ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴀʀᴄɪssɪsᴍ

meet ciaran hayes o’connell ⎼

google doc.

pinterest board.

“See, no one more philosphical than a high school lacrosse coach,” Nico jokes, amused by his own humor even if Cicaran isn’t. “Listen, I’ll be the first to say we’re not here to make friends, but winning the case will be easier with a little bit of blind faith that I won’t intentionally screw you.”

“Oh, come on, a little good nature fun never killed anyone, O’Connell.” As charismatic as he could be, making friends was proving to be a bit of an Achilles heel for him. “Well, how does that saying go, teamwork makes the dreamwork or whatever nonsense?”

“Yeah!” Seven emphatically agrees. Solomon’s jobs range, long deliveries to many small errands. It can keep him occupied all night, then Solomon is usually graceful enough to give Seven a longer time without his ability. Check. Huh?

“What?” his attention snaps back down to the board. He made an obvious mistake there, didn’t he? Seven laughs, suddenly. “Oops! Or well done.” Shaking his head with a smile, Seven resets the clock, “Best of three?”

martha raised a brow, the corners of her mouth slightly curled upwards. “you mentioned them,” she pointed out. ciarán was a fascination to her. she wondered if he’s ever had to scrub off blood from under his nails. “alright. let’s go back to your love life then. anybody caught your eye recently? or have you decided to die alone? you know, the world is ending. better act fast, before it fucks you first.”

He snorted. “You still have enough energy to be sarcastic, huh.” Him too but he was sure that his energy would disappear as soon as he was back home. “If it makes you feel better, I got him back from you. Stabbed the guy in the leg.”

“Well, it’s about time someone recognizes genius,” He jokes, his tone bordering on something obnoxiously vain. “I think I can manage that. Seems like a simple enough job.”

 ❛ yah, no! i definitely feel that one! most people that don’t play, don’t realize just how much goes into learning different instruments! it’s crazy how time consuming it is. ❜ damn it’s awesome being able to talk playing instruments with someone new, just in general it’s friggin awesome talking instruments. ❛ my second oldest sister, is actually a concert pianist. everything i know about them is what she’s told me, but like …. if you want a second opinion on picking one out, i got nothin’ better to do. ❜

‘I’m a lawyer.’ Seven waits for him to elaborate. He doesn’t. As much as he’s enjoying a game of chess, Seven might have to look for someone more talkative next time. Although it’s probably a good thing if his focus were on winning the game. Ciaran’s doing a hell of a lot better. He asks if he’d be interested in playing during the week, a funny proposition to make to a stranger. Unfortunately, Seven can never predict when Solomon has a job for him. When Seven can get his human face for some time.

“I, uh, have a weird work schedule—” Not a lie, it works! “—I might come round here more often though. Leave it up to fate!” Seven jokes, with a smile. He makes his next move, unaware he’s just put a massive opening in his defences for Ciaran to swoop in. 

ciarán could have offered up a further explanation, but they were there to play chess - not to discuss his employment. besides, he knew better than to blindly advertise where he worked. surely the other would understand. he was getting distracted, perhaps it was the other’s strategy. he blinked, returning his focus to the chess board. 

now that amused her. “call what? a spade a spade? come on, ciarán. you can, at least, be self-aware.” does he know what brandt and goetsch are doing for essex? and when the time comes when the brotherhood’s next target will be them, what then? will ciarán betray his allegiance to the cause? she wasn’t exactly a snitch—but a few people might be interested in this… conflict of interest. “yes, but, it’s just as they hoped you’d do, isn’t it?”

LOCATION && WITH WHOM : : IN THE CAR W / @combustiibles​

“So what was that guy?” He asked him, glancing over at Ciaran who sat beside him. “He had you on the floor, guessing because of his ability?” He almost put Daichi to his knees before Daichi stabbed him in the leg. 

❛ HOLD ME, ❜ is all maxine says, because there’s not much else to say. not when she’s had one of the most devastating evenings of her life. she doesn’t even remember how she got here—she only remembers fragments of her storming out of solomon’s office, telling chuck to drive to ciarán’s apartment, and fumbling for the spare key he’d given her to let herself inside. it all felt like she’d scrubbed through the entire evening, because what else matters right now ? ❛ i feel… ciarán, i feel— ❜ physically fucking ill, is what maxine feels, and she can’t let it out. she doesn’t know how to, and it shows with how her breathing starts and stops as her eyes search for his. her body’s nestled against his, wanting to bury herself in him, ❛ i can’t breathe. ❜

normally ciarán made a point of not falling asleep on his couch - but some nights it was unavoidable. on this particular night, he’d been catching up on old case files when he’d dozed off. which, if he were to think about it, did make a fair amount of sense. reading through cases was far from exciting. even vader had grown bored and wandered off. 

if he hadn’t been startled awake by someone banging on his door, he would’ve spent the entire night on the couch. still, he was hardly pleased, a groan escaping from his lips as he reluctantly sat up. he’d barely had time to process what was happening, let alone make an attempt to answer the door when he heard a key in the lock.