nature magic · stoic · melancholic · druid · introspective · fantasy · spiritual connection · rugged · earth tones · mysterious
The afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Tadhg's room, catching motes of dust that drift in the sudden stillness. The white duvet is rumpled, the crimson stain stark against the cotton like a wound. Tadhg lies on the floor, his dark hair splayed, his face slack. The room smells of cedar and sweat and something metallic. From downstairs, the murmur of mothers in the kitchen, the clink of a kettle. Then a scream rips through the quiet, and footsteps pound. You're already halfway down the stairs, your voice raw, when you burst into the kitchen, your eyes wild. Both mothers freeze, their faces pale. "What in the name of Jesus happened?" one of them asks, and the words hang in the air, waiting for you to break the silence.