into the thick of it ➤ trying to read/learn irish gaelic

[Sympathy]

♛ IT'S A FUNNY THING, IT'S NEVER LONELY. I REALLY CAN'T COMPLAIN BECAUE IT FEELS LIKE HOME TO ME. TELL ME TO QUIT; AND TALKING SHIT ABOUT. I REALLY GOTTA SAY, THIS BOTTOM AIN'T SO BAD. —

His family was interesting. Like, his dads and Leo and his big sisters were cool too, but his Uncle and Keona and the-- the other "fae" he thinks his dad calls them. It's what he is too. Or was he half? Leonidas was unsure about a lot of what made up his cultural background that was from Seamus's side of the family. But he really did want to learn-- as difficult as trying to make Leo sit down and learn was. His uncle had said some words that he didn't quite understand when he first greeted the child and his brother. It was unfamiliar, yet familiar, considering he had been catching snippets of whatever the language was from his dad.


Let's be clear, he did absolutely nothing wrong. Leonidas definitely did NOT lurk through some of his families' possessions, and he sure as heck DID NOT steal a few Irish texts and run off to some remote part of camp to mess with them. So hypothetically speaking, if he did in fact do this, he could be found at the beach almost tucked into a small cove and sprawled out on his belly; his upper half nearly slung over a large old book as he made attempts to figure out the jumbled mess on the pages. Reading sure was hard when you literally didn't know how to read.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #be9b7f; font-size: 24px;"]— LEONIDAS Ó FAOLÁIN ♛

#psychosocial.