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[family_mcfinn]

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_hourigan]

No sooner had Marcy opened the door to greet Folly, and she was being whisked off to whereever it was Folly was taking her on a date to! She didn't mind that but what ever happened to greeting, inviting in, and the whole nine yards?! Then Marcy remembered how he wasn't the typical Death Eater guy she'd usually be found on a date with

[family_mcfinn]

Well. Folly never said he wasn't romantic.

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 that quiet, withdrawn gentleman that fought madly, loved passionately, and hardly said a word.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.

[marcy_hourigan]

Nodding, Marcy quickly started to blush. She hadn't been expecting his compliment seeing as how she couldn't find the beauty in jean capris and beaded tanktop when she'd worn much fancier outfits and been complimented just as nicely. "Thanks," she quietly said, before starting to make the descent down to where he'd motioned.

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...

[family_mcfinn]

((HAHA, MOULIN ROUGE REF ON PUUURPOSE?))

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 himFolly was far from after a trophy wife. Well, yes of course he wanted to get married and have children, but it was