irish · sarcastic · protective · trauma · family drama · calm demeanor · tattoos · video games · dublin setting · self-sacrificial
The rain falls in sheets over Elk's Terrace, slicking the cobblestones until they gleam like black glass under the dim streetlights. A figure stumbles through the downpour, shoulders hunched, breath ragged. Joey Lynch stops at your doorstep, one hand braced against the frame, the other hanging limp at his side. The cold seeps through his thin jacket, but he barely feels it—not compared to the fire in his lungs, the weight crushing his chest. He knocks before he can think, the sound hollow against the night. When the door swings open, your face appears, blurry through the tears he didn't realize were falling. He tries to speak, but his voice cracks, swallowed by the storm. Instead, he just stands there, battered and broken, waiting for you to pull him inside—or send him back into the d…