11-12-2018, 06:21 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 450px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt;"]KIAN Ó FAOLÁIN — sing me a symphony, one for the lost and in-between
Kian frowned lightly at his twin and Bakugou, a little saddened by the quartermaster's words but defiant all the same. Gaelic was his language and his family's language. If he had something to say to his family, he oft slipped into their native tongue. He didn't appreciate others being too nosey into his discussions after all. Nonetheless, he didn't want to seem rude and oft stuck to English when specifically directing another.
He completely scowled at his brother, clearly wary of his presence. He offered no words towards his sibling, quickly returning his eyes on his daughter. "Yours?" All Haliaka had to say was yours?' Bewilderment struck across his features, if only for a moment.
Realization soon broke like the light of dawn and his eyes darkened, ears flattening. "I understand." His tail lashed to and fro, furious. 'Conas atá a fhios agat? What if she is mine, Kian?' His blood felt cold. A thin layer of frost beginning to coat his paws. No. He'd ignored his brother before, defied all possible truth to his claim. A hypothesis. A possibility but not the truth.
No. "This changes nothing, dearthair." Cold indifference. You have no right to her. Kian had raised her, she was his. All Séamus had done was get her hurt. You have no right. To travel across the ocean, track them to this island, befriend his child neice... All because of a guess. A claim.
He took a step back, deep breaths, puffs of cold air. The sand beneath him going frigid. "You have two fathers, a leanbh." But he has no right to you. "... That is your mother's message."
Kian frowned lightly at his twin and Bakugou, a little saddened by the quartermaster's words but defiant all the same. Gaelic was his language and his family's language. If he had something to say to his family, he oft slipped into their native tongue. He didn't appreciate others being too nosey into his discussions after all. Nonetheless, he didn't want to seem rude and oft stuck to English when specifically directing another.
He completely scowled at his brother, clearly wary of his presence. He offered no words towards his sibling, quickly returning his eyes on his daughter. "Yours?" All Haliaka had to say was yours?' Bewilderment struck across his features, if only for a moment.
Realization soon broke like the light of dawn and his eyes darkened, ears flattening. "I understand." His tail lashed to and fro, furious. 'Conas atá a fhios agat? What if she is mine, Kian?' His blood felt cold. A thin layer of frost beginning to coat his paws. No. He'd ignored his brother before, defied all possible truth to his claim. A hypothesis. A possibility but not the truth.
No. "This changes nothing, dearthair." Cold indifference. You have no right to her. Kian had raised her, she was his. All Séamus had done was get her hurt. You have no right. To travel across the ocean, track them to this island, befriend his child neice... All because of a guess. A claim.
He took a step back, deep breaths, puffs of cold air. The sand beneath him going frigid. "You have two fathers, a leanbh." But he has no right to you. "... That is your mother's message."
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