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Outlaw King (2019) - Dir. David Mackenzie

Florence Pugh as Elizabeth De Burgh

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Lord of Lorcan | Saoirse & Cassimir

There was one positive thing Saoirse could say for Cassimir Malconaire, even these days: he was easy to spot. Standing well taller than nearly any of his peers, save her own eldest brother, his silhouette was all Saoirse required to realize precisely who was climbing the mountain towards them.

Saoirse and the children had gone for a walk, today, enjoying the peace of the lake and its white and black attendants who placidly flated across it, as well as the crags and clefts and caverns all around it for all their natural beauty. They'd not been long at it, however, when the sound of hoofbeats had come echoing up the mountain from the direction of Malconaire.

Shading their eyes, they'd all three stopped to peer towards the interloper. It was Clea who had declared him, at last, asking if the bad man had come again. With the softest laugh, Saoirse had been forced to acknowledge that he had.

"I have an idea," Saoirse said, kneeling down to address her charges. "Let's baffle him. Let's play hide and seek, hm? You hide...Cassimir and I shall seek. What do you say?"

Peadar was grave, but even he could not long withstand his sister's excitement and, before long, Saoirse was holding her hands to her eyes (though in truth watching where they went -- she would not dare truly lose track of them, these days) and circling, counting as the children rushed to hidden corners of their native mountain. Dropping her hands at last, she came face to face with Cassimir's charger as he at last approached.

"Are you lost, Lord Cassimir?" asked Saoirse, stiff with politeness, yet unable to shake a touch of snark as she raised a hand to point. "The Riverbend is that way."

[forgottensaoirse]

The Princess & The Serving Girl | Saoirse & Cassandra

This was all, really, a Frost family fault. Like so many other difficulties in her life, Saoirse found, her brothers had inadvertently colluded to force her into this position...and her own ill luck had from there only compounded the issue.

Because of Ronan's wanted status, Saoirse had been obliged to change her name for that of one of the Varmonts' wretched victims, and because of Cillian's impetuous lies, she'd been obliged to adopt the identity of someone from Ormond. Today, Saoirse Frost was Saoirse ó Réimse...a person for whose death Saoirse, herself, was likely to blame. Many Saoirses had been rounded up, after all, in the hunt for Saoirse Half-Seer. It was her own fault. She'd neither been clever nor humble enough to cover up her talent, as other Seers had done. It was a weight Saoirse bore daily, but one that wore most closely upon her when once again changing names with her.

Today it breathed a dark hue, tickling at her ear. My fault, my fault, mine...

She'd applied as a maid, intent upon serving the Staffords, but today she'd found herself assigned other duties. So it was that Saoirse found herself liveried in the rose queen's signet and colors, and thrust through her door with an assignment to dress her daughter. There was nowhere to hide.

While, generally, Saoirse might have been glad to have an opportunity of snooping in the Varmonts' own personal chambers, having to attend upon the person of Cassandra, specifically, presented...issues. Saoirse was, after all, a much more reluctant liar than her elder brother. Still, she would do what she must, and she was fortunate in that she had been given her assignment before reaching the room: she knew just what awaited her, which gave her a little time to prepare.

"Good morning, Your Imperial Highness!" she chirped, bustling in as busily as she could and hoping against hope that the princess would not recognize her.

Cormac Calleary, who had known Saoirse whole life, after all, often struggled with this, and Cassandra was a known friend of his...Perhaps Roderick's own daughter, doubtless a far more haughty person than even Cormac! would prove similar...But somehow Saoirse could not credit it. The princess had proven far too interested when Saoirse's idiot brother had introduced her to the princess as his own servant, and later she had, indeed, recognized Saoirse at Lorcan when, in a panic, Saoirse -- this time the idiot for making her mistress look amiss in Cassandra's eyes -- had claimed that these were Cillian's children.

Today, prepared as she was, she would tell a far better lie. Today, Cilli--Lord Ormond had given her the day off, she decided, and knowing that (since the riots had run off many of the previous servants) the imperial palace was much in need of attendants, she had wished to make a touch more coin...No, no: she had wished to do her duty to the empire, she decided, and take up work there.

Smoothing her dress with her hands to help dispell her nerves, Saoirse summoned all her confidence and bustled to the princess's wardrobe, throwing open the doors with perhaps somewhat undo verve. A vision of cloth-of-gold half-blinded her as the sun struck it.

Has the poor girl not a single comfortable thing to wear? She felt a sudden pang of pity.

Turning to Cassandra, and knitting her fingers together behind her, Saoirse smiled. "Has Your Highness anything you should most like to wear today?"

[forgottensaoirse]

saoirse: 'im a witch and i just KNOW' *is wrong* aklsjdflkjsdfjksdf <3333333 but omg ikrrrr her whole vision of alaric I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING alksjdflskjdfj;FJAD F;J;jf saoirse, referring to him: 'omg what a drama queen' anyone else: '...???!?!!??'

omg deffff agreed!!!! that's precisely how i see it going and frankly roderick didn't have a problem w that #emperorgoals and i love alaric being like 'there is def a better way to do this, if we have to do this at all!' roderick like 'my poor lil bro's too ocd for this' and thought ~that was his problem (SCREAM) but honestly the astairans pointing the finger at their own internal enemies to spare themselves frankly suited ~him big time 'they're taking themselves out so i don't have to!' ++ sowed discord amongst their ranks/plummeted astairans morale ++ sated his own rage and hate and yeahhhh he didn't want it another way but anyway!! i am NOT here to talk abt my man roderick alksdjfklsjdf

that awk moment when the person you're protecting from the penalty due to their innocence is actually guilty...but also legit innocent of all wrongdoings (besides rebellion oops ;D) at the same time lakjsflkjsdf #awkward i also feel like tristan and alaric are probs the ppl who comb through applicants to work in the palace, so it could be it was alaric that let her through? i ~do think she uses an assumed name (saoirse ó réimse, probs, since she supposedly works for lord ormond thanks to that one thing he told cassandra smdh) so she doesn't get flagged as ronan's sister, when she works there

i do think there was a ~real saoirse ó réimse, but she probs ~did die in the pyre walk/was an unlucky bystander or participant in one of the battles, etc., so if she's looked into there's smth real to find, but yeah like cillian, the assumed identity is that of a person saoirse knows to be dead but whose situation is otherwise ~officially unknown (but not yet flagged as missing since obv there's soneone w that name running around etc) bc of all the chaos surrounding the demise etc #oops bc yeah tristan, at least, would def be like 'we can't have the sister of a wanted man in the palace when that gives her a motive to betray the varmonts' etc

"(Saoirse and Brigit both being actUAL seers and escaping while probably everyone else who died probs wasn't a witch just shows how completely ineffective Roderick is at this haha)" sdlafkjskldjfkljsdfkj;lkFJSAD; FSD FSaklsjfklsjdf SCREAM i am legit obsessed w this honestly <333333333

ooooooh alaric approaching her abt that!!!! lakjsdfljksdjf saoirse: '...wtf...clearly he doesn't know im related to ronan...' ;DDD no but!!!! that's amazing!!!! and i feel like she might actually take it less as a warning and more as a threat, given what she ~believes abt his character, potentially??? lskjfkljsdf but yeah that def does depend on how it all goes down ofc but akdjfkjlsdjdsf

OOC | Saoirse & Alaric

ok so ngl i can't think of a ~ton for these two except that maybe saoirse occasionally helps out percy at the palace, and they might mean then? obv even that isn't really meaningful interaction but yeah they don't have too many connections save tangential ones tbqh hahah

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alsdjfkljsdf honestly them ~both being like 'im so into this person but also im alone in this thing' legit feels soo in character for them both somehow BAHAHAHA honestly that's lowkey hilarious alkjsdfkjdsf also finn being like 'ur sending mixed affectionate/bullying signals! i know what that means! we're friends now!' is delightful bc im realizing that's lowkey the way in ~both their families lkajsflksdf which ig makes sense they ~did grow up around e/o etc but still that's ~also quite funny to me bc its all v on brand #idiots

oh, yeah, she def thinks he's just flirting bc that's his personlity, and not bc he thinks of her as anything particularly special!! i mean, i think she probs ~does think that it means he finds her at least passably attractive/lowkey enjoys her company, bc idk that he'd do that if those two things ~weren't present, so she probs does find it a compliment on that level, but i don't think she believes that mreally ~means anything and she probs does believe he lowkey forgets abt her when she's not in his presence (which she doesn't honestly particularly think is bad or anything bc i don't think she thinks that's rude, or anything, its just that he's a lord and she's a servant so like why ~would she particularly stand out to him, kinda thing)

damn, finn, man, that's so relatable! babies are legit terrifying to hold!!! pls do not hand me ur child, ma'am!!!! you can really injure them if you don't do that quite right and i do noT wish to be responsible for that!!!!! pls stop thinking bc of my gender that i wish to hold that baby!!!! howwww has humanity survived is my big question lakjsfkljsdf but anyway!!! fortunately, saoirse disagrees hahaha and finds holding them ~just that way~ quite natural etc!

omg them playing sword and chasing games w peadar!!! and honestly having another adult involved probs makes it more interesting for saoirse on the dl too hahaha tho just entertaining those kiddos is everything to her too <3 i do think saoirse probs was quite shy abt sharing those early games w him, when she was younger, but i do think caring for the kids makes her feel bolder, esp as ~they grow and have more questions/greater awareness outside themselves, etc, ++ she's just sort of come into herself over the past couple years what w the war/growing up herself, etc ++ just getting to know him better/being around him more has def helped w all that too!

commitment is terrifying and so is ronan lkajsflkjdsjf SCREAM poor finn honestly!! alkdfjsjkdsf i defffff think that saoirse is 100% blind to any of that! she ~does see him being bolder, and she's so proud of him, but she def doesn't think that has any kind of relation to herself, its smth she's always believed was in him all along and she's just glad that he's finally tapping into it!!!! and i ~do think she's v supportive of him, and her pride lowkey comes through tho in her own often-veiled way, but also probs lowkey pushes him, too, bc that's her brand of affection alkjdsfkljsdf

i do think that, in a certain way, he's a lot braver than she is bc her courage comes out of a I CANNOT LET DOWN whereas he's pushing himself into a scary and thus vulnerable situation that he could easily walk away from like cormac has, and wallking into smth scary is, in a way, just what she's avoiding, so in that sense his courage is more pure bravery than hers, and i do think that's actually smth she's kinda on a journey abt, herself? and v impressed by! and thus wo even meaning to, i do think his example inspires her, too?

like, for her own part, i do think all the frosts are brave (for the most part to a stupid degree smdh), so i think she kinda feels that she can't really ever let the load off her shoulders, kinda deal? or she's letting down everyone/everything she belives in, and i do think saoirse will ultimately have a 'you can't always be strong, but you can always be brave' kind of philosophy that she's developing slowly...i mean, she's def still tryna lean too much into I MUST ALWAYS BE STRONG and she ~will 10000% feel that she's let everyone down still when she fails to be strong, but i think overtime that's a journey/character arc she's on, and i feel like finn -- even tho idk that she's quite identitfied it yet mostly bc she still identifies strength and bravery as the same thing etc atm -- is also having an impact there bc i think he's someone who, just by his nature, helps her let down a bit and stop and breathe and just have some fun and not be so ~uptight (not quite the word but i think you see what i mean!) all the time!

i defff think any coldness from him def stings quite a lot, esp bc im sure she's noticed he never really treats anyone else that way, and she's not??? sure??? what to do w it??? bc it ~does feel personal that way and????? she's not sure what she did???? and i do think that probs ~does bring out a bad side of her, esp as he becomes more and more a place of comfort for her, bc vulnerability???? are you kidding me??? that's the opposite of strength (she still thinks)!! she can't do that! nopE!!!! and she probs gets v mad and snippy w him in return tbqh #facepalm

i do think she's this weird mix of extremely open yet also lowkey closed off/passive-aggressive bc, like, i think the frost family culture is more like WE WILL HAVE OPEN DISCOURSE WHATEVER THE COST (see: cillian in absolutely ~everything laksjdfksdjf) AND CLEAR THE AIR, but also she hates/fears vulnerability so she's like HAHAHA NOPE!!! and would thus rather be snippy and walk past you w/o acknowledging you etc than deal w or acknowledge the fact that she's hurt, so i think he'll get at first a 'whats ur problem?' kinda stance and then if that doesn't work she's just chin in the air, snippy comments and weird passive aggressiveness, so like!!! good luck w all that, finn!!!

but its ok bc, due to that same nature/fear that she's actually not strong enough, as soon as he's back to normal, she'll defrost and just kinda go w it, no apology needed but ur also not getting one either bc let's all just pretend it never happened!!!! bc acknowledging it feels too vulnerable bc that means admitting it hurt and that's scary, man!!!!!! and being strong ~is being brave right??? so we can't do that or we're letting everyone down!!!!! lakjsdfkjldsf so yeah idk how ~he'd deal w/feel abt any of that, but uhhh, that is probs a thing too smdh

OOC | Saoirse & Finn

so i wanna apologize bc saoirse has a thing for finn, but i feel like her flirting style isn't ~terribly dissimilar from alaric's ;DDD except, rather than full-blown hostility (she's too soft for that tho she won't admit it!!!! she will shout that she's super tough!!!!!), its more light bullying but here we are laksdjfkljsdf

saoirse also likes to think that she wants a man whose got it all together, but then she sees a huge idiot and she's like 'ur a disaster, wanna date???' and also 'i think i like him, ive gotta leave the country' bc this is a bad idea!!!!!! ksldjfaklsdjafsdf but aLSO!! he's a literal lord and she's a literal servant and she's ~is a practical person too so she's like 'that's never gonna happen!!! or if it does it certainly won't end well!!!!' so instead she never says anything one way or the other but probs just acts confusing bc she smiles and laughs w him one minute, lowkey bullies him the next (which...btw...she ~sometimes is just legit calling him an idiot bc that was dumb or whatever, but sometimes she legit thinks she's being charming/affectionate??? and like??? good luck working out the difference???? lakjsdfkljsdf), and generally just sort of tries to sort things out for him bc she's a meddler at heart and has spent her whole life taking care of ppl she cares abt so that's just what she does?????? laksdjfkldsjf

i kinda feel like she's lowkey had a thing for him for like...forever but it was probs a thing ~from afar~ for the most part bc im guessing she'd mostly just see him when he was visiting the malconaires and she was serving there, and then later when he was visiting his sister & niblings at lorcan, her literal mistress and charges, etc, but then he moved to lorcan too and now he's joined the resistance so there's generally been more opportunities for actual interaction and yeah??? mixed results hahaha anyway, i def think she was way shyer, back then!!!! she's def grown a lot bolder in the past two or so years but yeah i do think back when she was younger, the fact that she had a crush on him made her pull a full aoife when she was younger and before the conquest alksdjfkjsdf

also!!!! this was a thing i was gonna bring up w aine but may as well do so now hahaha but you told me ~multiple times~ that lorcan was close but idk why i couldn't process that!!!! like, in my head i thought 'close' meant it took like ~several days~ to get back and forth alksdjfkldjsjkf me @ me: that's not v close, kate!! sdkfjklsdf but anyway!!! now that i ~finally comprehend that its LITERALLY right there #facepalm bahahaha im retconning how i said she moved back to malconaire recently hahahaha she might occasionally stay at the family cottage in malconaire, esp after late resistance meetings or whatever, but given that her charges are at lorcan, she mostly tries to make it back in time!! she couldn't love those kids more if they were her own <33333 and she wouldn't want them to wake up from a nightmare or smth and for her to not be there for them!!!!

[forgottensaoirse]

It's my fault, she thought, gaze tilting ever skyward. It's all my fault.

Saoirse had foreseen this. Oh, in truth, she'd not then known what she'd seen, but it'd been this. She knew that now. Saoirse's dreams were often portents, and in them, she'd stood every night at the brink of a precipice, the jagged cliffside crumbling at her feet as she stumbled backwards. A tide of people pressed at her back, and she was pressed ever forward, clinging to passing roots and rocks and trees to stem the flow as, everywhere around her, Astairans she knew by face, if not always by name, took one long look at her, sad yet accusing, and then leapt to their dooms even as she pleaded for them not to do it.

They were most of them from the Citadel, or there on that day, at least, she realized, now. Every single one of them killed in the riots -- or here. The Guardians had tried to warn her...and she had done nothing, or at least nothing which had worked. But she'd been warned, and that made this all her fault. She deserved to stand, now, at the foot of the gallows and gaze up into each tormented face. She must remember them. She must never allow it to happen again: for their sakes. She owed it to them.

But, selfishly, her heart ached for another cause, as well. Peadar had been brave, for all the world to see, holding his mother's hand, but when they'd begun the hangings in earnest, Saoirse had placed one hand upon her charge's little shoulder. She'd felt him flinch as his people went to their terrible doom. Such a little child! Had he not been through enough, already? She had no doubt this sight would haunt him for the rest of his days. Did Rodrick know no mercy? Must a child's peace of mind pay for his injured pride?

Saoirse had wanted to take that little boy in her arms and hold him, but she couldnot not. Not before all these people. It would make him appear weak. She took some comfort from the knowledge that his mother was, doubtlessly, attending to that very office even now, finally behind closed doors. But Saoirse could not help trembling herself for fear and for fury at it. There was not a soul in this world who deserved less to be put through this. At least the Emperor had not insisted on Clea's presence, Saoirse thought, but it came as small comfort just now -- for Peadar still had, and Clea, at least, would likely not have remembered. peadar, though: Peadar would.

Hearing a voice at her shoulder, Saoirse started, whirling around to face the intruder...and finding herself coming in great shock, face to face with a Varmont. For a moment her expression turned hard, but another moment and she commanded it, steeling herself as she glanced quickly over his shoulder, willing away the tears in her eyes as much as she could and swallowing back upon the tell-tale quaver she knew, already, was choking her voice. Now, she must be calm.

Is this how you were raised? she wished to bite out. Staring down freedom fighters as your father broke them before you, one by one? But she bit that back, too.

"My prince," she mumbled, curtsying, her voice a touch less sturdy than she would have liked, and then remembered herself. That wasn't correct. "Your Imperial Highness. Forgive me...Your Highness startled me."

She stood rigid before him, knew her eyes to be glass, felt her limbs to be stiff as she pulled her shawl closer about her as if to stifle a phantom breeze which her flesh knew not, but which chilled her very bones all the same. Blood of his blood, she thought, mistrustfully, but it was not Roderick she saw in his dark curls or the sweep of his brows, no. It was his mother, the so-called witch-woman of Kolchis. That was a comforting thought, little as she thought of Roderick's queen, for anything seemed better than Roderick, himself, just now. Yet his father was there, too, she saw after a moment, present in his bones: chin and cheeks, and Saoirse looked pointedly away, again, this time towards her feet.

"I did know them, Your Highness," she admitted. "Not well, for the most part...some I did not know their names till I heard them read off today, but...I did know them. I've always known them." She looked up at him, again. "And some of them, Your Highness, I did know well. I knew them, I know their sisters and their mothers and their sweethearts and their fathers. I know all their kin. Some...some, I knew very well."

She did not say that they did not deserve such a doom; she did not say that their loved ones did not deserve this pain, but she did not need to. It was there in the rigidity of her stance, speaking to him, and the too-glassy look of her eyes which no amount of steel could seem to blink away. She ought to look only at his boots and grovel. She knew it. But she could not. She stood upright, and she looked him boldly in the eye.

His eyes were a distinct blue-hazel, she saw, which appeared almost green, and she remembered strangely then what Rosie had said of their bright quality when he laughed -- the only description she'd ever heard of them -- but his eyes did not laugh, just now. They were serious, somber even, and she frowned surprise. Oh, she'd not anticipated him to be laughing, but she also had not expected an expression of almost...compassion, and she found that just as strange, in this moment, as she might have found laughter. It was somehow out of place, she thought. He was a Varmont. And this was a moment of Varmont triumph.

Saoirse's gaze flickered suddenly to the dais where Roderick, lately, had stood, before returning to his boy. Why was he speaking to her? Yet, it would have been like Rosie to wish to ensure that she was well, given what today represented: this was the fate which also awaited her own brother, were he ever to be captured, and Rosie knew that all too well. Had she dispatched her own Varmont champion to her? Saoirse wished, if that were so, that she had not. Rosie might have found his presence comforting, but Saoirse most certainly did not. It did not occur to her that he might have come with a wish to comfort her of his own initiative.

"Did...Did Ros--That is, did Lady Roisin of Malconaire ask you to see to me? Your Highness need not have bothered, I assure you. I am quite alright." She shrugged. "I am always alright."

The Hanging | Edmund & Saoirse

Everyone in Lorcan had been made to bear witness to the hanging of the traitors who had made attempts to raid the palace. The Emperor himself had made his way there to preside over them and while he was pleased to make such an example, it was clear to all who knew him that he was angry that so many had been allowed to escape.

Even now, there were men searching the countryside for any trace of them -- unaware that they were being hidden beneath the very mountain Roderick now stood upon.

While Edmund's opinions had often differed from his father's, in this he felt that his father was justified. These men were angry and, while perhaps they were rightfully so, they had turned to violence. What had been their intentions once the gates had been breached? Would have they stopped if they had had his father's head? What would have happened to his mother? His siblings? His cousins? What would they have done if they had had their own way?

Still, it was clear that those here at Lorcan did not feel the same. Some of these men had live here their entire lives and had been known to them. While he may have conceded that this punishment fit their crimes, he could sympathize, too, with those who might have been against it.

He had not spoken to Rose since the attempted attack, but he knew that she would not have agreed that these men deserved to die for it.

After the hangings had commenced and Roderick had dismissed the crowds, Edmund made to find Saoirse amongst them. He had seen her earlier in the day, clearly distressed, where she stood by Lady Lorcan's side, ever watchful over her young charge who had been made, as his father's heir, to witness the entire event.

To his credit, the boy hadn't flinched or cried or waived while the thing was done and even Edmund felt sorry for him -- having to grow up well before his time.

His mother had ushered him out, quickly, afterwards which gave Edmund a moment to speak with Saorise alone.

He knew that she didn't especially like or trust him, but he meant to change that. She was important to the Malconaires and, therefore, he was important to him. And while Edmund would admit that, perhaps, today was not the best of days to foster a friendship with her, it was few and far between when he had the chance to speak to her alone and he was not going to waste it.

Besides, for Rose's sake, he meant to ensure that she was fine.

"Are you alright?" He asked softly, when he approached her. "Did you know any of them? The men who died?"

[forgottensaoirse]

ok so now that we know sm more about the frost/malconaire/lorcan/calleary/stafford upbringing i think its safe to say these two ~do know e/o and not ~just through aoife (tho that probs only serves to strengthen their connection!), since we were uncertain abt upbringings where we last left it, but now given we now know they grew up playing on the same beaches together each summer etc!

but also i feel like some of what you said above might ~still apply, bc between saoirse going off to work and queen lena dying and the stafford seaside castle subsequently being abandoned etc and aria getting cloistered bc of her developing gift, etc, where just when saoirse, whose gift seemingly developed much earlier (not me like maybe the stronger the gift, the longer it takes to set in or smth?), could've been helpful to her etc!

i also wonder if aria ever wrote to saoirse abt her gift, bc saoirse would've bent heaven and hell to go to her and help however she could, back when aria needed it! and obv she was never gonna be as helpful as aine of kill-kennar, but saoirse's dealt w the gift her whole life, if in a much smaller way than aria, so she'd be happy to pass along whatever she could...and frankly to talk to someone else who understood ~herself too! i don't think saoirse knows abt @forgottenbrigit's gift, so idk that she's ever been able to talk to someone abt it who ~also goes through it? laksjdfsdf these girls really ~do need a support group honestly!!! lkajsdfkljdsf esp now they're being hunted down alsdkjfjsdf sheesh! #thanksroderick

oooh i like the idea of saoirse recognizing what she's seeing in aria before the others! saoirse also doesn't really ~hear the guardians in the same way aria or brigit do, so she has to rely more on her ~instincts etc and i can def see where -- and ill just @forgottenbrigit again for this -- the guardians might be pushing all these ppl towards e/o, given that the seers and the guardians, alike, are in need and probs need to all work together to figure smth out right abt now!

girl power as the unofficial mottot of astaira BAHAHAHAHA roderick: 'this place truly is evil...' lakjsdfjlsdf no but!! i do think it makes sense that aria isn't sending physical messages out! that doesn't seem like it'd end well frankly lkajsdfjkds ofc, i think we ~may have considered the notion that seers can potentially speak to one another in dreams, so once they figure that out, they'll have so many more opportunities, but at present, i do see saoirse helping out at the castle and just ~happening to wait upon the staffords etc as their most likely line of communication at present? and i do think that kinda thing could def happen, too! bc i honestly think, esp post-riots, the resistance would want to ensure that they're ok and saoirse ould ~make it happen to facilitiate exactly that...esp since cillian has probs fessed up abt telling aria abt the rebs hahah so on lots of levels i feel like a check in def makes sense!

OOC | Saoirse & Aria

so saoirse is BIG TIME team stafford!!!!! she's literally out here putting her life on the line as a rebel bc she believes in them sm <33333 that being said tho idk how much she may or may not know them personally tbqh tho i def know her opinions are positive!! that being said tho these two have a mutual bff in aoife, so it could be that's brough them together in the past? im not sure! you'd probs have a better sense of that than i would for obv reasons teehee

but irregardless of the above, i doubt they're able to see a ~ton of e/o now, tho saoirse would def love to help however she can and i can def see her tryna smuggle messages out to the rebels if she ever does make it up to the palace to fill in since, as a female maid, its less sus if ~she enters the staffords chambers than if cillian goes bolting in there as a manservant or whatever hahaha

[forgottensaoirse]

i feel like lil!saoirse was just as sarcastic as adult!saoirse so like...yes and no re: the obv-ness of her being impressed bc like???? basically if ronan or cillian were there, it was a great opportunity, not to be passed up, of annoying them by praising kale but otherwise she was probs tryna ~play it cool~ but lbr, she was little, some respect almost def leaked out despite her best intentions hahah (did these antics probs lead to a competition that got cillian some broken bones? probs HAHAHAHAH)

omg these days saoirse probs does sooo much covering for him like rian: 'who was that man?' saoirse, who fortunately grew up w a lot of antics she was lying abt to valentina dn cassimir and thus has a perfect poker face: 'my brother cillian' rian: 'he...sounds different?' saoirse: 'yes, he has a cold.' rian: 'again?' saoirse, rolling her eyes: 'almost always. he's never careful. my mother used to complain of it continuously, poor woman. worry half drove her to her grave i swear!' rian, beginning to feel this is getting a lil too personal for cmfort: 'ah, i think...someone is calling--good health to your brother!' saoirse: 'thank you' ;D alksdjfkldsjf

but yeah, i feel like they do see e/o v regularly bc of the resistance, too? and like idk how often they meet, but i def feel likethere must be regular communication/contact?

ooc | Kale & Saoirse

I feel like Kale is an only child and ngl, he's definitely adopted the resistance to be like his family!! I think he considers Saoirse to be like a little sister and ngl Saoirse is probably like "this might as well happen" when she has another unhinged manchild to look after!

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Letting out a squeal of delight, Saoirse threw her arms around Aoife, grinning from ear to ear. It had been far too long since last they'd seen each other, but between the walls of mysterious ice and the riots, travel even from so close a distance had been difficult. Still, holding her friend close was all the more pleasant. There was a warmth in Aoife's company she never felt anywhere else, and she couldn't help bask in it.

Despite what she said next, Saoirse's attitude was cheerful, attempting, in her way, to reassure her friend that not all was lost, and they might laugh about all of this in future, someday. "Eithne has made a terrible mistake and, this having been the first and only of her entire lifetime, did you really think I'd pass up the chance to tell her off? I doubt I shall ever have the chance, again," explained Saoirse, only half in jest.

In truth, she was sorry that the opportunity had come at all, but Saoirse could scarcely avoiding turning anything into a jest -- particularly when it was something important. Such things pleaded for an undercut of some kind, and Saoirse was only too hapy to give it.

"With two brothers such as mine, I can assure you, I've grown quite good at scolding the elder siblings in my life. Though I doubt my sisterly chiding shall prove quite so effective against one who is so very accustomed to giving the self-same lectures to those very brothers, herself," she sighed.

Saoirse smiled softly, affectionately wrapping a comforting arm around Aoife as they began to walk. When they'd been little children, this gesture had been undertaken with Saoirse's arm slung comfortably over Aoife's shoulders, but adulthood, and Aoife's significantly greater height, had ensured that these days the arm landed about her waist, instead.

"But you must be tired of talking of it, and if I'm honest, I'm not simply here to knock some sense into your sister: I'm also here to do the Frost thing and make an absolute menace of myself, so how shall we begin?"

Glancing down at the bottle of elixir clutched in Aoife's hand, Saoirse plucked it from her grip. "She's sending you for these? Whatever happened to the good old days when we all got a small reprieve from Cillian's antics because he had to go? She used to say that killed two birds with one stone, as I seem to recall she also claimed he was the priarmy cause of the headaches to begin with!" Saoirse grinned. "One of Valentina's more sympathetic gripes, I confess. He's continued to plague her just as much in my absence, I hope?"

In truth, Saoirse was not so very surprised that Cillian no longer had time for such simple errands, given that nearly all the farm work for the estate had fallen to him, these days, but she couldn't help but feel there must be someone better suited to the task than her stepdaughter! Aoife, after all, also had more than enough on her shoulders. But Saoirse also understood with grim certainty that Aoife likely had simply accepted the burden and, sighing softly, she turned the elixir thoughtfully in her hands. How much was this simple concoction costing Malconaire every other week, she wondered, when they could least afford it, and when -- in SAoirse's own opinions -- the headaches were mostly excuses. If it wouldn't have gotten Aoife in trouble, Saoirse was half-tempted to palm the liquid and force Valentina to make shrift without: she suspected it would fetch a pretty penny for the resistance.

Instead, to defeat the impulse, she folded it back into Aoife's hand with a rueful smile, as the two walked on.

"I do hope my brother has managed to behave himself...somewhat? You know you can always tell him I'll have his spleen if he ever annoys you, don't you?"

Grinning, Saoirse laughed. "Oh, now there is a subject that could occupy me continuously! Do you know, I think Peadar has already surpassed my intelligence, and his sister has nearly caught up. Just the other day she asked me what a color was. I believe I directly slipped into a coma of confusion from which I believe I have yet to fully recover." Sobering, she added, "I do so wish Padraig were back...Clea doesn't know him, Aoife. And Peadar...Peadar so longs for him. It tears the heart to see a child so haunted."

Reaching over, she squeezed Aoife's arm. "But I make it sound a terror. In truth, all is well enough, and the mere sound of Clea's little laugh is enough to cure any ill on the spot!"

Surprise Visitors || Saoirse + Aoife

"I don't mean to push but the bill still hasn't been paid, m'lady," The apothecary informed Aoife as he handed her the bottle of headache tonic it seemed Aoife made a trip to the village at least twice a week to retrieve for her step mother.

"I'll remind Lord Malconaire. He's been a bit pre-occupied with preparations..." her voice trailed off. She couldn't bring herself to actually speak the words out loud that the preparations were for his wedding to Eithne.

"Of course. Blessings on him, and your sister," the apothecary answered with a slight bow of his head. Aoife offered a half hearted smile as she bid him farewell.

Back out on the street, Aoife fussed with tucking the tonic bottle into the basket tucked into the crook of her arm. She was pleased the weather had finally seemed to agree that winter was through-- the smell of the trees flowering filled the air. It was a much more pleasant trip to the village on food without the cold wind chilling her to the bone.

Aoife took a few steps down the street, not particularly ready to return home and listen to Valentina complain about Eithne's plot to ruin her son once again. Her steps were slow. Perhaps she might think of a reason to linger in the village longer that afternoon.

"Aoife!"

The voice was familiar-- she'd know it anywhere. She immediately turned, her face breaking into a bright smile as she saw Saoirse hurrying up the road in her direction. There was a reaction she had to Saoirse that was different than with others-- there was an immediate sense of joy and warmth and homeyness whenever she was in her friend's presence.

"What are you doing here?" Aoife exclaimed, embracing her friend as they met in the road. Cillian had mentioned nothing about Saoirse coming to Malconaire-- if he'd forgotten, she'd be incredibly cross with him.

"How are my littlest cousins? How is Lorcan?" she inquired.

[forgottensaoirse]

ooc | The Lorcan Kids

Peadar Lorcan

Peadar loves adventure!! Stories about knights and dragons and pirates and princes fascinate him!! (he would be a huge fan of lord ormond's life ngl ;D)

He's always had a lot of energy and loves to explore! He's got an active mind and asks a lot of questions/is v curious

loves to learn and I feel like he is a bit of a lowkey nerd

(I feel like he loved running around the shores back at calleary while visiting there, but would also enjoy going to his aunt eabha and asking her questions about the ocean, etc!)

Used to be full of laughter and smiles like 24/7 but he's a bit more serious since his dad has disappeared

he always knew that he would be lord lorcan one day but he didn't think that it would come this soon??

unlike his mom, probably actually thinks that his dad is dead but would never say that out loud b/c he doesn't want to hurt her

he's only ten years old but he feels the need to protect both his mom and his sister in his dad's absence

is even more studious now than he ever was, because he wants to be v prepared for that moment when he can just take lorcan back from rian!!

I do think he still does have moments where you can see his old self and he does still like playing with saoirse (especially if cliodhna is involved so he doesn't feel bad about acting childish)

my poor boy just feels like he needs to grow up too soon :(

Cliodhna "Clea" Lorcan

Cliodhna is only two years old and so she is just starting to develop a little personality

it is clear that she's going to be v extroverted

smiles and waves at literally anyone who pays her any attention

I feel like she's super adorable and just has a bunch of people wrapped around her finger already and aine is a little afraid that she'll be spoiled (spoiler alert, she probably already is a lil!)

she's also v smart for her age!

knows how to stack her blocks and can put together easy puzzles but also gets a kick out of putting them together wrong and seeing everyone's reaction and just laughs at how ridiculous she is being

already is developing a sense of humor and is also a lil mischievous

will probably be deeply influenced by finn and fiona when she's older alsdfjalsdfj

in fact, once totted in the room after fiona when she put a swan into uncle cormac's room and wouldn't stop giggling about it

[forgottensaoirse]

Alasdair Gray, from Poor Things

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give me a paring + an au setting and I'll tell you all the headcanons I've made about that

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What is Saoirse's favorite piece of clothing in her wardrobe?

ooh! fun! ok so i think its probs her mam's cord! so i feel like this is smth that caoimhe made long before she was wed, but its also what she and her husband ended up using for their handfasting <3 since they didn't have much and fabric is expensive!

anyway! saoirse inherited it and wears this whenever she's absolute certain it won't get ruined! so this is probs largely a day off/party cord, but if you know her well you've absolutely seen her wear it quite a bit! she's v protective of it, tho, given its familial significance, and i sorta hc that saoirse was a posthumous child for her father (bc im cruel to characters, always! lakjdsfkljsdjkf) so its one of the few things saoirse has, and could take w her to lorcan, that 1) has huge family significance and 2) she knows both her parents def touched!

every now and then, i think she'll wear it in her hair or across her shoulder as a sash, but largely you'll see it a la the above pic! i feel like its probs got a slightly different pattern/more of a celtic knot made out of ivy and acorns or smth v malconaire-y like that which she could take w her to lorcan so she wouldn't feel quite so homesick at the start! but i def think that's the color sceheme/general look, etc!!

[forgottensaoirse]

Herbal Tea Print // MSaferillustration 

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Untitled Headcanon Questions

Part I You can replace the 'your muse' with the name of the muse you're asking. A random assortment of headcanon questions to send to receiver's muse and help both you and them get to know their muse better. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

What can completely break your muse?

What has your muse witnessed in their lives that has fundamentally changed them?

What is your muse's relationship with sex and/or sexual intimacy?

What is a habit your muse has, which they consider perfectly normal, but others think is weird?

Does your muse believe in marriage? Do they ever want to get married?

What is a dream and/or a nightmare your muse had and can't forget?

What is your muse's relationship with their parent/s (can be biological, adoptive, found family or otherwise)?

What does your muse do to pass the time?

What did your muse want to be when they were a child? Would their child self be happy with what they are now?

Does your muse have any pets?

In what ways does your muse express their love to someone else (platonic, familial, romantic, sexual or otherwise)?

What is your muse's favorite hobby/ies? Are there any hobbies they tried but never got the hang of?

If they could go anywhere in the world right now, where would your muse go on a vacation by themselves?

What is inside your muse's pockets/bag/purse/backpack/etc. right now?

Where does your muse feel most comfortable at?

What is your muse's favorite quote, and why?

What does your muse do in their routine to take care of themselves (physically, mentally, emotionally or otherwise)?

What is your muse's favorite piece of clothing in their wardrobe?

What is your muse's favorite food dish? Are they able to make it themselves?

How does your muse prefer someone else confess their love to them, if they want to at all?

How would your muse confess their love to someone?

Who does your muse consider as a good friend, and why?

What would be your muse's last words be if they died right now?

What is a promise someone made to your muse and broken it that your muse never forgot about?

What is your muse's relationship with their sibling/s (can be biological, adoptive, found family or otherwise)?

[forgottensaoirse]

Her dreams had been frightening and confused, of late, coming even when half-awake, at times. "You mean to warn me of something," Saoirse said to the whispering wood of Malconaire. "But I cannot make it out. Send me a sign."

Of a purpose, she'd made a large offering and sheltered that night at the foot of a great tree, her head pillowed by its reaching roots. "Show me," she murmured as she drifted off. "Show me what you mean."

Her dreams had been terrible. She'd seen her little cottage razed to the ground, its bones reduced to smoking ruin. She'd seen a firebird pecking at her parents' bones. She'd seen Lorcan crumbling, ramshackle stones overturned with root and ruin and tumbling, long-forgot, to the valley floor below. And she'd seen her two brothers, bound and shrieking upon a funeral pyre, the blessed statues of the guardians kindling at their feet. The sun was eaten away, devoured by black shadow. Faint-glowing stars wept silver tears that fell to earth, boiling upon its burning surface. "They come!" shrieked a thousand hissing voices, rising from bubbling cascades of liquid fire. "They come! They come!"

She woke with a start, trembling, but it was not cold. Tears ran down her cheeks, heart thudding in the chasm of her chest, and, as she looked to the sheltering leaves above, though she'd never heard the guardians speak, she almost believed she'd heard the leaves rustle a single word: Beware.

"Well," Saoirse had mumbled, pulling her legs beneath her chin and wrapping her arms around them. "That doesn't seem good." She'd tried to laugh. It came out a sob.

The rest of the day had passed in a blur, Saoirse ruminating continuously upon what she'd seen, thoughts punctuated occasionally by a splitting headache before a flash of vision. The tree, great and sprawling, of Malconaire cut down. An island nation swallowed in the sea. A great burning pit extinguished. A sword, flashing like starlight, shattered on the mossy ground.

"Guardians be good," she'd muttered, and going at once to Lady Lorcan, she'd explained that she was quite unwell and asked for the rest of the day, a request gladly granted, though with some concern. Still, Saoirse had hardly noted the conversation. She needed to get back to Malconaire. She needed to dream again. The guardians meant to tell her something important, but she could not guess what it was, even still: only that doom was on its way.

Saoirse was inclined, as with most things, to blame Roderick, yet it seemed strange to her that she should be warned of his arrival now: two years after the conquest. No, it must be something more, though she heavily suspected he was involved: it was a phoenix she'd seen consuming her parents' remains, after all. That, she was sure, could be no coincidence.

Saoirse was so intent upon these unpleasant thoughts as she marched for Malconaire, that she nearly missed the woman climbing high above her till, at last -- just as she had wished! -- Saoirse realized a voice was calling to her from the trees! Whirling around, expecting to at last behold a guardian -- as seers were meant to do! -- she was startled to spot Brigit Malconaire descending from an apple tree, eyes stormy with determination -- and eyes bright of a sudden with hope.

"Brigit?" And suddenly, the other young woman was crushing her into a hug. Though surprised, she couldn't help but respond in kind -- it was a comfort she'd not known she needed -- and she pulled back, reluctant for the ending. Her words were a call to action, and Saoirse nodded emphatically, not bothering at first to make any other reply than to hold up her apron to collect as many apples as she could carry.

"The guardians sent you, Brigit Malconaire," she said, half breathless as the two young women bundled more and more apples into the folds of linen. "I asked for a sign, and the guardians sent you to me."

She stilled, then, in her frantic gathering, her gaze finding her friend's. She didn't mean to speak, but the words came tumbling out. "Something's coming, Brigit. I've seen it. Something terrible. Something...something that frightens even them. I don't know what it is. They won't speak to me, won't show themselves. But I can feel them, sense them and...they've shown me this. We have to strengthen them, Brigit. I'm glad you thought of this. We must do whatever we can. Time is running out."

Offerings | Brigit & Saoirse

One day, the gods will come again ...

... and we shall weep for Malconaire ...

Brigit heard the guardians whisper in her head, their voices which once had been loud grew fainter and fainter still, despite her redoubled efforts to make certain that they remained strong -- that they kept whatever dangers were on the other side at bay.

Her last offering had been unsuccessful. She'd left some bread and the rest of the lemon cakes for the guardians by the great oak tree, but Valentina had spotted her doing it and tossed the food out into the rain. Brigit had received two lashes for wasting valuable food (although it had not been she who had thrown it out!) and another three for her "sacrilegious" behavior.

We do not have much strength left.

"I will see that another offering is made," Brigit promised, but she could hardly find anything in the kitchens and wondered if Valentina had been spiteful enough to throw the rest of everything out to keep her from trying again.

It may not be enough.

"It will be enough." It had to be enough. Brigit had been unable to do little when her home was invaded; had been helpless when her sister made the announcement of her engagement -- but she would not let any more harm come to Malconaire or Astaira if she could help it.

She grabbed her bow, prepared to hunt if she had to, when she came upon a lone apple tree somewhere between the Malconaire and Lorcan lands. Brigit was up amongst the branches gathering as many apples as she could when the clouds began to part; the sun shining through again and -- soon after -- she saw Saoirse Frost coming up from the otherside of the hill.

Brigit could have cried to see her -- she would need help carrying as many apples back as she could and she could think of no better person to help her in this than Saoirse whose belief in the guardian had always been strong. Someone else might have thought Brigit wasteful to use so much food at such a time on some ancient tradition.

But not Saoirse -- Saoirse would understand how important this was.

Brigit scrambled down the tree and ran to meet her and nearly knocked her over when she drew her into a hug. "You are on your way to Malconaire? Would you help me? I ... I was picking apples for the guardians and I may need help getting them back."

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BAHAHAHAHA now picturing sweet lil peadar tagging along v respectfully behind, softly reminding aunt fiona its clea's nap time and saoirse wiLL be upset (he's not wrong! ;D and fiona, lady and aunt or no, wiLL hear abt it alkjsdflksjdf)

kldjfalksdjflkjsdfljk hahaha omg hilaaaarious!!!!! ok so this is giving me two separate ideas??? bc now???? im kinda like????? well...IDEA THE FIRST: what if saoirse did in fact asp notice fiona occasionally hanging around (perhaps thanks to the whole half-seer thing) and one day took a big risk (which wasn't actually ~that big since she's known the twins her whole life) and lowkey ~led them to the rebels (all while pretending not to notice bc she thought they'd be a swell addition but ronan was against it since they're literally captives cast out of their own home etc) and now she's like 'oh no! what a terrible accident! shoot! oh well ig ur in it now' lkajsdfkljdskjf this might be a terrible idea bahahaha i just feel like saoirse, of all my frosts, ~is the most careful of what's around etc! however, IDEA THE SECOND there ~is in fact a good frost to follow unawares from lorcan to the resistance camp tho and that would be cillian! he def does come up to lorcan to visit saoirse sometimes and yeah he could def be distractedly thinking abt smth and just...not clock that there're two ppl (one of whom is whining) behind him he def wasn't daydreaming abt how pretty cassandra looked the way she was smiling at him the other night noooo why do you ask he WASNT ;D aldskfjkldsjfdsf idk!! im also just gonna @forgottenfinnegan @forgottencillian

saoirse is...she likes to pretend that she's ~above all that chaos~ but really she thrives on it and she's deffff be the type to be like *huff* 'of COURSE i won't help you terrorize cormac!' and then five second later (esp when she sees him annoying the malconaires or smth) primly suggesting 'however...if i ~were to help, id certainly suggest [insert smth devestatingly insidious and v well thought out that i haven't come up w atm here]' hahahah

like, she's that trope to a TEE where the person can't be seen to openly help the hero, but they're on their side secretly, so they look away in a really obv way while saying 'if you were to see the plans that're right there on that desk by the coffee mug while im not paying attention well how could i stop you' lkjasdfkljdjsf (except in this case its abt chaos and the thing that's stopping her is just her own pride/sense of decorum/primness/general annoyance at her brothers and not wishing to prove them right that deep down she's just like them laksjdf alkdsjfkldsjfjd but she's ~not like them: she's lowkey ~worse bc she takes time to observe and consider the problem more carefully and come up w faaaar more elaborate schemes, rather than just slapping smth together and leaping at the problem like they do, each in their own unique way a;lksdjflksdjfkj)

she ~is a lil bit of a perfectionist/stubborn/control freak tho sometimes so if she sees her suggestions being mishandled or "mishandled" (cillian uses this trick alllll the time ngl ;D) as the case may be ;D she will get frustrated and say 'stop let me do that' and before she knows it she's fully pranking cormac herself right beside fiona (esp bc deep down she really ~does wanna join in, she just wont let herself laksdjfklsdjf) hahahaha

OOC | Saoirse & Fiona

so these two have multiple connections! not only do they live together but saoirse is nurse to her nieces and nephews, and they're part of the revolution together!!!!! so i think its v safe to say that they interact frequently hahaha and we also know that saoirse is verY accustomed to chaotic personalities heehee so honestly fiona's antics are noT shocking to saoirse she's like 'isn't that just what ppl do????' as she emerges from the sea looking like a sea monster to prank her brother alskdjfkljsdfjkad any time she's feeling homesick for cillian, she's just like 'i wonder what fiona is up to' jk jk but either way i think saoirse would really enjoy fiona bc for all that she complains abt all the chaos in her life she also kinda thrives on it alksjdfjksdjfdsf and she misses it, so yeah!!!! despite what she might say, i def think she'd be a big fan of fiona!! <33333333