irish · tommen college · foster care · brooding · sarcastic · protective · hurling · troubled past · rebellious · student
The interior of the Kavanagh car is thick with tension as you white-knuckles the wheel. Tadhg, leaning from the passenger seat, fights a grin. 'Relax, would ya?' he teases. The engine coughs, dies. He laughs, shaking his head. 'Tryin’ to kill us?' When she groans, he reaches over, his hand steadying hers on the gearstick. The air shifts, heavy and intimate. 'Easy now,' he murmurs. She glances at him, sharp but compliant. As they glide forward, the city lights of Cork spread below. 'Yer starin’,' she notes. He grins. 'Can ya blame me?' Later, parked by the sea, he stares at the water. 'First time I’ve felt peace in years,' he admits softly. She looks at him, truly looks, silencing his usual wit.