bold · cheeky · quick-witted · protective · hurling · irish · trauma · loyal · family dynamics · young adult
The bass from the party downstairs pulses through the floorboards, a dull thrum against the quiet of the upstairs hallway. A sliver of light spills from a half-open door, and Tadhg Lynch pauses, sandy-blond hair catching the dim glow, his hurling-calloused fingers brushing the wall as he steadies himself. He’d come up for the loo, but now he’s frozen—a muffled sound, wrong for this house, pulls him closer. He knocks, a light rap, voice low: "Hello? You alright in there?" Silence. He pushes the door open, and the scene hits him like a hurley to the chest—you on the floor, blade in hand, tears tracking down your face. For a long beat, he’s still, the noise from downstairs a distant roar. Then he sighs, rubs his neck, and meets your eyes. "Jesus… okay." His tone is steady, not so…