|Eoin Costigan (politicalhumour) wrote in dalton_rpg,|
@ 2012-02-16 20:21:00
|Entry tags:||! thread, @ character: aaron treacy, @ character: eoin costigan|
Who: Eoin and Aaron (and I guess anyone else passing by?)
What: Eoin comes home
Dalton gates The school office
When: February 16th, lunchtime
Rating: SFW, at least for now (You never know with the Irish)
The sleep had helped, at least a little. The timezones, he knew from experience, would be kicking him in the arse for a while yet. Worse than that, though, was facing coming back at all. It wasn't even the reactions he worried about, or the fact that if this was going to work out, he'd have to work just as hard out of school as in it.
No, it was the fact that he'd had to come back. That, despite him telling himself it was for Rose's sake, or Aaron's, or Gabe's, or anyone else's, he knew it was for his sake more than any of theirs. Dalton was home to him now, as much as Skibbereen or Dublin; maybe more.
How many homes could a guy have, and still feel like he fitted into any of them?
Sighing, he readjusted his grip on his suitcase, and stopped outside the gates, looking up at the school. He hadn't told anyone he was coming back, and with Rose in hospital he guessed he could just slip back into their room without anyone noticing, once he'd sorted out the paperwork and all the administrative stuff. Small steps. He might not be as tired as he'd been yesterday, but he still wasn't sure he wanted to deal with reactions to his return just yet.
"I've been a wild rover for many's the year..." he sang quietly, under his breath, and hefted his suitcase, starting the last few feet back onto Dalton grounds. "...And I've spent all my money on whiskey and beer. But now I'm returning, with gold in great store, and I swear I shall play the wild rover no more..."