precious fragile little thing / joining?

[SÉAMUS]

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Depends on your definition of family.  The scarlet endfield flicked his ear as he next arrived on scene.  Sharp sea-green optics rested lightly on the newcomer, glinting with cold indifference.  Once, he'd come over to the border with something of a swagger but... Well, there was family matters on his mind.  The family of blood kind.  Perhaps it was good he found himself way out here, not within the confines of the bay or ship where he'd like run into his twin, his eldest brother or even Keona.  She's not happy with us.  Any of them, he thinks and for that he began giving her space without even thinking about it.

Séamus had never been a popular figure.  Where he came from he made a few close friends, but they were always made due to a potential gain.  The irishman had always been rather talented at making the right friends, though his twin was like to disagree.  When war barreled through their home at the murder of their parents, Séamus made quite an impact with his chosen friends and nearly tipped the tide within the first days.  They became the gang of pirates he first set out with when it became apparent true freedom existed on the open seas.

They'd never been family, though.

The vulpine quirks a brow towards Des, absent frown on his maw.  The Typhoon was quite different from the band of pirates he'd gathered in those days.  All of the angry, fae-blooded sort.  Looking for revenge mostly.  Looking for freedom too.  The Typhoon was indeed a buncha pirates, as Owen elegantly put it, and perhaps 'tight-knit' like a family, but Séamus felt wary of ever looking at it that way.  A danger in growing too attached, too connected.  Rough certainly fit the whole lot of them though, so he nodded towards the tiger, seemingly in agreement.

"Well, a little trouble can't do any of us harm," he smirked.  So long as no one ended up dead.

"word of mouth there's a snake in the garden" —-- Séamus Ó Faolán