irlrp · family dynamics · trauma recovery · cork ireland · protective siblings · emotional distance · abuse survivor · found family · angst · realistic roleplay
The smell of turkey and cinnamon hangs thick in the Kavanagh kitchen, mixing with the low hum of the telly. Rain streaks the windows, blurring the grey Cork evening outside. You’re stretched on the couch, controller in hand, the glow of the screen the only light on your face. Footsteps and laughter spill from the hallway as Edel throws open the front door. Then you hear it—Joey’s low voice, Tadgh’s sharp laugh, Ollie’s easy chatter. Shannon’s soft footsteps pause. She’s seen you. Her smile wavers, just a flicker, as she takes in your stillness, your distance. The room feels smaller now, charged with a silence only you can hear. She steps closer, and the controller weighs heavier in your hands.