Comments | fiery_inception: A change is evident in one so belligerent.

flint_ferocia in fiery_inception

A change is evident in one so belligerent.

Sep 07, 2006 23:18

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.

( All paid jobs absorb and degrade the mind.--Aristotle )

status: complete, status: invitation only, character: marcus flint, location: leaky cauldron, character: lavender brown

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mslavenderbrown September 8 2006, 04:52:55 UTC

Another day at Ollivanders. Another day when Lavender was sure that she was going to fail at this. Somehow she knew the touch of the woods easily. This one was pine, and this was rose, and this was oak. She could close her eyes and tell the wood of most wands now, no matter how sanded the wood was. Yet when she opened her eyes she felt everything she had been learning disappear in a little puff of anxiety. Ollivander had gotten annoyed at her and let her go a day early. Probably he was regretting giving her the job. Lavender was regretting taking it. But she didn't want to fail. She wanted to be good at something. What on earth was she good at ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 8 2006, 05:20:57 UTC

Immediately Marcus flinched his shoulders up in a tense lift at the hands resting on them. Both of them were sore solely from his bag, which had been glued to him all day. He arched his head around, flicking tired eyes on the girl he knew was there, while sucking in a breath. He wouldn’t announce his soreness like a baby, but his body reacted in obvious ways.

He stared at her smile and wondered why she could be so happy. But only pondered that for a moment before he glanced at his glass. Marcus had forgotten she was staying at the Leaky, but that would not have strayed his tired feet and his exhausted mind. What could she do that was worse than his Father ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 8 2006, 05:32:52 UTC

She slid her hands off his shoulders as he looked around at her. She wanted to touch his face, but he didn't exactly look open to that sort of touch. Instead, she came to sit at the seat that his legs had been on, considering that an invitation. "Oh," she said, her face showing a bit of her perplexion. "I just though that maybe you --" she stopped, "Never mind," she said, a few of her white front teeth showing as she bit her lip. "It's just, well -- never mind," she said again, forcing the frown off her face and letting another bright smile sparkle out. "You seem a bit beat," she said. She noticed his glass and gestured for Tom to come over and fill him up, and called out her own order for a beer. She was hungry, but didn't really want to eat yet, not when she had Marcus in front of her. She gave Tom a sweet smile. He always treated her well. A smile could go a long way with a man.

Most men. She hoped she could go far enough with Marcus with her smile, but... Hexes and jinxes she thought, keeping her sigh only inward. ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 8 2006, 19:22:30 UTC

That was the only thing Marcus would never understand about girls. They mumbled so damn much. He didn’t try to look at Lavender, or make inquiries about things she told him to never mind, but he was, silently, trying to figure out what she wanted to say but didn’t. That was until she mentioned his appearance. Marcus grumbled a sarcastic ‘How nice’ as he moved his head so his face was completely squished by the wood of the table. He even took a second to ponder about how hard he would have to head butt the table to be slick and split it in two. Marcus wanted to cause destruction, but the power behind his determination was gone. Which frustrated him. To be so weak, so obvious, without control to fix the problem was putting him in a negative mood ( ... )

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mslavenderbrown September 11 2006, 08:02:54 UTC

This was a new Marcus. He wasn’t getting sullen and morose, or keeping her on her guard from all of his sharp looks. It wasn’t as though he were about to start humming or whistling or start telling her he loved her, Lavender wasn’t that stupid to assume such things out of him, but he was… different.

Merlin, let him have a hard day at work every day, Lavender thought as she continued to stroke his hair, pausing only as he shifted himself up higher on the pillow. His words said no, but his body language seemed to suggest that he wouldn’t be getting up. “Some other time?” she repeated, her voice getting a little high. She pursed her lips quickly, only the reverberation of a giggle caught behind her lips escaping. “Alright,” she said. She put the cigarette into her mouth for a moment and moved one of her fingers down his arm. When? When? She was afraid to ask, and yet she was afraid to leave everything at that. Would he still know that she wanted him to come if she didn’t ask? Maybe he doesn’t know that I wanted him to come, ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 11 2006, 08:03:46 UTC

He complimented her body (at least, that was how she took it) and she let out another giggle, this time allowing the whole thing to come out. She teased the front of his hair, moving her face closer. Perhaps this would be the best time, knowing that he was admiring her so much. Lavender practiced the words in her mind before she said them, trying to prepare her voice so that it did not betray her urgency to ensure that he would be back, and soon. Holding the cigarette away from them, she tilted her face in closer, running her hand along his chin. “I wouldn’t know,” she said. “No one else has ever seen me like this except you.” She wanted to keep reminding him that. She was special. She wasn’t just any girl. And he wasn’t just any guy to her. All of his imperfections, as glaringly obvious as they might be to everyone else, were softened through a filter of Lavender’s own design ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 12 2006, 03:37:07 UTC

“I’m about to ash on your floor- if you care.” Came Marcus’ voice, after he inhaled greedily. It wasn’t that he was trying to be polite; he just wanted to let her know what he was about to do, just in case she’d like to stop him. Or try to. He had a mind to just do it, but after all that Lavender said, and how fast the silence grew around them, he felt inclined to break the tension with an off the wall topic ( ... )

mslavenderbrown September 12 2006, 05:22:38 UTC

Lavender just shrugged when he mentioned ashing on her floor. It's not like she had an ash tray or anything, though... She made a mental note to pick one up sometime on her way home from work. At any case, it would just take a quick flick of her wand to clean it. Or maybe she'd leave it there, a bit of proof that he had come ( ... )

flint_ferocia September 13 2006, 05:49:36 UTC

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 LeakyThen 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 ( ... )

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