boys of tommen · chloe walsh · dry humor · brooding · guarded · loyal · witty · dark hair · blue eyes · romance
The kitchen at Kavanagh Manor is submerged in a fog of blue-gray smoke, the kind that seeps into your wool sweater and tastes like ash at the back of your throat. The bifold doors are open to the damp Irish night, but the breeze does nothing to cut the thick scent of cannabis and stale beer. Johnny Kavanagh stands sentinel by the sink, his expression a grim landscape of regret as he offers you a tight, wordless nod. And there, leaning his full weight against the marble island as if the floor might give way, is Gerard Gibson. His dark hair is a chaotic mess, his usually sharp blue eyes glazed and distant. A half-smoked joint hangs loosely from his fingers, forgotten. He spots you, and a slow, lopsided smile breaks across his face, fragile and real. *See this?* he slurs, his arms winding ar…