brinahoige-blog

[brinahoige-blog]

[brinahoige-blog]

Sean: Alright, don’t need the lecture again. See ya back at camp.

[brinahoige-blog]

i’m smart but i do dumb shit anyway

[brinahoige-blog]

BREAKING NEWS: Sean is awake!!

[brinahoige-blog]

buckthorns‌:

“Oh, I beg to differ.”

He’s practically smoldering as much as the fire is. He hadn’t started the argument, but he was sure as hell going to be the one that finished it. After sitting through hour and hour of speech course to correct the “nasty little flaws” in his vocalization; his accent, he felt he was rather entitled to be furiously defensive.

“You call those boots? Dear god, man! And that’s no coat, that’s a bunch of holes sewn together, that’s what that is.”

      “ Y’ think what you’re wearin’ is better, do ya?  Y’ look like the fools           we rob blind. “

      Still, the comment about his jacket has him shifting a little, has him         tugging at the sleeves and lapels to try and settle it a bit closer to         his frame.  It didn’t really bother him, he knew that he’d worn several         places clear through, but the comment had reminded him that he         was wearing it, had made him notice the uncomfortable way it was         bunched up in the crook of his arm and behind his neck.

      “ If I didn’ know better, I’d have knocked you out weeks back an’ gone           through your things. “

[brinahoige-blog]

buckthorns‌:

“I am saying it, the way it is meant to be said.” “But — please. Do ENLIGHTEN me on my pronunciation, for all you don’t know how to bloody spell, you are surely expert on running your mouth. And that’s rich, coming from me, but you wouldn’t know the first thing about that, of course.”

      “ I don’ fuckin’ need to know how t’read this shite, I know how t’speak. “

      It doesn’t take a lot get get him riled, but hearing people say words from         his home wrong was something that seemed to skip the fuse all together.         He can’t be sure as to if Josiah is actually a fucking englishman or not,         but even without the confirmation his anger is boiling.

      “ Don’t need to be rich neither, I got a coat and boots an’ a place to sleep           I don’t need no fuckin’ manor. “

[brinahoige-blog]

romanticnovelist‌:

“Well then how am I supposed to say it, then? I don’t have the – the Irish dialect you do, Sean.”

     “ Y’just said ‘ sid hee’.  we’re talkin’ about the fae folk, yeah?  Then It’s just shee. “

[brinahoige-blog]

      “ No -- No.  You’re sayin’ it wrong. “

[brinahoige-blog]

*drinks coffee until I am shaking* I’m coping

[brinahoige-blog]

Did you know that the Irish are 100% more likely to catch LUMBAGO?

      “ I know the Irish are 100% more likely to liven up a party but lumbago ?          M’not so sure about that… Actually, I’m not sure what that is. “

[brinahoige-blog]

[brinahoige-blog]

Concept: looking at the stars while your boyfriend is kissing your neck.

[brinahoige-blog]

buckthorns‌:

Giving a faux pout, he leaned his head on his palm, Trelawny’s eyes alight with utter and complete restlessness. “Boring! Nobody in this bloody camp ever has anything to talk about. How do you even get by? Quite like talking to a stone wall, it’s killing your conversational skills, you’re going to go to talk your way out of a situation and just squawk, like a choked bird, i’m telling you! — at least Gwydion neighs in agreement with me!”

      “ ---’m not gonna neigh at ya. “

      He’s having a hard time following what the other man is saying, so rather         than address it he just winds up commenting on the last part of the ramble,         shifting how he’s sitting at the table to be lying instead, head resting in his         arms with a heavy huff.

      He was tired.  And sore.

      “ I can talk m’self outta situations jus’ fine. “

[brinahoige-blog]

romanticnovelist‌:

@brinahoige

“You did a great job finding that lead on the stagecoach, Sean!” It only felt right to congratulate him for a job well done. She knew how hesitant he was to let Arthur tag along, after all. “Thank you again for letting me join you. I know you could’ve invited Karen or Tilly or any of the other girls. It’s nice to know I’m needed outside of picking pockets.”

      “ I’m good at findin’ a lots of things, you know. “

      But he does love the praise, the appreciation.  It’s not very often that he         gets it, most of it falls to Arthur or John, the prized boys, even if he’d         been the one to sniff out the marks... So sure, he’s not getting praised         by Dutch, but anything was good at this point.

      “S’fun, wasn’t it?  Should tell Arthur you want t’do more. “

[brinahoige-blog]

charmedgun‌:

she hesitates.  arching a brow, she studies him more critically ———  her annoyance slowly replaced with concern.  shhh, don’t tell anyone.  she debates internally for a few moments, on whether or not to pry. but of course, karen being karen, and this being sean …     “   what’s wrong ?   ”     and oh, she’s softer, this time. 

@brinahoige  (  source.  )

      Now it’s his turn to contemplates, to try to decide exactly how much he wants         her to know about whats going on, but he’s never been very good at hiding         anything from the gang, from Karen.   So with a deep breath Sean lifts his         still warm coffee and presses the tin cup against his cheek before talking         again, softer as well.

      The less he moves his jaw, the less it hurt after all.

      “ --Should go to a doc, I think.  The liquor ain’t helpin’ much anymore.“

[brinahoige-blog]

Pouring Forth Oil IV

Chapter II