the inscrutable drystan b. fawcett (brythonichero) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-02-28 21:31:00

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adrian mattias, anton chang, arista sykes, billie trimble, carys llewellyn, delilah spinnet, derek dobbs, drake parkin, drystan fawcett, galvin gudgeon, geoffrey brand, glenda prewett, griffith kirkham, group, hamilton nott, holly troy, iwan quigley, joey jenkins, magnolia mattias, marissa macfusty, michal conway lynch, miles lufkin, mirabelle jasper, odette boot, rose knightley, rupert brookstanton, savannah davies, seth wadcock, veronica zeller, victoria cadwallader, zoey moran

End of Season party! For the 3rd

Drystan did not usually consider himself a sore loser. He had experienced enough defeats in his career to understand that winning was sometimes as much luck as it was skill—the latter of which he had plenty, the former he was starting to doubt he had any. He would even go so far as to say this was one of the top seasons he'd ever played. Losing the Cup might not be such a hardship, in that light. But to lose to the team he considered the most unsportsmanlike in the League was just an insult to injury. To have lost to them for the third time in the season was, in his perfectly reasonable and justified opinion, grounds for murder.

But a lifetime sentence in Azkaban would leave behind a wife and three children who would likely be just fine without him, but he'd miss them. So mass murder was off the table for tonight, at the very least.

Press snapped pictures outside the admittedly-abandoned looking building of 23 High Street, and Drystan knew there were more inside. Entering the rundown lobby, by-passing the elevator with the out-of-order sign, they made their way up the long flight of stairs to the grand doors of the first floor landing and into the—holy Mer—

Of course, the invitation specified formal wear, but Drystan hadn't honestly been expecting a high-brow formal occasion from the Kestrels. It was a ballroom. There was emerald green positively everywhere. There was something that looked suspiciously like a string ensemble. A bar, where he fancied he would spend as much time as possible, was in the corner. Platters with hors d'oeuvres and glass flutes zoomed by. Having stopped moving, wearing a stupefied expression, Bess had to tug his arm to get him to continue his stride.

"Hell," he muttered, pulling a grim face at the ostentatious yet somehow tasteful décor. Lifting their linked hands, he kissed the back of hers while surveying the spectacle before him.

"Five minutes? Five minutes isn't too soon."

ooc: Quidditch players/personnel + their guests! BLACK TIE! Party is on the first floor in this cool but creepy rundown building. Have fun! :D

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mattias
2012-03-05 07:30 pm UTC (link)

But terrifying! Really, really, really---- terrifying! He--- it--- they--- they-- what--- how--- it kind of felt like his brain was going to implode. Adrian wanted to be happy--- he was happy!--- but he couldn't help the creeping, heavy thoughts that were now following his initial reaction. There were many things they still needed to work on, and now a child was thrown into the chaos that was their relationship? Adrian couldn’t help it, he felt his stomach twist at that thought.

Obviously this news was meant for a later time, when he and Maggie were in a better place but.... but that didn't mean he would love this child any less. That would not change how he felt about her, and he would always love Maggie--- it just made all of this even more complicated, if that was even possible! And confusing? Or less confusing? Adrian shook his head, starting to become unable to decipher his own thoughts.

And he had thought he would be the one with the life-changing news (that he honestly thought would upset her much more than it did). That--- it--- when--- wow. Alright. His only ease rested in the fact that Maggie appeared just as anxious as he felt. That made him feel a bit better. He nodded to her, still completely unsure of what to say until the shock wore off. That was better than rambling his rambled thoughts, right?

Adrian let out a light sigh, somehow comforted by Maggie's weight pressed on his shoulder. He quietly wrapped his arm around her back, resting the side of his face on the top of her head. This was going to be a very different off season.

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