RP: I Miss You Like the Desert Misses the Rain, Owl for Seamus Finnigan
Date: 28 July 2005
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas
Location: Hammerside
Status: Private
Summary: Dean misses Seamus.
Completion: Complete
Dear Seamus,
How are you? How is your mama's, sister's, cousin's, 3rd cousin removed on your step Uncle Murphy's, father's...
"His family gives me a headache when I think about them." Dean sighed as he put down his pen and tossed the paper on the floor to join the rest of the pile sitting there. He didn't know how to tell his best friend that he missed him terribly without it being corny or gay. Well, gay he didn't mind. But needless to say, he'd spent the better part of the morning trying to write one stupid arse letter.
Seamus Love,
Roses are Reds. Violets are Blue. Dean misses Seamus and his life is poo.
"Now that's gay," Dean muttered and crumpled the parchment up. Truthfully, his life was great and he had Parvati who meant the world to him and even more every day, Fleur and Dennis who were great but Seamus was his best mate and life just wasn't the same without him.
Maybe the serious approach.
Seamus,
I'm sorry. I killed all your plants but I replaced them with plastic ones for you. Plus, if there's a little burn mark on your counter, it wasn't me trying to make a 'Flaming Flamenco' with your booze...
Shaking his head, he threw that one on the ground too. He'd done a few stupid things in Seamus' flat but he did clean his icebox and filled it with ale. That had to count for something.
Dean had a brilliant idea and smiled as he thought about a western he and Seamus had watched together. He began to write.
Seamus *stop*
I miss you. *stop*
Come home. *stop*
"Too impersonal" He chuckled and tossed the paper over his shoulder. Maybe a Howler. He'd never gotten one but he'd seen Ron's and 'I Miss You' would sound really cool if it was really loud. But then there may be bebes around and he didn't want to ruin their hearing.
Dear my favorite little Leprechaun,
How is life under the rainbow?
"Okay, he'd kill me for that one." He grinned and thought about keeping it but tossed it away.
Finally, Dean had a brilliant idea. Not like the stupid telegraph brilliant idea but a completely different brilliant idea. Taking out his colored pencils, he drew.
Love,
Dean
He wrapped up the drawing and called down 'Owl' before he sent it away.
Characters: Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas
Location: Hammerside
Status: Private
Summary: Dean misses Seamus.
Completion: Complete
Dear Seamus,
How are you? How is your mama's, sister's, cousin's, 3rd cousin removed on your step Uncle Murphy's, father's...
"His family gives me a headache when I think about them." Dean sighed as he put down his pen and tossed the paper on the floor to join the rest of the pile sitting there. He didn't know how to tell his best friend that he missed him terribly without it being corny or gay. Well, gay he didn't mind. But needless to say, he'd spent the better part of the morning trying to write one stupid arse letter.
Seamus Love,
Roses are Reds. Violets are Blue. Dean misses Seamus and his life is poo.
"Now that's gay," Dean muttered and crumpled the parchment up. Truthfully, his life was great and he had Parvati who meant the world to him and even more every day, Fleur and Dennis who were great but Seamus was his best mate and life just wasn't the same without him.
Maybe the serious approach.
Seamus,
I'm sorry. I killed all your plants but I replaced them with plastic ones for you. Plus, if there's a little burn mark on your counter, it wasn't me trying to make a 'Flaming Flamenco' with your booze...
Shaking his head, he threw that one on the ground too. He'd done a few stupid things in Seamus' flat but he did clean his icebox and filled it with ale. That had to count for something.
Dean had a brilliant idea and smiled as he thought about a western he and Seamus had watched together. He began to write.
Seamus *stop*
I miss you. *stop*
Come home. *stop*
"Too impersonal" He chuckled and tossed the paper over his shoulder. Maybe a Howler. He'd never gotten one but he'd seen Ron's and 'I Miss You' would sound really cool if it was really loud. But then there may be bebes around and he didn't want to ruin their hearing.
Dear my favorite little Leprechaun,
How is life under the rainbow?
"Okay, he'd kill me for that one." He grinned and thought about keeping it but tossed it away.
Finally, Dean had a brilliant idea. Not like the stupid telegraph brilliant idea but a completely different brilliant idea. Taking out his colored pencils, he drew.
Love,
Dean
He wrapped up the drawing and called down 'Owl' before he sent it away.