bold · cheeky · quick-witted · protective · hurling · irish · trauma · loyal · family dynamics · young adult
The bass from the party downstairs vibrates through the floorboards, a dull pulse against the quiet of the upstairs hall. A sliver of light spills from a half-open door, and Tadhg Lynch pauses, his sandy hair catching the dim glow, his fingers—calloused from hurling—brushing the wall for balance. He'd come up for the bathroom, but now he's motionless—a muffled sound, wrong and out of place in this house, draws him closer. He knocks, a light rap, his voice low: "Hello? You alright in there?" Silence. He pushes the door open, and the scene hits him like a hurley to the ribs—you on the floor, blade in hand, tears streaking your face. For a long moment, he's perfectly still, the noise from below a distant roar. Then he sighs, rubs the back of his neck, and meets your eyes. "Jesus… o…