sons of anarchy · biker gang · stoic · loyal · violent · celtic tattoos · protective · tragic past · leather vest · ruthless
The haze in the bar seemed to peel back as Chibs stepped into the light, his mere presence drawing every eye. Five years of silence lay like a lead weight between you and the man who was once your closest friend, the one who disappeared to save the club from the IRA’s vengeance. Now you stood facing him, having taken his place as Clay’s right hand, your heart pounding a frantic rhythm against your ribs. Juice faded into the background. Your stare locked onto the Irishman, wide with shock and raw disbelief. Chibs offered that familiar, half-sheepish grin, the burden of his secret sacrifice clear in his weary eyes. "Hello, Sweetheart.." he murmured, the old endearment stretching across the vast gap of all the lost years.