twinkle, twinkle, motherfucker.

levi: what is the paper on?

levi: i can write it.

ailbe: it's for my general relativity and cosmology class

he pulled his shirt over his head, fiery messages of pain radiating through the area, only to throw the bloodied fabric to the floor. he took the seat she’d kick out, not wanting to argue, merely wanting her to finish fussing so he could sleep the pain away. he pulled a glass towards him, filling it with a nearby bottle of whiskey before downing it’s contents. usually, the burn of the alcohol didn’t bother him, but today, the burn was heightened. “korean’s, russians— one of our plethora of enemies, little sister.” he sang in an almost sing song tune before downing more of the amber liquid in his glass and refilling it. 

“yeah, pop’s said. replacing him with trav for a while…” he trailed off only wince slightly at whatever fuss she was making over the wound on his head. “you lot forget that i’m actually pa’s right hand? I know everything before you do. gonna be hard getting that through your older brothers thick skull.” trav was due to arrive in the states at any moment and eamon had known for quite some time, but as always with his siblings, it was best not to inform them of anything until they absolutely needed to know. it was a system he and his father had put in place to avoid arguments and punishments that took up valuable time and costed the family money. “oi, floss–” he paused, using the nickname he used for her when he was little, something his mother had instilled in him when she used to call her flossy because she was sweet and full of joy like candy/fairy floss. eamon had adapted it himself more often into floss. “he listens to you for some reason, keep him in line, yeah?”

Ailbe wrinkled her nose at the mangled purple looking skin that stared back at her once he removed his shirt. Sighing slightly, the blonde cleaned the worst of it up as best she could, ignoring any sounds of annoyance coming from Eamon as she did so. Of course he’d see it as fussing but did she care? Not really. And so she began to stitch him up as best she could. It wasn’t the worst job but it certainly wasn’t professional. “I remember, Eamon, I just think that sometimes Murph needs ta not feel like another cog in the machine. Because he’s not. We’re not.” They were an organization, yes, but, at the end of the day, their family wasn’t expendable and Ailbe wasn’t afraid to admit that or think that, though she didn’t let others within their ranks know that. If it was a choice of sacrificing someone who worked for them or one of her brothers, it wasn’t really a question, was it? 

     “my ankles ?! now what are you to think of me ? there was me, thinking i’d never be the kind of girl to display my ankles so shamelessly. what have i become ?” he rolls his eyes, a dramatic hand coming up to his forehead in mock damsel-like distress, but ailbe grabbing onto his other hand pulls him out from his bbc period drama, and more towards the water he definitely does not want to go in. however, the rain makes the offer more tempting; he’s already a little damp, how much worse can it really get ? “oh, come on ! ‘refreshing’ my arse !” he says, but the fondness is evident on his face. “go on then — you first.”

the irish and the scots had not always been the best of friends. history had been evident of that, and now it seemed he had stumbled into the paths of an irish woman far away from ireland. he raised a brow at her response (it was one of two he was used to) before he turned his head to look over his shoulder, clicking his tongue when he met her eyes again. “happens to be part of my job. people sponsor me to look at and post pictures of myself on social media so– oh well?”

open starter for all

“We were supposed to be cooking. But, it looks like a murder occurred in here.”

instagram was becoming more of a pastime than colton liked to admit, and with his ever growing followers it had become a numbers watching game that he liked a little too much. he’d hit just over the 2.3 mil line and he was always eager for more. he sat on the sand, the sun setting slowly over the ocean but his eyes glued to his phone as he posted an image from earlier that day. “that’s gonna be a big winner.” he chuckled to himself before he locked his phone and looked around him, finally noticing another soul seated not that far from him. “how long have you been there?”

“takes after her dad, doesn’t she?” ana said with a teasing smile on her face, since she was probably the only person who could get away with insulting the male without being mauled by his family — mostly. not that she would say anything that was seriously bad. “i’m sure she’s going to be especially good for her aunt.” though she was a good child who often listened, she was also a child who had harder days than others. those usually consisted of her not getting her nap or being awoken from it like today. once she hugged her ex-sister in law, ana stepped back to close and lock the car. it brought a smile to her lips to see how luna clung to ailbe, head leaning down to rest upon the woman’s shoulder. she had no shortage of strong-willed people who were willing to hang the moon on a lasso if demanded. “so,” ana spoke up when they began to walk to the store, “what’s new with you?”

hands thrown up in a fake surrender, travis laughed. “thought ya might shoot me!” ( yet he’d still broken in? some might argue he wasn’t the brightest there was. ) walking over to her, he wrapped his hands over her shoulders and pulled her into a hug. it wasn’t something travis got to do with any of his brothers ( or really wanted to ), but ailbe was his baby sister. he’d do anything for her. he pulled away then walked over to her fridge. travis ducked in and groaned. “neither you or murph have any good food. ‘s it a twin thing? ya don’t eat good?” he shrugged a shoulder at her question as he walked back over. “e’s been beggin’ me for ages and… kinda fucked up something so here’s a better place to be.” he doesn’t plan to elaborate.

Unknown: hell no. one trip is enough.

Unknown: Yeah, pa's working me so hard. this is the only down time i've got.

Ailbe: don't be a fucking baby, you literally just sleep for 8 hours or watch a movie.

Ailbe: i'd say good because idle hands do the devil's work but, you know