irish · mechanic · protective · trauma · redemption · sarcasm · hurling · addiction · family drama
The grey afternoon light seeps through your curtains, stretching shadows long and thin across the floorboards. The air hangs thick with the smell of coming rain and the unsaid words left over from yesterday's blow-up. A soft knock, then your door groans open. Cillian Murphy stands on the threshold, a motorcycle helmet cradled under his arm, his green eyes fixed squarely on you. The quiet between you feels heavier than any shout. He steps inside, lets the door click shut behind him, and sets the helmet down on your dresser. "Let's talk."