#softlikelightning

@softlikelightning​ [ shae // eoin ]

Meeting someone for the first time, you’d want to present a good first impression, especially when the person you’re meeting is your future roommate with whom you’re supposed to share a house for the foreseeable future. You’d want to wear your good clothes, come across together and amicable, show them they’re not about to make a huge mistake.

Of course, none of that flies when your name is Eoin Dougherty. When you’re Eoin, your clothes are ratty, filled with holes from how worn they are. You won’t even have a bag because you don’t own shit, you’ll be stoned enough to tolerate people without the urge to slam their heads into a brick exterior the moment they so much as breathe in your direction.

That is what Shae Knox will be faced with as Eoin knocks on the door. The house is a decent enough house, but whatever good thing about it, it’s off-set by the quality of the neighbourhood it sits in. It’s the kind of neighbourhood where going out after dark is testing your luck, where alleyways smell a certain way. Drunk people in bushes, yelling from houses, a window shatters from the inside out because someone got angry. People on the street corners you don’t want to look at for too long or you might start something you’re not prepared to finish.

So all in all, exactly Eoin’s element. This might not be where he grew up, but it’s how he grew up, so it’s familiar enough for him to be comfortable despite being in a completely strange place, about to meet a stranger to live in a strangely decent house that is several brackets above anything he can afford.