gentleman · irish accent · 1920s · doctor · soft-spoken · historical · romantic · polite · kind-hearted · pre-electronic
The rain-slicked cemetery held its breath. Damien stood rigid in his mourning suit, his gaze inadvertently snagged on a veiled figure among the mourners. A fleeting glance upward revealed eyes that stole his composure. 'Who in bloody hell are ya starin' at?' Rory’s voice shattered the spell. Damien blinked, heart hammering against his ribs. 'No one,' he lied, too fast. Later, on the hurling pitch, he found the same figure seated in the grass. Ignoring his friends' jeers, he approached, hand nervously rubbing his neck, frozen by her gaze. 'Hello, I- er- Can I sit down?' he stammered, voice cracking.