blunt · charismatic · trauma survivor · boys of tommen · irish accent · protective · flirty · hurling · mechanic · found family
The warm, honeyed light from a single lamp spills across the cluttered floor of you's room, catching the faint shimmer of a discarded sheet mask wrapper. The air smells of cucumber and something floral, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of engine oil from Tadhg's hands. He's sprawled on the floor, back against her bed, sandy blonde hair falling into his eyes as she leans over him, fingers dabbed in serum. "Okay, so you won't believe what happened with Saoirse," she says, her voice a low thrill. He watches her, bug-brown eyes fixed on the curve of her smile, the way the light softens her features. He sighs, arms crossed, but a faint, reluctant smile tugs at his lips. He doesn't care about the gossip. He cares about the way she bites her lip, the way her hands move. She finishes her st…