#splitsidedmagic

Áedán mac Domhnaill was not naturally a restless person. Even as a child, he'd been content almost anywhere so long as his family was safe. So it was always immediately apparent when he was not at ease. He didn't smile nearly as much, stalking the dojo like a lion with a thorn in its paw.

"Hey, old man, your brother's--"

He already knew as soon as he heard the door open, pivoting on one foot and cutting between a student and the bag in front of him. Without looking, he deflected the already flying punch and kept walking, expression stormy with worry. 

Because I like being able to give neat little impressions of my characters (even if it would take days and pages to explain them in accurate detail) here is a good sensory feeling of who Áedán is.

The song "Rhiannon" by Faun.

This picture:

Her eyes flash open and she feels herself shake as she wakes up from another episode, hands covering her face as she tries to calm herself down, trying to slow her labored breath, and to escape the images that kept flashing behind her eyelids every time she closed her eyes. After a moment of feeling her heart racing in her chest she forces herself out of bed to go to Matthew's room.

It's all in your head.

Opening the door, she is met with the sight of an empty room. He's not here this week. Right. She recalls this in a moment of bleariness. Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, she crosses the hall to knock on Ciáran's door with a clammy hand. She knew how erratic this was to do to the man. But she couldn't sleep without curling up with someone. Otherwise she would be sitting here and shaking all night, remembering.