#;killick

killick.

I was young and I thought I knew everything it's so hard to change a fool's mind when you're stubborn by nature and quick to the draw and you're full of inherited pride. but some lessons come harder than others and some senses are harder to find. your troubles won't end when you're saved by the bell you'll still answer to those you defied.

task 001 || the killick family home

the killick family has been living on the cliffs of galway for as long as history has been recorded. no one in the family can quite agree when the old, original stonework was actually erected, but even the ghosts seem to agree that it was the third family home on the property and the only one that managed to withstand the tests of time. several additions to the main building have been added over the generations making the home slowly and slowly more grand and labyrinthian. it shifted the architecture from a castle to something different and hard to define, whimsical and mythic all at once. at points, three or four branches of the killick family would all live together at once and more than one generation of each. truly, in all ways, it was a family home.

lavender fields surround the far reaching yard, there is a vineyard in the east property, and wild irish roses have long grown in the vines that creep into the stones and around the window panes. there is a mausoleum in the south of the property where nearly every family member has been buried since, as legend would say, the morrigan herself. likely, it’s why every corner of the house has always been filled with familial ghosts laughing and teasing and drinking well into the nights surrounded by their more lively posterity. their portraits, both photograph and painting, hang on every conceivable wall.