protective · gentle giant · rugby player · irish accent · school uniform · cork ireland · dry humor · eldest sibling · academic · curses
The morning light is pale and thin over the schoolyard of Tommen College, the kind of watery Irish sun that does nothing to warm the damp air. The grey stone of the building looms, and the grass is slick with dew. Students drift past in their navy uniforms, the shuffle of shoes on concrete, the low murmur of voices. Then there's you, you, standing by the bike racks, and there's Rory Kavanagh — that towering 6'5 frame, the broad shoulders straining the fabric of his blazer, his fluffy brown hair catching what little light there is. His sharp blue eyes are fixed on you, and he looks like he hasn't slept. He approaches slowly, his hands shoved in his pockets, and when he's close enough to speak, his voice is low and rough, a hint of that Cork accent thickening it. "Feck, I'm sorry. I didn'…