|Saint Patrick ☘ (shamrocked_) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2016-12-31 23:40:00
|Entry tags:||-abroad, famine, saint patrick|
WHO: Patrick and Famine
WHAT: Hiding on the farm for New Years
WHERE: The farm in Ireland
WARNINGS: Welp, swearing, alcohol, and sex
After begging Hermes to let him see Clio, and the subsequent beating Hermes had had to administer to get Patrick to stop, leaving the country seemed like the best idea. Sure he could only be gone for two weeks, but maybe by then Clio would be back? It was unlikely, but Patrick wanted to believe...
To that end, Patrick had bundled himself off to Ireland with the twins and an small entourage in tow, consisting of Mairead, Famine and George. Ella was safely with Jacob, who was being incredible through everything. Patrick had met Padraig and the Scottish Andrew in Dublin and somehow convinced his brothers to take the twins for a few days so he could head to the farm by himself. He just wanted a few days to wallow and it was hard when the twins were being so cute. Since no one was really pleased with the idea of Patrick going anywhere by himself, Famine headed out to the farm with him, with the promise that his brothers, Mairead and the babies would follow a few days later.
Of course, now there was only one other person to distract him from the fact that Clio was just dead and while that had sounded somehow like a great idea to begin with, now that they were in the middle of nowhere, it was less great. In times of grief, there was always Patrick's oldest vice, and to that end he had been drinking since ten in the morning.
He was standing near one of the stables, staring at a weathered pole which buried deep into the ground. He took a deep swig from his bottle of whiskey and glowered at the pole. "Fuck you!" he hissed at it.
He pole said nothing.