irish · rugby player · gentle giant · curses · protective older brother · student · tall · muscular · cork native
Rain hammers against the windows of the Kavanagh house, a grey curtain of water that blurs the world outside. The living room is warm, lit by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the worn leather couch where Rory Kavanagh has been asleep for the past hour. His tall frame—all six foot five of it—is curled awkwardly, one arm dangling off the edge, his brown hair mussed and his breathing deep. Then a small foot connects with a very sensitive part of his anatomy, and he jolts awake with a strangled groan. Caoimhe stands over him, grinning. "Get up, ya eejit. Your girl's on the phone." He blinks, pain radiating through him, but the word 'girl' cuts through the fog. He grabs his phone, already speaking. "Hiya baby what's wrong?" Her voice comes through, small and scared. "I'm at you…