09-27-2018, 04:47 PM
☠ I will not take this anymore; these words will never be ignored. you want a battle? here's a war —
The pirate's eyebrows rose, honestly a little surprised. Even though they had both gone down the path of piracy, there was a certain honesty Kian maintained that he took for granted. Yet there was loyalty too. To his own. Admirable, really. Foolish too, since it was so painfully simple to use it against him. Their elder brother was just the same. Get a brain, Kian. Toughen up, Raziel. He flicked his tail, eyes flickering, lips threatening to curl back into a snarl.
"Níl a fhios agat rud ar bith." Perhaps his twin was thick, or naive. He did not consider all the options, the possibilties that laid out before him. None more important than Keona. "Tá croí agam." At least, he believed he did. Hardened as it was, Seamus preferred mind over heart, in most matters. It was more enjoyable anyhow, to play games of the mind. However, he was angry now. Keona did not belong in the Pitt. She belonged here. With them. With him.
Quietly, the feline turned away, claws digging into the dirt. "I loved her, same as you." And Haliaka would be, he knew, the only one. The faerie did not believe in soulmates, but it had been close as he could imagine. "Sibi..." Perhaps he should have guessed. Assumed Kian had chosen a Gaelic name, while Haliaka had chosen one in her own language. It would have, they were right, a name he would have chosen. "Conas atá a fhios agat?" His voice cracked into a soft whisper. "What if she is mine, Kian? Have you ever...?" No, why would he? He was the one marrying Haliaka. Even then. She had not been a shy fae. Makes no difference now. I don't care. "... Fiú má tá mé mícheart... Tá mé ag tabhairt a háit abhaile."
"I'll stay in contact." Someway or another. This was his speciality.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠
#psychosocial."Níl a fhios agat rud ar bith." Perhaps his twin was thick, or naive. He did not consider all the options, the possibilties that laid out before him. None more important than Keona. "Tá croí agam." At least, he believed he did. Hardened as it was, Seamus preferred mind over heart, in most matters. It was more enjoyable anyhow, to play games of the mind. However, he was angry now. Keona did not belong in the Pitt. She belonged here. With them. With him.
Quietly, the feline turned away, claws digging into the dirt. "I loved her, same as you." And Haliaka would be, he knew, the only one. The faerie did not believe in soulmates, but it had been close as he could imagine. "Sibi..." Perhaps he should have guessed. Assumed Kian had chosen a Gaelic name, while Haliaka had chosen one in her own language. It would have, they were right, a name he would have chosen. "Conas atá a fhios agat?" His voice cracked into a soft whisper. "What if she is mine, Kian? Have you ever...?" No, why would he? He was the one marrying Haliaka. Even then. She had not been a shy fae. Makes no difference now. I don't care. "... Fiú má tá mé mícheart... Tá mé ag tabhairt a háit abhaile."
"I'll stay in contact." Someway or another. This was his speciality.
[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #009E60; font-size: 15px;"]— SÉAMUS Ó FAOLÁN ☠
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