of animal and man;

finn patrick dunne | 31 | royally appointed vet " humans are complex creatures - one prefers the solitude and simplicity of animals. "

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rhiannonofwales:

Rhiannon wasn’t sure how she felt about being on the island. Some days she liked it better than others. She felt like she had more freedom, but most of the time she was watched like a hawk. Since arriving on the island, Rhiannon enjoyed spending time on the beach. In Wales, she couldn’t go to a beach without a bunch of cameras and cell phones being waved in her face. But here, she could get the privacy she longed for. As she approached the beach, she noticed a familiar face and decided to say hello. “Hey, Finn,” the small blonde said with a smile. Rhiannon liked his company. It was refreshing to hang around with someone who was not royal. The princess often thought she would have been better off it she wasn’t. She certainly would have been happier. Rhiannon gladly took the bottle when it was handed to her. “You’re great company. I’d rather hang out with you than the majority of the people here. Most of them drive me mad.”

The familiar voice made Finn glance over in surprise. Natural instinct made Finn want to bow towards the Princess, however the Irish man was thankful that this certain Princess, though graceful and poise, wasn’t all tradition and protocol. Rhiannon was a refreshing change and a comforting face among the rest of the island’s inhabitants. “Tired of the tiara’s and the politics?” Not that Finn was ever privy to such things, he was just there to ensure the adored animals of those whom he served were cared for. He knew his station and where he stood. Giving a small chuckle, Finn watched the blonde Princess gratefully take the bottle. “Well, you’re more than welcome to slum it with me,” In truth, in the time Finn had come to know Rhiannon, he couldn’t help but like her, despite the obvious differences between them. “So, why are you out here?”

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The island was a place where a person like Finn Dunne could easily get lost or overlooked. Glinting with gold and diamonds, winking like the setting sun over the ocean’s horizon. This was a place for the grand and noble, not the recluse Irishman who preferred the company of animals over that of his own kind. Watching the sun set, it’s warmth seeping to bleed a burning orange into the crystal waters, Finn had the strongest pang of longing. Maybe he missed home, maybe he missed Ashling. Perhaps it was both and they were one and the same. Giving a humorless snort to himself, Finn to another swing at his bottle of whiskey, the salty sea air and sand of the island’s beach lingering on his tongue. Finn knew someone from behind was approaching, but he didn’t turn to acknowledge them - noble or not. Instead the vet waited, not speaking until they sat down not too far beside him. “I ain’t much company,” He warned, though he did pass his bottle over. “But I have the good stuff.”

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Dear all,

I apologise for the lack of posting but thankfully we have amazing admins here who gave me all the support and understanding during a difficult time. I will *fingers crossed* be on tomorrow with haughty Bianca and grumpy Irish Finn. In the meantime, please message me if you want to plot as I need all your wonderful ideas!

-xoxo tess

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dctorerik:

Erik pulled his shirt back on and turned around, “Oh, yes. Are these for you? Are you injured?” He asked, going to a send of drawers and opening one for of gauze bandages.” 

Finn’s lips twitched a little in humour as he watched the doctor rummage for the bandages. “Nay,” Finn stepped further into the room. “I just ran of supplies and would like some while the new order is coming through.”

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Darlings Finn and Bianca should be on tonight! Sorry for the delay in any responses! My work life sucks! Xoxo tess

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dctorerik:

Erik has been organizing his office to his liking and not for the first time had spilled something on his shirt. He pulled it over his head only to hear the door open. He didn’t turn around though, instead staying very still. “I thought I locked that,” he said. 

Finn had been told there was a doctor on site - logically there should be, since the redhead was the animal counterpart. After some helpful directions, the Irish vet found the office. While social graces were never Finn’s strong suit, perhaps he should have remembered to knock. He wished he had. “Uh,” The redhead tried to look anywhere else. “I was looking for some bandages.”

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kylamichal:

Kyla sat on a balcony overlooking the sea, a glass of wine in hand. She had just returned from a visit home, something that was always stressful, no matter the occasion. Leaning slightly back, she watched the sea, only turning slightly when she heard someone else’s movements. “It’s looking beautiful, no?”

Finn paused in his movements, wondering if was the rustling of his rolling papers that drew the young woman’s attention to him. The soft breeze toyed with the loose tobacco he was trying to roll, a few wayward strands already lost to the gentle wind. “Bugger,” The man cursed before glancing towards the woman, one brow raised. “Women always find things pretty after a few,” He nodded towards the wine, bringing the rolling paper to his lips. 

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Ooc;

Hello guys! Sadly won’t be on tonight - pretty sure I’m going to be drunk af with the fella so see you tomorrow evening - pretty sure I’ve done my replies! If anyone wants a starter from Finn/Bianca (ffs who would with that cow?) just ping me over a message and I shall! Love love love Tess(tickles) x

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Sam Heughan at W Magazine Golden Globes Party on January 4, 2018

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pedrocmalmeida:

“For now?” the brown haired man asked, a frown making an appearance amongst his features. Did that mean the man was planning on rid himself of the dog or was it a gift for someone else? Not that it was any of his business but he felt genuinely curious. Finn Dunne, the name didn’t ring any bells but maybe the ginger’s files were setting on his desk and he just didn’t read them yet. “Pedro de Almeida, someone’s bodyguard.” he extended his hand towards the other for a shake as he normally would do.

Finn shrugged, sensing the other man's interest. “Can’t keep every stray,” Which was true – Finn had a habit offending creatures that needed his help, royal or not. It was like it was a fundamental part of his nature to fix and heal furry little creatures – but having to remain sorely responsible for them? That was another matter entirely.“I’ll find him a good home,” Finn reassured the other man quickly. But until he did, Pog would have to stay with Finn. Pedro’s name didn’t immediately jump out at Finn, though he was never good with names to begin with. At least he wasn’t royal, or not enough to make Finn on edge, like his every move was being scrutinised for impropriety. “Someone, eh?” He titled his head curiously,wondering if he could glean more information – purely for conversation’s sake. “I thought they were all here for their protection. Doesn’t a bodyguard defeat that purpose?”

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fannicroy:

“Oh!” Fanni breathed out as she recoiled from the sudden proximity to the animal. Her first reaction was to take a few steps back — she wasn’t afraid of dogs but she was wary of dogs she didn’t know. She paused for a moment and tore her eyes from the dog. Her brows rose and a wide genuine smile appeared on her face. “Finn? This can’t be,” she exclaimed and unable to hide her glee. She was about to take a step towards the old friend but realized what a mistake she was about to do when the dog’s fur brushed against her leg. “I’ll take your word for it. I swear you have superhuman skills, you could tame a wolf if you wanted.” She leaned down to scratch the dog behind its ear. “But you must tell what you’re doing here.”

It was not very often that Finn Dunne recognised a voice,much less a face. It was rarer still that he was to have genuine pleasure upon hearing such a voice. It brought the redhead back to a summer in a vastly beautiful country with one of the finest equestrian breed Finn had ever seen. While the princess was still no doubt a royal – but of course she had the title to prove it – Finn found that she was one of the rare few that he honestly liked. Then again, anyone who had a shared love of animals was always going to make an impression on the vet. “Fanni,” Amusement flitted across his features as he watched the blonde instinctively jerk away from the scruffy mutt. “A wolf?”laughter coloured his tone, the corner of his eyes crinkling goodhearted. “You think too highly off me. Well,” Fin ran his fingers through his hair and blew out a breath. “Where the royal animals go, I follow I guess.” He shrugged and arched a brow at the princess. “It’s not that bad here, is it?”

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sohvisuominen:

Sohvi gave him a perplexed look, raising an eyebrow. “This one’s spayed.” Why he’d come to his conclusion she didn’t know, especially when Päivi was doing nothing out of the ordinary. “All of my dogs are fixed.”

Finn arched a brow and tried his upmost best to quell the smirk that itched to spread across his lips. Rising from his crouched position, the redhead shrugged. “I have no doubt she is.” He wouldn't dare argue with a princess but Finn couldn't help adding. “Some dogs can still display signs long after.” He shrugged. “Not a fan of pups, then?” 

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sohvisuominen:

Taking her morning run, dogs in tow, was one of Sohvi’s favorite parts of the day — it was the only time she really had any peace. Too wrapped up in her thoughts, she didn’t realize there was someone else nearby until one dog slowed and the other two stopped, tugging on their leashes and almost toppling her. Looking up, she gave the person a cordial smile.

“Nice morning, isn’t it?”

There was little to do for the royal vet - the island was proving to be indeed safe for both the royals and their furry little companions. As such, Finn ha taken it upon himself to enjoy the island - it was beautiful and reminded him of home. That, and it was very easy to get lost and avoid human company. Or so he thought. 

Finn turned at the voice, vaguely recognising the face Finn gave a small bow of his head in respect an nodded. “It is.” Out of habit, he knelt to inspect the dogs, running a large hand over soft fur. “You’ll want to watch this one,” Finn glanced up at the princess. “This one’s in heat.” 

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chrysanthemum-throne:

Kikuhito found himself outdoors a lot more often these days. He felt oddly compelled to enjoy the surrounding nature even though he had seen the same scenery for over a year now. Perhaps it was the nagging feeling that certain death was looming over his head that made him sentimental. He tried to ignore the feeling though, knowing that any sort of worldly attachments would just make it harder to go through with his plan. Then again, he also saw no harm in enjoying the present moment. And so his inner turmoil continued.

In the distance he heard something out of the ordinary that broke the monotony, and in the time it took Kikuhito to come out of his reverie to look for the source of the sound, said sound was already at his feet. He stared curiously at the dog, wondering for a split second if this was the God of Death playing some joke or perhaps even a small blessing should his way to finally kick the bucket be by an oddly adorable rabid dog. When his thoughts were negated by a voice, he then looked up to see someone new to the island. It seems he wasn’t going to die today either.

“Well, at least this one’s friendly towards me.” He bent down to pet the dog. It was no secret that the majority of the island had it out for Kikuhito, so friendliness was hard to come by for him. “What brings you two to this godforsaken place? Definitely not the first place I’d choose for a vacation, that’s for sure.”

“Ah, he’d be friendly to a shark, he would.” Finn but there was fondness to Finn’s tone as he spoke of the mutt. A sweet creature in nature, if not a little of an eyesore to look at.  

As Finn eye the man wondering if he should know the fellow. It was a long standing tradition that Finn was to put his foot in it and insult someone or another. That was the problem when your main company were animals, they were rarely insulted and what’s more, couldn’t voice their complaints even if they were. 

“Work,” Finn answered gruffly. “Got to be here just in case the royal cat or another eats its own diamond collar.” Finn pulled a face. “Again.” Curious, he arched a brow. “And you? Don’t sound like your enjoying it here?” In truth, what little Finn had seen of the island was breathtaking - perhaps too recluse for everyone’s tastes, but breathtaking nonetheless. 

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elysefz:

Elyse had been watching a bird in its nest for the last half-hour, utterly enthralled. She hadn’t heard the dog coming up behind her nearly toppled over when she was jumped on. Her instinct was to shout and curse whatever had jumped at her and whoever had let it happened and she turned around with every intention to do so until she saw the dog and the man, which made her pause. “I… It’s alright,” she brushed off the back of her dress. I would put him on a leash though, if I had had a guard with me, he probably would have been shot.” She looked up at the man, “May I pet him?”

Finn made a noise at the back of this throat, a cross between a snort and an amused chuckle. “Probably put the wee snot out of his misery.” He eyed the girl and immediate regretted his words. As much as he may have worked for various royals, Finn didn’t take it upon himself to remember them. There was an air of grace and class that hung around the slender blonde, but Finn couldn’t be sure. Running his fingers through is wayward red strands, he paused. “Er - sure.” He loosened his grip on Pog’s collar and watched the dog pad over to the girl. "Sucker for the ladies, aren't you?" 

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pedrocmalmeida:

The bodyguard noticed the dog approaching and suddenly dropped to one knee to play with the animal, a stupid smile on his face as he did. Back in Rio he had two pitbulls that maybe didn’t even remember him anymore for how long he’d been gone. At least he received pictures of them every now and then. After petting the dog he looked at the man who spoke and got up on his feet again. “Is he yours?”

Finn watched the man smile down at the scruffy mutt and allowed some of the tension in his shoulders to ease. “For now,” the redhead nodded as he eyed the other man. Finn was sure he had seen him once or twice on his travels with some royal family or another, though he couldn't be sure which. Sticking out a hand in greeting, Finn gave a quick grin. "Finn Dunne, the vet." The introduction seemed so formal, but Finn wasn't sure exactly who he was introducing himself to.

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