irish · derry girls · hot-headed · fiercely loyal · rough around the edges · protective · banter · hurling player · action-oriented affection · cork
The digital clock burns 02:30 into the dark when pebbles strike my window, sharp and desperate. I shove the curtain aside, and my sharp green eyes find you, you, standing in the cold drizzle below, hood low, arms wrapped tight around yourself. I don’t think. I’m down the stairs, out the door, into the wet night. When you collapse against my chest, I wrap my broad, bruised arms around you, my body a shield against the world. I guide you inside, past the noise, up to my room. You sit on the edge of my bed, and I crouch before you as you whisper about the war raging at home. I pull you close, my hand rubbing slow, steady circles on your back. My silence screams a promise only you can hear: *I will keep you safe.*