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Date: 09-19-12
Poster: Liam Quinn
Post # 1
Passing
Time
Rains had fallen all day, pouring at times that left many wet leaves
scattered over road and walkways. There had been a few falls for those
rushing to get from one place to another and not get soaked. Although
getting soaked was inevitable. Liam had watched the rain from the open
double doors, the overhang keeping it from coming in much. He would get
sprayed from time to time when the wind shifted, which he found
refreshing. A cigarillo enjoyed whose smoke would scatter soon as he
exhaled. The warehouse was quiet as it was one where there were no
fights, although the various boxers could come and practice on their
own. A few meandered in and out, some leaving and coming back a few
hours later. Wasn't much else to do except sleep and eat or watch the
rain fall like Liam was doing.
Ciaran wandered down the street, having escaped from the manor finally.
He had been doing some work inside, preparing for winter and once Fawn
and Fifi started to bake, he made his escape. Somewhat dry beneath the
oilskin coat and hat he wore, he made his way toward the warehouse. The
weather could change of course, but it sure felt like fall.
He coughed out a laugh seeing the wet rat that Ciaran made heading his
way. "What you need is a good woman to take care of you. Make a
nest of your own.." he was really trying not to grin but losing the
battle.
"Shuddup, Liam. I get to hear enough about settling down at
home." He growled, then stepped into the shelter of the building.
"Another month or two and we'll be seeing snow." He sighed as
he took off the coat and hat and stuck them both on a nail.
"Working on getting firewood will have to wait until after the rain
stops."
Which only had him laughing more as he tossed what was left of the
cigarillo out into the street before burning his fingers. The
sizzle was short hitting the puddle and the leaves wrapped in such a way
they would disintegrate into the soil beneath. "At least when you
settle down, you can leave the manor for a home of your own. I have to
wait for Fawn and Fifi to get married before they leave." So there
was a plus in it for Ciar if he ever decided to take that road. He
turned back into the warehouse where it was warm and dry. "I
have some of Hazel's stew warming on the pop belly stove over
there." Which Ciar knew where he meant. There were mugs aside it and
a ladle to scoop some into the mug with. "I was all set to chop the
wood in the back but the rains came so only got some done very early
this morning." He was over to pour himself a cup of coffee which
was also available.
"I wouldn't marry just to leave. Truth is I could just leave if I
wanted. And there is no reason for you to wait." He gave his
brother a grin as he added. "Just an excuse, Liam." He was
grateful for both the stew and the coffee. Usually he didn't mind the
cold but tonight was different for some reason.
"No reason for me to wait? Throw the two out now?.. or marry them
off?" Which the statement could be taken a few ways. He took the
first hot sip of the coffee, hot enough but at least didn't burn.
"You could marry them off, but there's plenty of room for all of
us." He blew on the stew then looked up. "Or are you afraid of
the conflict that another woman would cause?" A house with three
arguing females. Ouch! "I think if you met a lass that you fell in
love with, Evan and I could move out. There are a few smaller places
around." He took a bite, chewed then swallowed. "Besides, it's
one with Fawn but I'm not too sure Fiona will be so lucky." She
wasn't that old but she sure seemed like she was at times.
"That makes my head hurt just hearing the possibility. I could
leave you and your wife along with our sister and Fifi in the mansion
and I'll build myself a new one.." once again he couldn't help the
grin.
"That would work too." Ciaran laughed and shrugged. "Only
there won't be a wife." He reached over to punch Liam in the
shoulder, but was a little too far away. "I don't think I could
fall in love again. I mean, everyone says your first love is the
best." Never mind that he had a crush on the teacher who tried to
control the bunch of hooligans back in their village.
Which had his coffee slosh as he held it out towards Ciar then. Might
get some on him but who'd notice for he was wet already. "Aye, Nay?
You'll curse yourself down the isle." Giving a firm nod if one were
superstitious, it would indeed happen. "You were in love?"
Which had dark brows in the rise. "When? Where? Who?" He
wanted to know!
Ciaran nearly choked when Liam asked then started to laugh. "You
don't remember me mooning over Miss Felicity, the teacher? Mum was ready
to smack me over the head with a broom, but then Miss went off and got
married. Broke my heart for all of one day." Funny now, but it
wasn't to him then.
"Pffffttttttttttt," shaking his head, "every single male
in her class was mooning over her except Timmy who liked the sheep. So,
that doesn't count. That was a crush, not love."
"Was to me." Ciaran chuckled then shrugged. "What about
you, you ever been in love?" He had to think a moment. There had
been a few comely lasses, but he hadn't been in love with any of them.
"Maybe I started falling for Marybeth, but she had her cap set for
Michael." He grinned. "And she was an older woman after
all."
"You should be glad about that, skinny little thing that blew up
three times her size after getting Michael hooked. Worse, she kept a
hovel of a home instead of clean. At least Fifi and Fawn like a clean
house," even if they had maids to do most of it, directing them. He
was trying to recall, "it's been so long ago, can't say I was ever
in love. Only passing fancies that died off quick enough when I knew I
could have the lass," which he gave a shrug of his shoulder.
Sometimes he worried on himself for that outlook but not too long.
"Maybe we're both older and wiser." Ha! Ciaran just hid his
grin by taking a drink of the coffee. "What would you look for in a
lass? I mean, if you could pick and not have your heart override your
head?" This time he just smiled. "I think I'd like an Indian
lass. From one of the tribes where the women make the rules, except when
it comes to war."
"You must be comfortable around Fifi then, wanting to be ruled by a
female. Maybe you should marry her..." oh, he just walked right
into that one. Then all seriousness while he thought on it,
"well, I wish one that can keep a clean house. Not nag me. Give me
a massage after a long day, not minding my boxing or consequential
bruises. One that doesn't mind if I do a bit o' drinking now and then
but not too often a binge." The list could go on but he probably
already ruled out any female alive.
He nearly snorted into his coffee but managed not to and laughed.
"I mean one who would be equal with me, Liam, and would take me as
I am. Not try to change me." He pointed at his brother and nodded.
"You nailed that. All those things." He lifted his coffee mug.
"To a dream that we'll probably never find." Poor lasses would
have to put up with a lot from these two.
He raised his mug to the toast, "and be you the first if it should
change! Then I can see how you do.." before ever going there
himself. He was grinning too.
"Ain't gonna happen, brother mine." Famous last words? Ciar
had a habit of making himself look unkempt and rough. On purpose!
"So, if it stops raining, I guess we get to chop more wood?"
At least they had hired a man to see to the gardens.
"Aye?" Chuckling as he finished off his coffee and put the mug
in a dishpan of water to rinse out before hanging it back on the hook he
got it from. "Time to head back and best we go in through the mud
room or we'll never hear the end of it.." talk about nagging.
"At least the rain has let up, might get there before it decides to
start again." Which he grabbed up his slicker to don, leaving the
closing of the warehouse to Bubba, a man who fitted his name and took
care of the grunt work around the place that Liam didn't have time to.
"Aye, sleep sounds good." He grabbed his coat and hat after
taking care of his own dish and mug. "Still muddy." Just a
smile grumble but it was just something he did. Folks might think he was
sick if he didn't.
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