Irescant/Barescant

Sirtha huffed at the Irish woman’s words. She knew that she was on pain medication, but she didn’t like the other insinuating she short. She knew she was. She was petite and short, but she didn’t like others pointing that out. “I’m not a leprechaun, you carrot top.” The blond huffed again, making sure her friend stayed upright.

“That’s what a leprechaun would say!”

Sirtha’s eyebrow twitched and she sighed, huffing. “You know who also says that? Your friend, Sirtha, who isn’t a leprechaun.” She flatly stated, trying to find the car.

“Sirtha the leprechaun would say that too, mhm,” Daimhin nearly stumbled over.

Sirtha snorted at her words, rolling her eyes. She pulled her upright, her strength surprising for how petite and small she was. “I love you, you know.” The blond stated bluntly, finding the car. She could say that without Daimhin remembering that later. She was too out of it, so she wouldn’t remember.

Daimhin collapsed into the backseat, snoring. The hospital orderlies finally brought out the wheelchair for her to use at home and her meds.

Sirtha rolled her eyes and thanked the hospital’s staff, pulling out of the parking lot. “Are you awake, yet, Daimhin?” She asked from the driver seat, yawning softly.

She had to be sat up by the staff before they left or else she’d mess up her stitches.

Sirtha sighed as they got stuck in traffic. Wonderful. Fantastic. Amazing. The blond groaned, realizing they weren't going to be moving for a while. She put the car in park, like the many other people who realized the same thing as her. It saved her gas money. "You are so high maintenance." She rolled her eyes, smiling just a bit as she leaned back in her seat.

Sirthus squeaked when she grabbed his butt and laughed, looking to the time. “Actually, that cute little ass that you decided to sit with on the table is mine~!” He chirped back, sticking his tongue out with a full blown giggle.

She laughed loudly and stood, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and swaying softly. “Very true~”

enchantedrabbit

Sirthus chuckled at her affectionate actions and kept his eyes on the time, stirring the soup. “It’s almost finished, TinkerBella~! Then our baby or babies could taste my traditional recipe~!” He giggled.

“Mmmm, yum~! But don’t jinx me! We will refer to it as a singular baby until proven otherwise!” She laughed, burying her face in he back of his shirt and humming.

enchantedrabbit

Sirtha gave a sweet, melody-like laugh. He hummed and kept swaying from side to side, slowly an gently so she could hold on. “Alright, alright.” He giggled. “We are totally naming him after me, though~” The blond sung to his love, sniffing the herbal soup.

She swayed with him happily, closing her eyes contently. “Fine~ but what if it’s a girl?” She loved his voice, and she loved when he sang. It made her feel warm and safe, loved.

He chuckled at that, thinking about that possibility. “I don’t know, but all I know is that she is not dating until she is married.” He snorted, giggling a bit more.

Bella moved her head, opening her eyes to look at him. “Oh really?” She rolled her eyes, gently grabbing his butt one more time before going to get a couple bowls for their soup.

Sirthus grinned and laugh a little more at that. "Does run pregnant make people handsy~?" He teased her playfully, pecking her cheek and turning the stove off. "And yes, oh really. No boy is touching my daughter." He stated, smirking.

“I don’t want you getting hurt, so I made sure to plan it…” He simpered, kissing back before murmuring, “Besides, I wanted to marry you before we went any further. Which is why I was all over you; you wouldn’t bring yourself to decline~” Nolan watched and said, “It’s my fault, sir. I wanted to talk to her about something, and I didn’t realize that I made her late until she told me so.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead, handing her a ring to put on his finger. “Want to get started~?” “I’m done. You know I wouldn’t, as your mentor assumes, ‘dilly dally’ if I wasn’t done.”

Cheyenne waited, surprisingly quiet. Noelle felt her heart break slightly all over again from that fact, sighing shakily.

“What’s wrong?” Cheyenne asked, worried and conceded. Noelle began to fall back asleep, her hold on Sirtha’s hand lightening a bit as her chest roar and fell peacefully.

Cheyenne tried to blink back tears at that. Noelle cracked her eyes open, murmuring, “Sirtha…? Are you alright…?” In a groggy tone.

Noelle frowned and sat up, gently and slowly wrapping her arms around the blonde and kissing her shoulder. “Sirtha, no one’ll hurt you… Take deep breaths for me, please?” She murmured in her uncovered ear.

Grainne hummed and looked up to the man’s eyes. “Well, le’s see.” They grinned at each other. “Ye’ll hear abou’ i’ t'morrow.”

Sirtha sighed at that and nodded, leaning back in st desk again and closing her eyes. “Alright. Sure. I’ll probably hear about it from Vyrx or Ace. I’m being suspended for a week.” The blond stated, shrugging as she yawned, looking to her phone. She shook her head when she saw Vyrx’s text, ignoring Emtrok’s. It didn’t matter. He was going to speak to her about it later, anyways.

Grainne hummed. “Tha’s nae fair.” He smirked a bit and shook his head. “Ye should press charges agains’ the kid.”

Sirtha snorted at his words. "Did you see what I did to that kid? I got him back well enough to replace pressing charges." She smirked, rubbing her eyes as she yawned. "Besides, he knows not to mess with me now, if e didn't before." The blond had stated that with shameless pride.

Grainne bit his bottom lip. “Call me if he lays a finger on ye… Please…” He looked up into his eyes, almost begging the man. “Please.”

Sirtha looked up to his coach and then back down to the ground, but he shook his head. “I think him laying a finger on me is the least of our problems, Coach. I don’t even have your number.” He gave a weak, forced smile.

Grainne sighed and took his phone, programming his number into it before handing it back. “Here… Call me, okay?” He looked back into the man’s eyes.

Sirtha let his eyes flicker to the other's before he looked back down. He nodded uncertainly, shrugging. "I will, when I can, okay?" The blond male looked up to the clock, chewing on his bottom lip, humming to himself. He will have ten minutes tops to hurry home if he didn't want Emtrok too angry. "Bye, Coach." He lifted his two fingers in a wave and grabbed his things, shuffling out.

Trefte sighed heavily and pulled her into a gentle hug, rubbing her back slowly. “I know, ’s nae fair an’ all o’ the crew would give anything t’ be in his place so he could be here…” He tried to comfort the woman and sighed a little.

Sirtha cried as she gripped his shirt tightly, sobbing as she let her head fall to his shoulder. “I-I know, Trefte… I-I-I know…” She choked out, feeling as though her heart was ripped out as she trembled violently.

He rubbed her back to try and console her, sighing out softly and shutting his eyes a bit. He really was extremely worried about Grainne, though. It was hard not to be.

After a few minutes, Sirtha pulled away from him, tears still trickling down her cheek. “I…please check on Grainne. I…don’t know how he’s taking it, and he didn’t look so well. I’m can stop myself from drinking my sorrows away because I have children inside of me, and Grainne doesn’t have to worry about that. Make sure he’s alright.” She flashed a pained, forced smile in her friend’s direction, waiting for him to go.

Trefte wasn’t sure if he should leave. “I cannae say truthfully tha’ ’m nae worried abou’ him… bu’ ’m also worried abou’ ye.” He met her eyes.

Sirtha shook her head, wiping her eyes as her tear flow continued. “You don’t need to worry about me.” She spoke as tears dripped from her chin. “I can’t do anything reckless, so you have no need to worry. Grainne is another story, and he needs someone right now.” She kept her hands on her eyes, water falling from in between her fingers.

Trefte grit his teeth gently, still not sure that he should leave her. “Sirtha… The captain would only order me back here…” He whispered softly and looked up into her eyes. “Because the captain cannae face ye or the res’ o’ the crew righ’ now…”

Sirtha saw the obvious struggle he was facing. The blond heaved and shook her head, feeling nauseated again. "He doesn't have to come back, Trefte." Her voice was low and as if she was forcing them out. She was worried. "And I doubt he would want to deal with me coming there, and if I do come there, I'm dragging him back here." The blond added that at the end, her eyes narrowed.

Sirthus squeaked when she grabbed his butt and laughed, looking to the time. “Actually, that cute little ass that you decided to sit with on the table is mine~!” He chirped back, sticking his tongue out with a full blown giggle.

She laughed loudly and stood, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and swaying softly. “Very true~”

enchantedrabbit

Sirthus chuckled at her affectionate actions and kept his eyes on the time, stirring the soup. “It’s almost finished, TinkerBella~! Then our baby or babies could taste my traditional recipe~!” He giggled.

“Mmmm, yum~! But don’t jinx me! We will refer to it as a singular baby until proven otherwise!” She laughed, burying her face in he back of his shirt and humming.

enchantedrabbit

Sirtha gave a sweet, melody-like laugh. He hummed and kept swaying from side to side, slowly an gently so she could hold on. “Alright, alright.” He giggled. “We are totally naming him after me, though~” The blond sung to his love, sniffing the herbal soup.

She swayed with him happily, closing her eyes contently. “Fine~ but what if it’s a girl?” She loved his voice, and she loved when he sang. It made her feel warm and safe, loved.

He chuckled at that, thinking about that possibility. "I don't know, but all I know is that she is not dating until she is married." He snorted, giggling a bit more.

Erie was slightly worried that he didn’t actually love her, that he was just trying to give love to his sister through her. She held him close and nuzzled into him anyway, because she felt that she loved him as well.

Sirthus sniffled and kept his arms around her, crying a bit more. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t save you, sooner, Erie… You didn’t deserve this life…” He cried, showering her face in kisses.

Erie held him close, though she got the feeling that he wasn’t talking to her. She bit her lip and gripped him tightly before letting out a low sigh. “Sirthus… Are ye sure tha’ ye’re nae talking abou’ yer sister?” She asked softly.

Sirthus wiped his eyes as she asked him the question, looking towards her. He was thinking, hard. The blond was thinking about her question, and whether he meant her. His lavender eyes directed towards the wall as an unreadable expression crossed his face. Then he sat up, nodding as he looked back to her. “Yes, I’m sure.” His voice was firm and softly, and it seemed as though he want her to ask how he knew he was thinking of her.

Erie looked up into his eyes, not sure if he could believe his words. “How… How do ye know…” She asked, her eyes tearing up as she clutched his shirt tightly.

Sirthus smiled as he gripped her chin gently, leaning her forehead to his. “How I know.” He started, looking into her vibrant, watery eyes. “Is because, when I cry or you, I don’t see her. When I cry for you, I see you the first time I saw you being auctioned off. I see you being the broken, obedient servant when I bought you, and told you that you didn’t have to be that slave that you were raised to be, Erie.” His eyes teared up a bit as he pecked her lips. “I may see a little of my sister in you, but when I cry for you, I cry for the pain I know you’ve been through.” His voice was soft and sincere, almost as if she was a porcelain doll, and he was afraid to break her.

Erie reached up, a few tears slipping out as she gripped his hands very gently as she leaned her head into his touch. She shut her eyes and nuzzled into him. “I… I need ye, Sirthus…” She whispered. She was certain that without him, she’d be dead by now from over-use. She wasn’t made to be abused like that.

Honestly, no one was made to be abused, for what Erie had been raised for. No one deserves the life that he was born into, and he would treat those how they deserved to be treated. This woman in front of his deserved to be treated like a princess, not a worthless slave. "I-I need you, too, Erie..." He whispered softy to the redhead, closing his eyes and gently pulling her closer to him.

Sirthus squeaked when she grabbed his butt and laughed, looking to the time. “Actually, that cute little ass that you decided to sit with on the table is mine~!” He chirped back, sticking his tongue out with a full blown giggle.

She laughed loudly and stood, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and swaying softly. “Very true~”

enchantedrabbit

Sirthus chuckled at her affectionate actions and kept his eyes on the time, stirring the soup. “It’s almost finished, TinkerBella~! Then our baby or babies could taste my traditional recipe~!” He giggled.

“Mmmm, yum~! But don’t jinx me! We will refer to it as a singular baby until proven otherwise!” She laughed, burying her face in he back of his shirt and humming.

enchantedrabbit

Sirtha gave a sweet, melody-like laugh. He hummed and kept swaying from side to side, slowly an gently so she could hold on. "Alright, alright." He giggled. "We are totally naming him after me, though~" The blond sung to his love, sniffing the herbal soup.

Sirthus hummed, a large, Cheshire grin drawing across his lips. He had this mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked back at her. “I dare you to take a video camera with you and go streaking across the church courtyard, your option to wear a swimsuit or not~” He sung.

Bella giggled a bit, though she didn’t lift her head up. Ashlyn groaned. “Someone else can record it.” She began to strip, right there in front of everyone. Though, to be fair, it was no secret that she was comfortable with just about anyone and everyone seeing her naked.

Sirthus a finger, as if telling her to wait with a grin. “Buutt! You have to wait till everyone is getting out of church, which is in five minutes. And you have to wave to anyone you know~” He giggled, combing his hand through Bella’s hair.

“Dude! That’s not fair, my grandma goes to that church!” She turned pale at his words, stopping in the middle of undoing her pants. Bella laughed loudly, trying to muffle the sound with her hand.

Sirthus beamed at her, grinning at the undressing girl. “And? Are you calling chicken right now, Ash?” He hummed, smirking.

“Hell no! Get the camera, if I’m doing this you’re getting it on film.” She finished undressing, walking towards the door completely butt naked. “Y'all ready for this? Because I’m only doing it once.” Bella looked up and turned to look at her friend, shaking her head slightly.

enchantedrabbit

“Guys, this is a bad idea…” Bella spoke softly, clearly worried about her friend getting in trouble.

Sirthus tossed the Italian a small, excited grin. “It’ll be fine, TinkerBella~” He chirped, ruffling her hair with a hum. “I can talk us out of trouble~! Sirtha’s in the police force, and she looks out for my moron moment~!”

She leaned into him unsurely. “Okay… But if we get in any trouble you’d better get me the hell out of there..”

Sirthus snorted and waved that off. If anything, it’d be a huge laugh around the group of friends for a while. Sirtha was good at tossing out reasons of moments of explainable stupidity when Sirthus was at fault. They’d be fine.

Sirthus squeaked when she grabbed his butt and laughed, looking to the time. “Actually, that cute little ass that you decided to sit with on the table is mine~!” He chirped back, sticking his tongue out with a full blown giggle.

She laughed loudly and stood, wrapping her arms around his waist from behind and swaying softly. “Very true~”

enchantedrabbit

Sirthus chuckled at her affectionate actions and kept his eyes on the time, stirring the soup. “It’s almost finished, TinkerBella~! Then our baby or babies could taste my traditional recipe~!” He giggled.