WHO: Thalia, Saint Patrick WHEN: Backdated to Halloween WHERE: His place WHAT: !!!!!!!!! WARNINGS: TBA
He had a daughter.
He had a daughter.
Patrick had spent the night at Tuck's drag event, but he had barely paid attention to any of it because in the middle of it he had gotten an email and- And he had a daughter. With a lame excuse and a hurried exit, he had made his way home. And the second he had gotten there, he had reached out to Thalia.
He couldn't compute this, but Lyra knew things she wouldn't known unless she was telling the truth. That Saint Patrick's parade 24 years ago, Jem Campbell-
With a strange sort of desperation, considering he hadn't even met Lyra yet, Patrick wanted it to be true. He had wanted kids for centuries. He adored his family and his nieces and nephews, but no one compared to Mairead and Ella. Would Lyra make three?
The second he heard Thalia at the door, Patrick was yanking it open. His eyes were wide and his hair wild, and he was still dressed like the zombie from Hocus Pocus because of course that was what he would look like while learning he had a daughter! "Thalia!" he said, reaching out for her.