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Dullahan ([info]gan_ceann) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-10-18 01:02:00
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Current mood: tired

Who: Dullahan & Patrick
What: OH HAI >:D
When: Thursday evening, at twilight
Where: Outside Patrick and George's apartment
Warnings: Creepy Dullahans being creepy, TBD
Notes: Hope this is OK, Lara! No pressure in replying, take your time!


It was rare that both of them went out together, mostly because they tended to starting fighting loudly in Gaelic, which led to them being kicked out of whichever establishment they happened to be in. But they were both remarkably agreeable that evening, Ciara was even behaving herself well enough to blend in.

The sun had all but set as they made their leisurely way back home, the stars were starting to come out overhead. Ciaran was in the middle of turning a corner, when Ciara jerked her head straight up and focused in down the street. "Interesting," she said, taking off at a brisk clip down the street. Ciaran just sighed. He knew she could cause widespread panic if left unchecked, and while under the right circumstances he might enjoy that, right now he just wanted to go home. He really must be getting old.

He finally caught up to her outside an apartment building, staring up at one of the windows as though it held the secrets to the universe. "Saints," she spat as he drew near. "And the one they call ours is inside."



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