehand who their latest suitor was.
Even though she knew it'd likely only bring her pain in the future, Marcy still kept on walking with Folly. For the time being she was going to enjoy the date and being with Folly. Come what may...
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He smiled back down to her, that small, almost secretive sort of smile as he murmured, "Yer welcome." Hands clasped behind his back as they made their way down the descent to the beach, a nice and smooth, rockless path to the sand below. As if Marcy needed any more to remind her of how different they were (as Folly was so absolutely clueless), her casual dress was matched with Folly's normal attire. There were black jeans that puddled over black boots and a trendy gray t-shirt that was rather cool, but covered with his trademark trench coat. Collar was popped as always and framed his five o'clock shadowed face and messy black hair. Really, it could be a million degrees outside and he'd still wear the same thing. It was his look and what he was comfortable in. It also hid the scars that tore into his arms, which he still hadn't really gotten comfortable with.
But it was him.
Folly was far from after a trophy wife. Well, yes of course he wanted to get married and have children, but it was more like.. he wanted a companion and someone to love. He wanted children to adore as well and protect. It wasn't about carrying family names or heritage, it was about having a family.
"I, ah.. hope ye don't mind," he said quietly, glancing at her again as he motioned over to the picnic spot. "I'm not one for public n' all, not so much ye know, it's not bad, but I..." Ramble, ramble. "...I mean, I'd gladly bring ye out anywhere, but this is..." Now his brow was furrowed. Why was he TELLING HER THIS? "...it's, ah.. safer. For ye." Pausing, he leaned over slightly, actually trying to make a joke over his cruel fate. "...ye know, people have a penchant of springin' up on me."
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Marcy wanted to find the same thing that Folly wanted, she just knew it would never happen. Her grandparents were already starting to ramble on to her about how even though she's only 23, she's old and no man they approve of will want her if she doesn't marry soon. Sad, but the truth. That's what happens when you're a pureblooded Death Eater: carrying on the family name and marrying not for the sake of love but blood is what marriage becomes all about.
Marcy did find it a bit odd how Folly had decided to go to a more secluded place for a date, rather than somewhere public. Afterall, here would be an easier place for Death Eaters to attack him seeing as how his last attack was in a random field. Marcy wouldn't tell him that though and simply play dumb to the fact that if she really wanted to have him killed or attacked right now, all she had to do was press her wand to her forearm and mutter 'Morsmordre.'
When he made a joke about his fate though, Marcy didn't laugh. She knew if any Death Eater was going to kill him it was likely that she'd be the one. "Is anywhere safe anymore?" she asked, trying to play it off as though she was on his side in the war. "They do? Now why is that?" Yes, plaster that mask on and keep it there for the rest of the night you sly dog.
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Well, as if they'd need any more reason, her grandparents likely wouldn't approve of Faolan being older and not married himself. Not that it would matter; they'd likely draw the line at 'Good, Non-Prejudice Order Member' and call it a day. But really, he'd consider that to be more reason to be a good Pureblood. The emphasis on marriage wasn't so big though, he'd hate to admit, his side of things operated almost the same way. His parents would actually lose their minds if he married a muggle-born. It was one of those things that none of the McFinn children liked to speak of (or even admit), but they were raised knowing that they'd just have to deal and marry a pureblood as well. It was all part of their thing, their want to stay as neutral as possible.
And thankfully Folly didn't think they'd come and attack him on a beach! Really, only reason why they found them in a field was because of Keary. It was a compelling show of the trust he had for Marcy. Nothing in him even suspected that she'd want to set him up for any sort of trouble.
"Peru," he replied with slight dryness. "N' maybe Malaysia." Her question caused him to glance at her, brow slightly raising as he climbed down a rock, then turned to offer her his hand to help her down. "Dunno," he replied, still trying to handle that particular subject in a very light manner. Sure, the easier thing would have been to just not bring it up at all, but he wanted her to be prepared. Something always could have happened and he'd not want her to be lulled into false security! "Reckon they just don't like th' way I look?"
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Giggling a little at his response, Marcy said, "Let's go there then. Get away from the madness of Vol-- He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and all of those other ... do-gooders." Close call, yes, but Marcy wasn't used to not being able to say her Master's name freely! Taking his hand, Marcy climbed down and turned to face Folly, not considering how what she'd asked about might be a 'touchy' subject with him.
"'S the trenchcoat," she teased, trying to keep a straight face. Marcy would have said something about his messy black hair, maybe stirring up confusion within the Death Eaters looking a tad like Harry Potter and all.
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He smiled at her remark, hand wrapping around her's almost in a squeeze as he helped her down, then let fingers linger against her's for just a moment once she was right in front of him. "Oh, we should," he replied quietly and with an almost shy amusement, "though I dunno that we'd find a good picnic there." Brows furrowed, he nodded back to the food that was very much still waiting for them. "...toss up between th' two, ye know, survival or mash."
Oh boy, Inner Folly was actually relaxing at this point and feeling a little in control. Her quip made his smile widen.. just a little, of course, as Folly was by no means a toothy-grinner, but leading her towards their spot, he replied, "...reckon I should lose it, then? Give them less reason t' be attackin' me n' all, iffin it offends them that bad."
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At least that made one of them. Marcy couldn't relax on a date - especially on one with someone like Folly. She was worried that she'd get caught and that then she'd have to face the devil reincarnate, Voldemort. Part of Marcy wanted to go on a nice date for once with someone she wasn't made to date. She just didn't want to have this end badly and hurt a nice person.
Marcy hadn't even realized that she was still holding Folly's hand after he'd helped her down. She slightly laughed at his reply though, "Well, at this hour, I'd choose 'mash' any day!" Working practically the whole day from six in the morning to 5 at night with only a few snacks and a lunch was very tiring, not to mention made her incredibly hungry when she'd get home. "Though if you'd much rather live, I suppose we could do that instead."
Following Folly, Marcy vigorously nodded while still trying to keep a straight face. "Yes, they're quite fashion statements themselves, what with their shiny masks and battered black robes. I suppose they don't want any competition in that department, eh?"
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Well, funny swap of bundled emotions then! She was the confident one, wasn't she? And there he was with at least a smidge of confidence, and she was the one that was all a tizzy over it. Funny.
"Reckon I can make a sacrifice," he said quietly, smile still tugging with all it's might at the corner of his mouth, "for ye." Yes yes, very sweet statement, but he coated it in that subdued wit of his, almost as if trying to play it off with just a fingerprint of humour. "'sides, took me ages t' cook it all up. Would be a shame to let it waste, aye?" Really, it took him five tries to get anything done right.
The trench coat really was a funny thing for Folly. It had become a staple in his every day life. It was also his look, this.. rugged man dressed in black, practically always serious and devoted to his calling in life. It shielded him like some security blanket. But it wasn't like he never took it off! He looked away and to their spot with lips pursed together, as if he was struggling to keep the smile from completely smashing his face. "Oh, they're um.. intimidated?" he quietly joked, voice hardly above a mumble, "It's cos I'm so bleedin' smooth, aye?"
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Had Marcy known that it was a trademark and security blanket of some sort... well she'd encourage him only more to take it off. A silly trenchcoat wasn't going to protect him from the world - sure as hell hadn't protected him last time he was attacked. "I would be," she admitted seriously, although she knew it was a big lie. "That's got to be it. They wish they could be as suave and elegant as you!"
Lies, all lies! Marcy would just keep her emotinal mask drawn tightly, trying with her might to not slip up. She was counting the minutes though, until one of her fellow Death Eaters showed up or she heard her calling from the Dark Lord with a the Dark Mark in the sky and had to mysteriously leave.
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As for the striving for perfection part.. well, Folly had always been a wee bit of a perfectionist. He'd never half-arse anything. Especially when a gem like Marcy was on the table.
Well, she'd hardly have to ask him to take it off, actually, as he looked down for a moment, watching feet making prints in the sand, and quietly replied, "Oh, ye say that to all th' brooding cursebreakers in trench coats ye see, doncha." Yet another remark that was incredibly mumbled and delivered with that teeeenie morsel of humour. And then they were at the picnic spot and he glanced up at her, half-smiling as he slipped the trench coat from his shoulders. Straightening out, he tossed it to the ground, then motioned to himself. "...iffin it's for th' best, of course. Don't wanna be lurin' about any of 'em. Iffin it is me jacket their envious of, between it and, er.. well, ye, they'd have a lot to be jealous of."
Oh Merlin, under scruff, there was a solid blush forming. HOW COULD HE BE SO BOLD?
So he followed it up with the sharp clearing of his throat and brought a hand back to rub the now-naked back of his neck.
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"Of course, it must be a job trademark," Marcy commented before following Folly's gaze to the footprints in the sand they were creating. She smirked at Folly when he took off the jacket and put it down. When he said that the Death Eaters would be jealous of her though, she blushed slightly, unable to stop it or even hide it from him. "Don't you mean us?"
Marcy liked the bold-ness that Folly had - it proved he really was a Gryffindor and belonged to that house. So maybe he'd made himself blush and look a bit like a teenage boy who was on his first date, but ... oh well! At least he was cute while doing it!
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Well, blimey. Protection gone. His gaze had fallen back down to the ground as they stood there and once his neck was apparently good and scratched, he folded arms over his chest, hand rubbing absently at the discolored and jagged marks running up and down his left arm. Her reply, however, caught him off-guard and he looked up sharply, meeting brown eyes with olive ones. It took a moment, but a grin quickly spread, only to be cut off as he pursed lips together in an attempt to not show how bloody thrilled he was at her compliment.
"Aye," he replied, desperately looking for a distraction. Distraction! Bird in the sky! Waves of the bleedin' ocean! SAND. Whatever it took, he absolutely refused to look at her. "Ye-.. er, aye, us."
His smile cracked through once more and he drug his hand over his face for a moment, motioning to the ground with the other. "Ha-have a.. seat or.. ye know.. I.. please."
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She partially watched as Folly started rubbing his left arm that she'd hit with a Sectumsempra. Marcy was about to say something but figured that 'That was fun to cast at you!' was a bit too bold of her, and the thing a normal person would have said was... well, nothing and just kept quiet about it. Tearing her gaze from Folly's arm and back up to smile at him, Marcy took note of the blush forming. She reckoned that was how she looked right about now too, minus the 8 o'clock shadow and on her face.
Sitting down indian style, Marcy looked first up at Folly and then to the ocean. The slight breeze was blowing her hair back but it felt nice on a late summer's eve like today.
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The more he thought on it, the more he worried. He didn't want to mess this up.
Faolan gave her a second or five to get settled before he took his seat next to her, crossing legs as well. "D'ye drink?" he asked quietly as he pushed the lid from basket that sat before them, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of wine. His gaze wandered back over to her as he waited for her reply, not wanting to crack open something to drink just to find that he was the only one that enjoyed it. The sun was setting over the water and the wind and her hair and all of it combined made a truly beautiful sight. "I, er, um..." Inner Folly threw a dictionary up in hopes of Outer Folly finding his words.
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