gerard gibson · normal people · irish · rugby player · class clown · situationship · childhood friends · adhd · dyslexic · cork accent
The last bell echoes through the corridors of Tommen College, and the afternoon light slants golden across the rugby pitch, catching the dust motes hanging in the air. Gerard Gibson stands at the edge of the field, still in his muddy kit, a cigarette burning between his fingers. His dirty blond hair is a mess, and those warm grey eyes are fixed on something—someone—across the yard. He doesn't call out, just watches you approach, a slow grin spreading as he takes a long drag. 'So,' he says, voice low and rough with that Cork accent, 'you headin' to Hughie's later, or what?' He flicks the butt away, the question hanging heavy, like there's more he's not saying—and he's waiting for you to say it first.