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 Spilt Milk, Juni x Kieran // Evvie
30 | MACUSA | Rappaportian
Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12500
Her knees were sore and red with irritation from the itchy fibres of her carpet. Her trembling fingers were soaked in the same pool of red that stained the white rug — she drew the tired bristled brush back and forth with urgency.

Desperate.

It smelt more than she’d imagined it might. So much so that she momentarily considered simply bleaching off the entire thing and risking the kitchen smelling like the sterile insides of a hospital wing.

Her knuckles felt raw.

ding dong

Juniper paused. Her lips pressed together in a thin line of frustration before she drew herself back up onto her shaky feet. Careful not to tred onto the jagged pieces of glass that might still be linger around the scene...

Deep breaths.

Back straight.

Shoulders squared.

She shook her blonde head, set into place a typically pleasant smile and set down her crimson brush, before making her way toward the door.

She twisted the handle, and pulled the door back only to reveal—

”Kieran, you’re early.” The corner of her lip twitched, her eyes drifted over his shoulder - out toward the largely lifeless neighbourhood. Her gaze settled on Mrs Pulinzky (Fitz’s elderly admirer) peering out at her through gauzy curtains, before moving back towards Kieran’s face - did he always look like this? He seemed less out of place on the steps of their town house than she’d imagined he might.

Her fingers, still damp, let thin red droplets fall onto the hardwood floor.

”I’m such a clutz.” she explained, a broad toothy grin spread its way across her face as she raised up her red soaked wrists. “Cranberry sauce.”

She stepped aside, allowing him enough space in their narrow entry way to step inside.

She’d almost forgotten she’d invited him to lunch after that morning at Winnie’s when she’d wrangled a rogue eyeball, lodged in her sister’s toothbrush holder. She’d been packing Jamie back into the car when he’d approached.

TAG @KIERAN DUNNE
Mar 31 2018, 05:23 AM
30 | Magical | unaffiliated
Kier
drug dealer kansas city, kansas infatuated Played by evvie
shipper dragots 4200
This still all felt strangely unreal. He hadn’t expected to run into Juniper at Winnie’s - after all the time he had spent there, he hadn’t once seen Juniper there. Maybe the first few times Kieran had gone over he had thought maybe he’d see her - maybe he’d catch a glimpse of his angel.

So running into her in the driveway was not something he had thought would happen. Her inviting him to lunch at her house….

Well, he just never thought he’d live to the day where Juniper Vickers Fitzpatrick wanted anything to do with him in a more public setting. Private, yes, since it was her home - but people would see him enter, see him spend time there, see him leave. Not that he’d complain for a second.

Anything to spend time with her.

Kieran took his time in arriving, though, enjoying one last cigarette before entering. She hated them - he remembered that much. Plus, the kid being around wouldn’t help. More of a reason for him to be on his best behavior - no cigarettes, no pills, no alcohol.

He had cleaned up - a little. Still in his old leather jacket and jeans, but a fresh shower before leaving with even a quick shave. Nothing spectacular. Just his attempts at trying to be what she wanted - of trying to fit in with her life, even slightly.

He hit the doorbell, trying not to look too weird in the way he lingered outside the door. Hands in the pockets of his jacket, back slightly turned away from the door as he glanced around the street. Empty. All the houses like little cookie cutter perfection. Perfect suburbia. He really didn’t belong. Even if he had been raised in such a place, too.

But then she opened the door and he lost his train of thought. Even after all of these years, she was just as breathtaking as the first time he saw her; only more matured. Sophisticated. Like she had grown into the woman she had acted like all those years ago. And he hated how much he loved it.

His fingers itched for another cigarette -- to roll it between his thumb and index as something to do, something to keep himself grounded - a reminder that he was lesser. That he did not deserve this type of lifestyle. That even if she had invited him, he would inevitably ruin it because of who he was.

When his face caught a glimpse of the red on her wrists, he raised an eyebrow. He knew it wasn’t blood - been around enough in his lifetime to know that the liquid staining her hands was too thin, too bright. Still an interesting site, though. The perfect suburban wife stained with red.

A glimpse into their shared shady past. A reminder of Philip.

“Hope that’s not a problem,” he replied, his voice still scratchy from that last cigarette. Entering the town home, he tried to ignore how out of place he felt amongst the bright, light colors. He was the dark stain - with his black jacket and dark demeanor."Nice place," his attempt at manners, despite the overwhelming reminders that he didn't belong. That he would never belong.

Even if Winnie’s place were similarly furnished, he could blend in with her mess and the bottles and other discarded elements of her party life. This… was too clean, too spotless, too perfect. Her mask in house form. “Where’s the kid?” He could care less than to ask about her idiot husband - the fucking douchebag could be rotting underground and Kieran wouldn’t bat an eye. But he would at least try to show some sort of attentiveness to her life, to their child -- not because he cared, but because he knew she did.

And he didn’t want to mess anything up, especially if an innocent little kid was involved.

TAG @JUNIPER FITZPATRICK

Apr 1 2018, 10:06 AM
30 | MACUSA | Rappaportian
Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12500
Hope that’s not a problem. She smiled, shaking her head as he stepped past her.

“Thanks,“ she breathed, her wet hands wrapped themselves once more around the door’s brass handle as she clicked it shut behind him.

Her eyes trailed over him, lingering on his beaten jacket and his black boots. Kieran Dunne was in her home, for some reason the knowledge of that made the corners of her lips turn upwards. And she chose to remain wilfully ignorant to the voice at the back of her head, that questioned whether or not she’d chose to allow her future assailant inside.

He didn’t look nearly as... peculiar as her memories had led her to believe, in fact he looked fresh, more mature and in all honesty there was something familiar about the way he stood in her sunny hallway like a dark grease stain... it was very Winnie. And now, looking at his clothes once more she wondered, briefly, if he and Winnie had chosen to dress so similarly to one another as she and Fitz had often considered doing or if it was just... organic. “Must seem pretty boring to you though, compared to Winnie’s batchelor pad.”

Admittedly however Juni knew very little about her step sister’s relationship with Kieran Dunne, prior to Dev’s Death she hadn’t been aware that they had any type of relationship at all. And it had been difficult to marry the idea of Winnie - her drunken, tackless bump cocaine at her wedding sister cuddled up in beneath sweaty sheets with he ex— she wasn’t sure what the word to describe her and Kieran’s relationship was... either way the image was somewhat jarring.

She stepped past him, leading the way toward her kitchen. “Jamie’s at his grandma’s for the weekend, the perks this week’s top finger painter for the daycare.” She said, throwing a smile over her shoulder at him as she spoke. Uncertain why she’d felt the need to tell him, of all people, that their vibrant, adorable, love of her life (and woefully intellectually average) kid was excelling at finger paint. She supposed it was a force of habit now, someone mentioned Jamie, and she and Fitz would scramble to exaggerate his successes.

Her lips twitched and she reached across the kitchen’s island to press her red hands against the dry cloth. Wiping away the slick stains of the watery cranberry sauce.. Though the back of her palms and the undersides of her nails retained a faint red flush.

TAG @KIERAN DUNNE
Apr 2 2018, 03:59 AM
30 | Magical | unaffiliated
Kier
drug dealer kansas city, kansas infatuated Played by evvie
shipper dragots 4200
Winnie. Juniper’s mention of her sister only made him feel further out of place. This was a townhome - a house with a family. The woman standing across from him - glorious, even with her red stained hands - was a mother, a wife, the image of success. Kieran, even after his attempts to clean up, were a dark stain on her bright, light life.

A stain that would only be appropriate for the tainted sister who lived a different life. One that wasn’t looked as proudly upon. A life that matched his own. But even if Juniper didn’t realize, their houses were similar - decorative, elegant, expensive, and expansive. Much nicer than anything he had ever been in, ever lived in. Not that he wanted to remind Juniper of their differences, of course. It would be more of a reason for her to recall her invitation and send him out - something he half expected as soon as he’d arrived. “Nothing you touch could be boring.” He didn’t want to touch upon Winnie - not now and probably not ever. It would only remind him of why he was with the girl in the first place.

He followed Juniper towards the kitchen, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. Something to do that would make him feel less out of place, less...awkward. Especially when she shared the information about their child. He didn’t even know what to say about the kid. After a moment, he nodded, grunting out a simple response: “You two must be proud.” Proud of their little spawn. Probably better that the kid wasn’t here - at least now he didn’t have to pretend he knew what to do with them.

He stood opposite of the island, trying not to be too close to her. Even after all these years - their scattered conversations here or there - she still felt so out of his league. Like a statue in a museum, beautiful to look at but impossible to get close to. One bad move and he could shatter what little progress he had made.

Besides, there was no reason for him to try to put his grubby, calloused hands on such beautiful marble.

Usually when there was silence, Kieran basked in it, wrapping it around himself in a shroud of comfort. With Juniper, however, he felt strained to continue to conversation - to fill in the gaps and feel less awkward and unseemly. But the only connection they really had was through murder and death - definitely not something he wanted to bring up. Conversations had never been his forte - social skills, really. No matter how much he practiced, he never seemed to get all the emotions, inflations in tone, even subtle facial movements right. Glancing around, he threw out the first thing he could think of - the first question his parents asked him whenever he finally showed up at their place. “How have things been?” Probably a normal question. It didn’t feel right, though. The words felt unnatural on his tongue. He focused on the cranberry stain instead. The only imperfection he could see.

TAG @JUNIPER FITZPATRICK

Apr 7 2018, 08:21 PM
30 | MACUSA | Rappaportian
Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12500
Nothing you touch could ever be boring

He looked nervous, uncomfortable, and though he was more than a good head taller than her it seemed as though his eyes (she’d never noticed just how dark they were before) were incapable of meeting hers. Instead they seemed to sweep across her countertops before he finally stared down at the cranberry stain that had seeped it’s way through her rug and the small shards of glass that accompanied it.

She brushed her sticky thumb across her lip. It was... interesting, to know that she might still have that effect on him. Even more interesting when she compared it to... other things, and other people in her life who could hardly even pretend to want to so much as—

She felt her jaw shift.

How have things been?

She had to look down at the counter for a moment, her lips trembled a little as she struggled to conceal her laughter. It wasn’t really funny, not really. It was so... normal.. and the knowledge that for some reason, coming out of Kieran Dunne’s mouth it was actually a little funny; it was an unexpected sort of politeness.

She looked back at him and her lips pressed into an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, it’s just that’s a pretty broad question.” she said, placing the cloth down onto the side - she leant forward slightly, elbows pressing against the countertop as she looked at him; “I don’t think we’ve properly spoken since graduation, so that’s what... 12 years? Erm, I guess you know all the big stuff, Fitz, Jameson, I work at MACUSA now - press secretary.” Her eyes fixed on his face as she spoke, lips pulled up into a lazy smile (she lost count of how often she’d have to find herself smiling throughout the day, it had gotten to the point where it came as second nature - though at times her cheeks would cramp up).

His eyes, his hair, his clothes, the way his hands had settled themselves in his pockets as he surveyed the room she wasn’t sure how she’d missed it before - it seemed as though everything about him was peppered with Winnie. As though he’d been well and truly inducted into her ‘high functioning alcoholic’ sister’s hoard of play things. She kept her brows from pulling together. She wanted to ask—

“What about you? What’s the big stuff going on in your life? Last I heard, Teddy said that you were working on some start up company thing?”

TAG @KIERAN DUNNE
Apr 8 2018, 10:44 AM
30 | Magical | unaffiliated
Kier
drug dealer kansas city, kansas infatuated Played by evvie
shipper dragots 4200
He heard the suppressed tones of laughter from between her lips. Glancing up, he raised an eyebrow, trying to detect what exactly had been so amusing about his sentiments. Two minutes in and he already messed everything up? No matter how much time he spent practicing and observing the social interactions of others, this stuff never came easy. 30 years old and still incapable - it was pathetic.

As she spoke, though, Kieran kept his face as neutral as he could, his eyes barely able to meet hers - mostly out of embarrassment, slight insecurity. The little internal bits and feelings that he truly felt - and the ones he never could completely wipe away. And what she said was true. He did know the big stuff - the little announcements in the newspapers told him that. Information that hadn’t been public still could easily be found out through Winnie. The girl had quite the pillow talk with him. Hearing about the perfect life of the woman he loved was difficult. The first time he had heard about her engagement to the dimwit…. Well, it took a lot of explaining to his landlord why there was a hole in the wall.

And if there was anything Winnie mentioned that he didn’t like… At least she liked it rough.

He nodded though, his fingers twitching slightly in his pocket. He needed a cigarette. Or a joint. Or a pill. But for Juniper, he could do this. He could have a normal lunch like a grown adult without depending on something to take the edge off, to stop him from feeling the raw mixture of jealousy and rage that writhed in his stomach. Neither of which he would admit, of course.

He would never admit to being jealous of that entitled douchebag.

The conversation turning to him, though, was a bit more difficult. The start up. At first it had just been a joke between him and a few acquaintances one night when they had all been tripping. A drug manufacturer - mixing no-maj technology with magic to produce potions in pill form. No longer would someone need to find all the ingredients to make Wolfsbane or Skele-Gro. For the right price, they could also make Polyjuice pills, though those would have to be custom made each time around. It sounded so smart at first, but it proved to be a lot more difficult to turn it real, to get it going.

At least he could use the machines to his advantage for his “side” business.

“Yeah, there isn’t much to say about that.” Nothing to say about most of his life, really. One hand left his jacket to run awkwardly through his hair, itching the back of his neck as he tried to come up with something reasonable. Something endearing to share. “We haven’t really named it yet, but I have no doubt our idea will revolutionize magical concoctions - make it easier to produce and share amongst the different Hospitals or individuals.” Kieran wasn’t the one for the pitch - he was better conducting the backend deals or working with the tech. Beyond that, though, there wasn’t much to share. Twelve years had passed and he had nothing to show for it. Just a shitty old apartment, a part-time job, and a long list of people he’d rather not have to see again. “My life is pretty boring.” An honest statement - at least when compared to the glamour she seemed to live.

TAG @JUNIPER FITZPATRICK

Apr 8 2018, 06:54 PM
30 | MACUSA | Rappaportian
Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12500
She watched his hand snake out from the depths of his jacket, running through his hair and scratching at the back of his neck. Tense was flattering, but unproductive... She needed to loosen him up.

“Your life doesn’t sound boring to me,” That much was true, and somewhat sincere - though it was also true that for the most part Juni had given little thought to the goings on in Kieran Dunne’s life.

12 years had passed, she’d been in love, engaged, married, out of love, cheated out of motherhood and then blessed with Jamie... and for the most part, there was no room in her head for Kieran.

For the most part.

Sometimes though, she’d find herself unable to sleep and staring blankly up at the ceiling listening to the cries of nocturnal creatures that hung near whatever end of the city they were staying in. Their caterwauling in the dark would set her mind back to what they did, and she’d have to straighten up and paint her toe nails or braid her hair until it stopped. And she’d think of where they all were now, and she’d imagine him— free of the burden of responsibility she felt, driving on motorbikes, tossing dying cigarette buds into the ground and getting int bar fights... her imagination was pretty stunted when it came to ‘romantic imaginings’, and so Hollywood has provided her with most of her ideas of wild lawbreakers.

“I remember in school,” She reached down beneath the island and pulled out a half drained bottle of gin and a full bottle of tonic water; her eyes remained fixed on the mostly monotonous expression of his face as she spoke. Fingers making quick work with the bottle tops, “People would say the best part of the night was when your little scavenger hunts would start.” Not that it had ever appealed to Juniper at the time, the lack of control, the threat of addiction, the question of whether or not you even really knew what you were getting...

Where was the thrill in being powerless?

“And now with the company and Winnie,” she cast a glance toward him - her fingers gripped tightly around the first glass of the clear liquid before she turned her eyes back downwards and pressed his lime wedge against the rim, “Unless of course you’re trying to say my sister’s boring.”

12 years ago she might’ve hoped that that was exactly what he was trying to say.

She stretched her arm out toward him, holding out the glass.

TAG @KIERAN DUNNE
Apr 9 2018, 05:00 AM
30 | Magical | unaffiliated
Kier
drug dealer kansas city, kansas infatuated Played by evvie
shipper dragots 4200
Kieran shrugged his shoulders, still feeling out of place and uncomfortable. Even if she had invited him over, asked him to be here, Kieran still felt like the outcast - Keith. Not even worth the memory of his name. The idea that she actually had any sense of interest in his life - the life that had been drastically different than the perfect little bubble she lived in - seemed absolutely unbelievable. She had success - she had a family - she had her perfect smiles and her fake-perfect husband and her perfect world.

He had cigarette burns, a Suzuki that barely ran, and a studio apartment he could barely afford on his drug money. No family to speak of - his parents had long given up on keeping contact with him. No friends to surround himself with - people were just too much upkeep.

Kieran opened his mouth to answer - to fumble out some excuse to move the conversation off himself - but she kept talking. How stupid was it that just the brief mention of their school days - of her remembering facts about him - set his heart fluttering about? It was pointless and childish and irrational. He knew it. And yet, it happened. Instead of meeting her gaze, he watched her hands work. Tips still stained red, but nails perfectly manicured. Skin smooth. If he reached over to touch them, he was sure they would be free of calluses, of scars - never needing to bruise her hands for the sake of labor once in her life. He didn’t deserve such smooth perfection - not when his hands were rough, stained by the sun and dirt and burns. Never deserving of her.

He watched them move expertly, though. Tops off, pour perfect - always the wondrous host. Kieran was sure she did this often. He could picture it now - head tossed back slightly in laughter, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, eyes sparkling, all the while her fingers making deft work with the glasses. A gin and tonic. Such a classic drink for the uppity rich.

He much preferred whiskey straight from the bottle. Or Jaeger.

He smiled at her reference to the little hunts. Kieran had long since given up on those - on the risky adventures he put people through. People thought he did it for fun, for a laugh, but really he was just bored. Wanted to watch them scurry around hoping for a free hit, unsure of whether they were getting something clean or laced; a placebo, a low dosage, or a glimpse of the good. While she had the reputation of the perfect prom queen, his was that of trouble, of the jailbird, of the kid who you wouldn’t take home to your parents.

Winnie. That caused his head to snap back up, a quick gleam of curiosity in his dark pupils. Why would she care to bring up his relationship with her sister? He did not respond for a moment - accepting the glass. The weight felt awkward in his hand, but it probably stemmed from the awkwardness of this whole situation. Of pretending to fit in her world when he obviously did not belong. “Who said Winnie was a part of my life?” It put a weight to her existence in his life that he had not yet been ready to give. Fun, yes. He enjoyed her company. But an extension of him, a part of his life that would make it less boring? No.

Winnie did not mean that much.

TAG @JUNIPER FITZPATRICK


Apr 22 2018, 08:08 PM
30 | MACUSA | Rappaportian
Juni
Press Secretary Los Angeles, CA Married Played by Rae
shipper dragots 12500
That had thrown her.

She wasn’t sure why she hadn’t expected it - perhaps she’d imagined something softer, less blunt and forthright.. a career in politics meant that she was always so much more at ease with people avoiding what they really meant, dancing around subjects until you lost track of the original conversation entirely.

“Smooth.” Juni retorted, her lips pulled up into a somewhat uncertain smile as she lowered her glass back down onto the table. Trying to mask the uncertainty she felt at his response, her inability to muster up the correct turn of phrase, perhaps it was a testament to how much time had passed...

They weren’t 17 anymore.. they’d each been touched by the clumsy and apathetic hands of time. The scars of which had lined themselves across her stomach and disguised themselves as silver stretch marks and tired limbs...

She could no longer trail cold fingers across the broad shoulders of his school shirt anymore, press a glossy kiss on his cheek and let raging hormones fill in the blanks.

She’d have to be smarter when broaching the subject.

“You’re just as bad as Winnie, you know?” This time she kept her smile light, teasing, let her nose scrunch slightly in that way that she hated but Fitz had always assured her added character. ”I feel like you two might have been going on for years and I don’t know anything about the pair of you— I tried to arrange a double date once but..”

KIERAN DUNNE

Jul 4 2018, 08:36 AM
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