“Seamus Cavannaugh talks Broadway, upcoming roles and his beloved Nissan Rouge”
Seamus drums his fingers against the edge of his mug. The action will be noted, he knows it. He’s been the subject of enough feature pieces like this to know so. He’s met enough noted journalists in a relatable place like a coffee shop, sat across from enough recording devices and read enough of the final products to know.
Dropping, “Seamus Cavannaugh taps his fingers along the steaming coffee before he answers” is a sure fire way to make the millionaire award-winning actor seems more like a human than a dazzling star. And Seamus knows that any good writer these days knows relatability sells.
“I’ll never take a role unless it’s personal to me. Any respectable director, writer or actor will understand that,” Seamus finally answers the question presented to him several moments ago. “So no, I don’t regret passing up the Green Arrow role.” He presses himself, ‘Be intelligent, Seamus. Sound intelligent. Sound the way people are used to hearing you.’
Seamus takes a breath and adds to his response, “Kris was brilliant in the role. I wouldn’t take that away from him, especially since I didn’t feel connected to the script. I couldn’t have even dreamed of doing a better job than he did.”
He signals that is all he’ll say on the matter with a curt smile and waits for the interviewer’s next query. The man across from him smiles back and looks down to the notepad between them. The next question has the man licking his lips in what Seamus perceives to be a nervous tick, and the gesture immediately sets him on edge as well.
Seamus even tries to read the upside down chicken scratch on the paper to ready himself. His interviewer looks up and asks with bolstered confidence, “There was a tremendous amount of media coverage around your last relationship-“
Seamus feels like he is standing inside of a large room, lights timing out one row after the other, the darkness drawing closer and closer to him until-
“Has that set you back in any way?”
“The same way you were after your last break up,” Seamus decides to chuckle, drumming his fingers again. He has to be relatable, that’s what sells now. He sighs, taking a sip of his latte before continuing on the matter, “Veniamin and I were good friends. Very good friends when we first met. I don’t think that’s changed, we won’t ever be able to undo how well we know each other and so, undo how strong our friendship is.”
Seamus clears his throat of the hesitation he’s gripped dearly any time he’s been asked about Veni in the past year.
“But things often don’t work the way we’d like and that’s all that took place between myself and him. To clear up any of the rumors or dramatics. Our lives and career paths simply took us in different directions.” Seamus doesn’t suppose there’s any going back now from the full on statement he’s started, so he scrapes together all the things he’s learned of public speaking in the entirety of his career and concludes, “He’s one of the most kind-hearted and bright men I know. He’ll do wonderfully out there with or without me.”
Seamus smiles. It’s curt and his interviewer moves on.
He wonders what Veniamin will think when this article is released. He wonders if he’s said the right thing.
“Oh thank God,” Seamus breathes, “Because I was actually just thinking...” With each of his words he steps closer to Veniamin, walking towards him till the younger man is backed up against a wall.
“...the other day actually that I...” he places a hand against the wall beside Ven’s ear and the way the younger bites his lower lip drives Seamus damn near insane. He grins because he can’t help it. He wraps his other arm around Ven’s waist and brings their bodies together. He leans close to Ven before he continues, eyes darting from Ven’s to his lips and back. “Well I love you too.”
He closes the gap between them, but not before widening his lips first, allowing Ven to feel the upward motion of his smile. It feels right, everything from the way Ven’s lips taste with those three words still fresh on them, to the way the younger man grasps for him, feeling everything so much more intensely due to his youth.
Seamus is still smiling when he puts just enough space between them to chuckle quietly and familiarize him with the newest additions to his regular vocabulary, “I love you very much, boyo.”
Send me a ✺ for my muse’s reaction to yours knocking on their door in the middle of the night
He wakes with something of a start, brow furrowing. He's always been a light sleeper since the serum, so of course he hears it, the light tapping. He takes his shield, though he doubts it's anything deadly, not coming through the front door. He opens it carefully, and then his shoulders sag..
venmus replied to your post “What did you just call me?”
you are not fooling anyone.toni wants the tasha booty,cause dooo she got the booooooty? she doooo. everyone wants the romanov boootyyy /somebody tell me to stfu pls//
I JUST SAW THIS I'M YELLING WTF ARE YOU SMOKING BAE
