|Naomh Pádraig | Saint Patrick (naomh_padraig) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-12-07 15:18:00
|Entry tags:||-abroad, saint darerca, saint padraig, saint patrick|
WHO: Padraig, George and Darerca
WHAT: Hahhahahaha oh god.
WHERE: Padraig's farm house
WARNINGS: Language and probably George and Darerca threatening to kill each other
When Padraig had contacted his sister to let her know what was going on with him and that he would be hiding at his farm house, he hadn't expected her to show up. He had been sitting at the table, idly sipping on some tea when Darerca came charging through the door, looking like she was ready to murder him. He was so startled, he jumped and the tea left in his cup went flying to relocate all over his shirt. "Fuck, Dee!"
"Jesus, look at you," she said, as if she could see the wounds all over him through his shirt.
"Wh-what are you doing here?" Perhaps it wasn't as polite as saying hello and offering her some tea, but really it was all he wanted to say at that point.
"Real nice there, Padraig. You've been scaring me for months, so I'm hardly going to not come when you tell me Lust was messing with you!" She grabbed the towel hanging on the oven door and tossed it to him.
"Right, well George is here." Apparently he expected that to send her back home to Valentia Island, but she stood her ground. "Like. He's in the next room." She still didn't budge. Instead, she rolled her eyes and yelled.
"Saint George! I'm here and you're going to have to deal with it!" To Padraig, she simply said, "there," as if that solved everything.