#adair macclyde

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

The MacClydes playing bodhárns and clapping hands and bagpipes and singing Kerridwen folk songs while dancing around a fire

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Hi!! I dont have birthdays for all of my ocs, but I do for some of them. Ewan and Adair MacClyde are twins and their birthday is September 9, Avanda Alistarion's is October 15, and Nyar (last name still in works woops) is December 18 (this blog is so sweet ily!!)

Oh :0 their names are so cool omg

Nyar was the closest birthday to my birthday (that is in January)

(also thanks<3)

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Brother, Brother!

It was in fact about time I wrote something for my latest obsession... So here we are with 1418 words featuring The Lost Boys and some modified Ed Sheeran lyrics... Enjoy!

Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls, and should the sky be filled with fire and smoke… keep watching over…

Castor sucked in a breath as the air moved around him. Everything seemed to be still, or moving entirely too fast as he tried to get his bearings. His chest ached as he coughed on my smoke. He blinked.

Once. Twice.

The air around him dry and his face burned as his thoughts came together. “Addie!” he screamed, or tried to. His mouth too thick with smoke, with soot, to make much more of a sound than a hoarse whisper. “Addie!” Castor tried again, his thoughts frantic. Right here, he was right here!

If this is to end in fire, then we shall all burn together. Watch the flames climb higher into the night…

Adair had been right beside his older brother when the bomb went off, the two of them and Ewan on a Renegade mission. Castor reached a hand out in the direction his brother should have been. Grunting from the effort to move at all his bloodied hands traced over the rubble until he found a scrap of Adair’s jacket, and from there a hand.

“Addie,” Castor called again, his voice a little stronger as he forced his body to move. The edges of his vision blackened as he shoved a beam off of his chest. Rubble cascaded down around him as he took another breath, an attempt to keep himself alert. “Come on,” he grunted. “Come on, Addie. Wake up. You’re not allowed to die on me. Not you too.”

And if we should die tonight, then we should all die together. Watch the flames burn on and on, desolation comes across the sky…

Castor was still halfway pinned under the rubble, but he’d managed to free himself enough to reach his brother. Scraping soot and debris out of Adair’s whole he checked for whatever injuries he could reach. His mind of course jumping to the worst of conclusions as he took in Adair’s limp form. Blood trickled from a cut on the teens forehead, but from what he could reach… What he could see… there was nothing seriously wrong.

“Addie.”

The younger boy groaned as he came to. His eyes fluttered open, unseeing but he grew more aware of his surroundings as the seconds passed.

“Addie, come on that’s it,” Castor urged, the last of his strength leaving him as he fell back into the rubble. Flames ate at what was left of the building around them, sparks and embers falling down around them as the brothers breathed in the smoke. “Come on—you got to… got to get yourself… out of here. And find Ewan.”

Now I see fire, burning the trees. And I see fire, hollowing souls. And I see fire, blood in the breeze. And I hope that you’ll remember me…

“You’re coming with me, Cas,” Adair said around a series of coughs. His brown eyes held a note of defiant determination as he pushed himself up and faced Castor.

Cas forced his head to turn. Side to side. The movement, barely perceptible. “No, Addie. I’m pinned. We have no idea what condition I’m in under those beams, if we could even get them moved. Or if I’d just bleed out anyways. Go find Ewan and get yourselves out of here.”

His voice was strong. Stronger than it’d been even just a moment ago as he forced his words to come out steady. As he leveled Adair with an unyielding gaze that begged no argument. No question. Cas had known as soon as he’d woken up and been able to assess the situation that it wasn’t likely for him to get out. In those few seconds that he’d urged Adair awake--those few seconds that of themselves had felt like hours--Castor had even come to peace with it. As long as Adair got out… As long as Ewan…

They still had no idea where Ewan was.

Castor could only hope he hadn’t gotten caught in the same blast they had. That he’d been far enough away. And it’d just take Adair a quick search as he made his way out of the rubble. Out of the smoke and the flames.

Oh, should my brothers fall, then surely I’ll do the same. Confined in mountain halls, we got too close to the flame. Calling out… hold fast and we will, watch the flames burn on and on…

Castor had taken the worst of the blast. His body taking the quick second it had had to shield Adair as best he could in the space between the sound of the explosion and the flames and shrapnel reaching them. The smell of burnt flesh met his nose around the smoke, and as the adrenaline wore off he could feel his skin burning. His arm white and hot. His legs--or what he could feel of them--searing beneath the rubble.

“You’re not asking me to leave you,” Adair’s voice cut in and Castor’s eyes flicked to him trying to bring the younger boy into focus.

“You’re right, I’m not asking,” he said, his own words sounding like he was underwater. Barely there in his mind as his thoughts swirled in smoke and embers.

“No, I’m not. You’re not. You’re not having me do that. Cas. You’re not having me lose more family. You’re not.”

And if the night is burning, I will cover my eyes. For if the dark returns then my brothers will die. And as the sky’s falling down, it crashed into this lonely town… I hear my brothers screaming out…

“Addie! Cas!”

“Castor, come on.”

“Over here! We’re here!”

“I’ll lift, you pull him out.”

Scattered words filtered in and out, each own without a voice or a body as Castor tried to force his eyes to stay open. Stars danced as arms gripped his shoulders. One shove. Two. And the weight was lifted from the lower half of his body. But with his release came a string of curses from one of the twins, and a flood of searing pain. Needles seemed to prick every inch of his skin.

“C’mon Cas. Dùisg.”

“Fuirich còmhla rium.”

“They’re not going to be able to save his leg--”

“We have to get him back to base first before we worry with that.”

Now I see fire, burning the trees. And I see fire, hollowing souls. And I see fire, blood in the breeze.

He drifted in and out. Voices and gentle hands seemed to float around him in the moments he spent where everything wasn’t faded to black. In the moments where everything wasn’t dark and the only thing he could hear was a ringing in his ear.

Castor came to most when they lifted him, one arm swung around each boy's shoulders as the twins both bore his weight. His feet slid useless against the rocks as he tried to move them. Tried to take some of the burden off. But he tripped and slid leaving a trail of blood in his wake. And a series of groans as his limbs hung uselessly. Everything out of his control as he was pulled from the rubble.

I see fire, oh you know I saw a city burning. And I see fire, feel the heat upon my skin. And I see fire…

He didn’t register the coughing. Or the jarring of his ribs and his lungs when one of the brothers tripped. Their own feet barely making the path to safety. Each of them with injuries of their own. A ringing in their ears as they struggled beneath the weight of the fallen.

Castor couldn’t even muster the strength to tell them to leave him. As the building shifted around them the order did not leave his lips. Nothing did but the laboured breaths, or the occasional groan as he found a brief moment of awareness. It would have been a waste of breath, even if it had.

Keep careful watch of my brothers’ souls… And should the sky be filled with fire and gold…

Hands lifted him into the back of a vehicle. Reassurances were whispered as a weight tightened around his leg, and a hand held pressure on his stomach. And Castor felt the last of himself leave him. Eyes fluttering closed as an engine was started, and he was urged to stay awake. To keep his eyes open.

Castor wished he could, as he fell away from himself. From the world.

Keep watching over...

[da5haexowin]

The MacClyde brothers decided to go to a haunted house.

[aisliarmacclyde]

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Ewan and Adair MacClyde, 2017

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Lily and Rose for Adair?

Lily - What is your OC's love language? Oh God this is harder than I expected. I'd say his is mostly Quality Time, but also Acts of Service. Like for the most part, he just wants to be in the same room. Wants to sit and talk and be with you. But he's a MacClyde, and their family moto is practically Acts of Service. So the Quality time is totally going to happen while he's helping you clean the kitchen or making your bed for you.

Rose - What is your OC's favourite form of self-care? Gardening. 110%. He loves to be outside and he loves to be around plants. Having soil on his hands is a welcome change of pace from the hospital where he works. It washes off easier. His second favorite is zoning out, head empty no thoughts while it rains.

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I have too much fog to think of a question, but would love to hear about your OCs. Maybe the MacClydes?

I am kissing you on the head and trying my best to heal you.

Random MacClyde facts coming up

Ewan was afraid of the dark and slept with a nightlight until he was 11.

He started using it again after his parents died.

Adair refs the rec league hockey games. He plays sometimes too, but not as much as Ewan.

Carrick likes having his nails painted, but is afraid of being made fun of. He paints them over long breaks from school.

Peadar is learning to crochet from Ferret. Hes making himself a cardigan out of granny squares. Its pastels and little flowers.

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Ok here goes

Renegade Archangels

Nyar Frostbane

Avanda Alistarion

Carina James

Chen Caelum

Jalev McClellan

Jadè Mahtal

Thane Orionson

Ewan MacClyde

Adair MacClyde

Peadar and Carrick MacClyde

Ferret

Marin

Archie

(Honestly so many other ocs but this is the "main cast")

Clockwork Chaos

Benjamin Gibson

Cassiopeia "Cassie"

Jimmy McAvoy (technically a member of Renegade Archangels as well woops)

??? Honestly I don't remember the name for it but I had one about werewolves I think???

Conner

Kennedy

Jerry

???? Serriously I'll look it up woops

Mystery, Alaska Fan fiction

Griz Edgemont

Ngl you mat not get a ton about him. Just some vibes.

On the one hand I wanna share on the other hand the mortifying ordeal of being known

If I made a list of my ocs would anyone wanna talk about them? 👉👈

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Only A Matter of Time

Got a bit carried away... 961 words...oops

Adair looked at the clock quickly as he checked his duffle bag one last time, humming a little to the music that was pumping loudly through his earbuds. Gloves, water, mouthguard, tape… yeah, got everything. He zipped the bag shut and pulled on his sweatshirt, zipping it up and pulling his hair back. He stepped out into the hall and made his way to the door. On his way through the kitchen, he snagged a small tomato from where Ewan and Avanda were making dinner, popping it in his mouth.

“Hey, where d’you think you’re going?” Ewan asked with a frown.

Adair pulled out an earbud and frowned back at his twin. “Same place I go every Thursday night. The match.”

“But you’ve got that date tomorrow night with your girlfriend, don’t you?” Ewan asked.

Adair shrugged. “Yeah. But she--we aren’t--she isn’t my girlfriend.”

Avanda raised an eyebrow at him now. “Yeah? Then why aren’t you telling her about this little hobby of your’s? Afraid she’ll worry about you?”

Adair rolled his eyes. “No, I just-- Look, you’ll patch me up before the date, right Av?” 

Avanda shrugged, “Depends. Are you gonna admit that you two are an item?”

Adair rolled his eyes again and backed out of the kitchen, ruffling Carrick’s hair as he went. “Yes or no, Av. That’s all I’m looking for here.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll fix you up so your girlfriend doesn’t worry. Now get going so you aren’t late.” Avanda said, tossing him another cherry tomato.

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Adair took a deep breath and bounced from foot to foot. He chewed on his mouthguard a little, making sure it was in place properly while he waited for the referee to introduce him. Marin reached over the rope and patted his head, tugging on the hood of his sweatshirt to get his attention. 

    “You’re up against McAvoy again, so it should be a quick fight. Don’t wear yourself out too much though, I heard a rumor that they want to do a double header after.” Marin shouted over the screaming crowd.

    Adair frowned a little and nodded. “Who?” He asked thickly around the mouthguard.

    Marin shook his head. “No idea. Just do me a favor and keep your head in the gam, ’kay MacClyde? I’ve got a lot of money riding on you.”

Adair grinned and threw the assassin a wink and a fake punch to his jaw.

“ARE YOU READY?” The ref shouted over the cheering crowd, “FOR THE SCOTTISH SMACKDOWN?”

Adair stretched his neck, leaning his head side to side as he bounced on his feet again, loosening his ankles. 

“IN THE YELLOW SHORTS, WE HAVE JIMMY “HAVOC” MCAVOY!” The crowd surged, some of them cheering in support, others letting out jeers as Adair’s opponent stepped into the center of the ring, holding his red gloves high in the air.

    “AND IN THE BLUE WE HAVE ADAIR “MAYHEM” MACCLYDE!”

    Adair wadded up his sweatshirt and threw it to Marin, then jumped to the middle of the ring, holding his fists in the air and grinning at the crowd as the cheered for him as well. 

    The ref turned away from the crowd now, waving to the two challengers to meet him in the middle. “Good luck, lads. May the best man win.” 

    Adair and McAvoy nodded to each other, and tapped gloves, before the ref stepped closer between them, whistle in his mouth. The two men stood, eyes locked as the ref stepped back with a loud whistle blast, signaling the start of the match.

    McAvoy didn’t wait, swinging a right hook fast at Adair’s jaw. Adair stepped back quickly, knowing that his opponent would start with some sudden strike. He moved back two more steps, opening up space between the two of them and forcing McAvoy to take a step forward to fill it. When he did, Adair threw a fast jab at him with his right hand. As soon as the hit landed, he threw a left hook as well. McAvoy blinked heavily, then threw a wild punch. Adair put his gloves up to block the blow, but wasn’t quite fast enough. The punch clipped his jaw a little and sent his ears ringing. 

    “I wasn’t completely sure you’d show up,” Aislin’s voice cut through the shouting, and Adair frowned, shaking his head.

    Head in the game, Addie. Head in the game. He told himself. 

    He stepped forward, throwing an elbow up to McAvoy’s nose, then kept moving forward, accompanying each step with a blow to force the other man back. McAvoy moved back a few steps, then stopped, putting his hands up and leaning forward, holding his ground. He threw a jab, catching Adair by surprise and making him jump back, loosing the ground he had made.

    “How about you? What do you do when you’re not buying ginger you don’t need?”

    This. Adair thought, throwing all of his weight behind the left hook. I do this.

He drove McAvoy back again, the hits falling like rain until the other man was against the ropes of the ring, arms up and body leaning down. Adair threw a knee into the other man’s gut, and then he thought he saw her. His eyes flicked away from his opponent just for a second, but that was all it took for him to regain his feet and shove Adair back. 

    Taken by surprise, Adair stumbled, falling over and landing hard on his back. McAvoy was on him in a heartbeat, fists pummeling him and drowning the crowd out. Adair curled into a ball, and winced, his eyes screwing shut. 

    Avanda’s gonna have her work cut out for her… he though as he felt the cuts open up and the bruises start to blossom on his shoulders and face.

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

OC Introduction: Adair MacClyde

Age: 20 years old.

Appearance: 5'7" He has long blond hair that falls to his shoulder blades. Usually he wears it pulled back somehow, either in a loose braid or a ponytail, or just sort of thrown out of his way. Honey brown eyes. He wears a lot of green/gray clothes. Wide hands.

Personality and Demeanor: Calm, quiet, reserved, and endlessly patient. He's very contemplative. He's the kind of person that just seems like he can offer good advice about anything (and usually does). He's a very good listener. If you come to him with a problem, he'll make some coffee and listen to you with a nod and offer his help. He's very understanding. (A soft boi)

Strengths: He's a medic/healer. While Avanda has years of Regimental training and therefore a lot more advanced medical knowledge, he knows about traditional medicine. He can tell you which plants are edible, what their effects are, how to best combine them, and which to avoid at all costs. He's a gardener too, and knows everything about what times of year to plant things, and where they'll do best. He's a very quick learner too, as well as a very patient teacher. (He's very good with kids.) Excellent hunter, particularly good at tracking. (Bonus: he has very terrible handwriting.)

Fears: honestly? Losing his brothers. He's lost so much of his family and seen so much death in his work that he's afraid of losing them. (Ewan to some battle wound like their father, and Peadair and Carrick to an illness or infection like their mother.)

Additional information: When he and Ewan were little, their father taught them all sorts of fighting. After his death, when they needed money, he started boxing to make money from the bets. He tried to keep it from his mother as best he could, and was heartbroken when she found out. He's very good at it, actually.

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

Only A Matter Of Time...

An update! Finally! I’m so glad to finally have some material for this, ngl. I’ve hated not updating, but I think I just got burned out a little. Has been quite the productive time with writing this last month or so. Anyways, sorry for the wait! And the shortness of the update. 1490 words. Wanted to add more (especially in the middle) but I honestly didn’t know what else to do with it. The words aren’t fully back from the war yet. But anyways, enjoy!

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Aislin fought a smile as she caught sight of Adair through the window trying to wrangle the dogs outside. She wasn’t really mad, well maybe a little about the comforter… But she couldn’t really stay it as she watched the labrador give Adair a hard time. A small and golden ball of mischief and energy that one. The German Shepherd, Jack he had called him, was lounging in the sun as Adair’s attention was split between cleaning up the mess and keeping the lab out of trouble.

Aislin shook her head as she set about cleaning up inside and starting on dinner. Just something simple that could be left alone long enough for a quick trip to the store. Two growing, and by the looks of them underfed, pups were going to need to eat.

“I’m heading to the store,” Aislin called outside, pulling the door closed behind her.

Adair, somewhat hesitantly popped into view, coming around the side of the house. “What for?”

She tilted her head to the side and nodded to the two dogs trotting behind him. “Our sons are going to need food. And something to chew on that’s not the furniture, or the garden.”

Adair grinned. “I can go,” he offered, taking the few steps needed to reach her.

“Nuh-uh, you are going to stay here and keep those two out of trouble if that’s at all possible.” Aislin placed her bandaged wrist on his chest as she kissed him.

“You still never told me what you did to your wrist,” he said.

“I sprained it when I fell for you,” she teased, causing Adair to roll his eyes a little. “Fell off a ladder at work, it’s fine,” she finally admitted when he gave her a look. Aislin shrugged her shoulders. “One of the first things I told you, remember? I’m accident prone. It happens. Not a big deal.”

“Did you get it looked at? It could—“

“I may not be a fancy doctor, but I am capable of differentiating between a break, fracture, and a sprain—“

“You’re also capable,” Adair cut in, “of downplaying a problem to convince everyone that you’re fine.”

She grinned a little, giving him another quick kiss. “You can look it over yourself when I get back, if it’ll set your mind at ease, love.”

——

“Shouldn’t you be in your own room?” Aislin questioned her best friend as she came into Ferrets room, surprised to find the smuggler in the middle of a board game with Claire.

“I got bored,” Clarissa shrugged as she completed her turn. “Don’t tell, Av.” She faked a shudder, pretending to be scared of the doctor.

“She’s not here anyways, finally took a day off. Perfect time for a jailbreak,” Ferret added in.

“Oh no, both of you are good right where you are. Avanda might not be here, but I am.”

“Eh, you couldn’t stop both of us if you tried, Ash. You know that.” Clarissa grinned, leaning back in her seat so she could see her friend. “If we wanted we could be in another country before anyone even realized we were gone.”

Aislin sighed, coming further into the room so she could check over Ferret. He let her check his temperature, and she frowned at the result. He still had a persistent low-grade fever that everyone was a little worried about. “I’m aware, unfortunately. How’re you feeling, Fer?”

“Tired of that question,” he said, though the usual hostility was gone.

“Well get used to hearing it,” Aislin said. “People care about you, you know.”

——

Aislin’s phone rang as she looked out over the river, standing in the exact same spot she had when Adair had found her that night and confessed his feelings. The exact same spot she’d been when she’d confessed her own. “I’m okay,” Aislin said as soon as she brought the speaker up to her ear; answering right on the second ring. Not a hello. Or a greeting.

She was aware of the hour, and that Adair had likely just gotten home to find all of the signs that she should be home. But had not found her. And she knew where his mind had jumped, where her own mind would have jumped should the situation had been reversed.

“Are you sure? You’re alright? Did something happen—?” Adair shot her a rapid succession of questions, unable to bite back on the worry that had clawed its way into his heart.

“I’m okay, grá. Geall. Tá gach rud breá. Just couldn’t be alone at home,” she admitted, her voice sounding small even to herself. Truthfully she would’ve been less alone than she was now, with the pups being there. But she hadn’t been able to stand looking at the same four walls. Even gardening hadn’t been a relief to how trapped she felt. Even if she knew it wasn’t home that was giving her that feeling. Or that the feeling was one she could escape from. But she could try. Or at least keep her thoughts busy while she wandered the city streets. Her feet quickly falling into a familiar path, and leading her to the bridge. “You should sleep,” she said, “You had a long shift, and not much rest before that. There’s no need to worry. I’m fine—“

“If you’re saying that, you’re not. You’re never fine when you say you are. Where are you, love?” There wasn’t a shred of tiredness in his voice as he spoke, even if he could feel the exhaustion from his work at the hospital and his shift at the base before… He was completely alert.

Aislin didn’t even try to argue further as she told him exactly where to find her. “The bridge… our bridge,” she said, knowing he’d know exactly where she meant. She thought of telling him not to come. Not to bother. That she was fine. But she could already hear his keys jangling on the other side of the line, and a disappointed yip from one of the pups as Adair made to leave the house again. And she knew there wasn’t much point in trying.

She disconnected the call without another word as soon as she heard the truck start, he needed to be focused on the road and not her. With a sigh Aislin slipped her phone back into her pocket and tried to focus her attention back on the water below her. Not that she could really see it. Her vision unfocused and her mind trapped somewhere else.

She’d spent the day with Avanda, Adelin, and Deirdre. With the wedding fast approaching she needed to pick out a dress, and the three of them had been doing their best to offer input and suggestions as their duties as bridesmaids. Clarissa had been supposed to be there, with two weeks out of the hospital under her belt she was well on the way to recovery. But Deirdre said she’d disappeared that morning, without a word and leaving her cell behind. A usual occurrence if they were being honest, but it couldn’t help the worry that both Deirdre and Ash were trying to bite back on. Not that the worry was really what was plaguing her now.

Aislin looked up at the stars as she sat atop the bridge’s safety railing. Her feet dangling as the wind whipped around her. No it wasn’t the worry that was plaguing her now. She couldn’t shake the feeling of being trapped. Couldn’t dispel the weight on her chest that was trying it’s best to convince her that she was sinking. Couldn’t untangle the imaginary ropes knotted around her wrists. Or the lace at her throat.

None of it, real. But the memory. The feeling. Inescapable.

Aislin could hear footsteps behind her; could recognize the stride and the weight of them. Though she gave no indication that she heard them at all. Didn’t flinch as a hand snaked around her waist. Or when another came to still her own hand clawing at her wrist.

“You’re safe, ghaol,” Adair said, pressing his forehead against her back. “And you’re not alone either, you don’t have to face the dark alone. Never again.”

Aislin nodded, gripping his hand between hers. “I know.”

They stayed together in silence for a while, just listening to the river below them and the faint sounds of a city asleep until Adair helped her off of the ledge. Worried hands ensuring she wouldn’t fall as she stepped down and right back into his arms.

“I’m sorry,” Aislin finally said.

“Whatever for?”

“For worrying you so often, for not being okay. For—“

And Adair took a page out of Aislin’s own book and placed a kiss to her lips before she could continue on with what was sure to be a very long list of things that didn’t really need to be apologized for. “Hush, love. I’ll take the worry, and your pain. And everything else.”

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Late night writing #7

((Waddup its 12:45 and I want to write about Adair so bad it hurts, but the I don't have too much in the way of inspiration, just lots and lots of motivation. Lets see what happens))

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He was choking, taking in gasps of air that didn't fill his burning lungs. His hair was wild, and plastered to the side of his face with sweat.

Breathe, a voice in the back of his head whispered, just breathe.

He tried to listen to it, but he couldn't. He screwed his eyes shut and tried to rid his mind of the OR he was trapped in. He tried to ignore the screams that were echoing around him. He tried to tell himself that it was sweat that clung to his skin, and not blood, but it was no use. His hands reached up to his collar bone, clawing at his skin and trying to clean the imaginary blood away.

Breathe. Take a deep breath....

He could barely hear the voice over the ringing in his ears. It was loud, it hurt him. His hands moved to cover his ears, and he choked on a sob. He tried to close his eyes tighter, but that didn't stop the nightmare from replaying in front of him.

"Stop!" He hissed, rocking back and forth, "Stop, stop, stop!"

But that did nothing. The panic crashed over him, and tore the sobs out with flaming claws. Finally it passed, and he slumped against the wall.

You need to drink some water, The voice urged, and get some fresh air.

Adair sighed and grabbed his water bottle and shook it. It was empty. He groaned and grabbed his hoodie from where he had left it on the door knob. He pulled it over his head as he walked quietly down the hall, pulling his hair back as he went. He took a glass down and filled it with cold water, then took a long sip.

"Bad shift?" His twin's voice caused him.to jump a little and he turned to face him.

"Not any worse than usual." He said with a shrug.

"Right." Ewan stepped around him and flicked on the light above the sink. "You know I'm here for you, right?"

Adair shrugged. "Sure. Always."

Ewan didn't say anything for a long time. "We all get them, Addie. Even Peadair. You aren't alone."

Adair nodded.

But not...like I do. He thought, you don't have to see all the people you were supposed to save. You don't wake up covered in their blood. You don't hear them screaming.

"You do good work. You save lives every day. You need to ease upon yours--"

"Ewan, I'm fine, really." Adair cuts his brother off with a laugh. "It was just a bad dream, that's all."

Ewan crossed his arms and stared at Adair. "Right. Just a bad dream."

Adair nodded. "'M going back to bed. Get some rest, Ew."

"Right. Good night."

"Good night."

And with that, he slipped back down the hallway to his room.

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I'm going to try to tag this as best I can but it is almost 1:30am, so I'm sorry if I miss anything, please just let me know!

[childrenoflight-darkness-nothing]

Slight problem... where I washed the ink away last night I have a smear....

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

Late night writing #8 or so

TW: This bit is about the loss of a parent

((I went to bed with a migraine about three hours ago and assumed I would be in a coma until morning, but now it's 11:14 and that's usually what time I go to bed at....so I guess I'll try to write some? Here's some tragic backstory for the MacClyde boys. Ewan and Adair are 11 here, Carrick is three, and Peadair is newborn.))

*******

She beckoned the two of them closer to the bedside with a shaking hand.

"Oh my boys, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

"Mum, don't say that..." Adair said, taking her hand in his own.

She shook her head and placed a kiss on the back of his hand. Adair choked on a sob, and fell to his knees next to the bed.

"Those two boys are going to need you two, you know. You're all they'll ever know of your father and I." She cupped Adair's face with her hand. "You'll teach them to be soft, won't you? Teach them how to heal, the way I taught you. Use my book...show them me through the pages and the plants and the forrest around them. Promise me?"

Adair nodded. "I promise, Mum. I won't let them forget you."

She turned her eyes now to Ewan. He choked, the tears stinging in his throat as he tried to fight them back, tried to force them away.

"Oh, my little soldier," she laughed a little and beckoned him closer so that she could hold his hand, "you can cry Ewan. You don't have to be stone faced to be strong."

"Mum," her name barely slipped out, "Mum no. Please Mum, please...You're going to be ok, you're gonna pull through, Mum..."

"Ewan." And that's what broke him. Because she didn't just say his name. In those two syllables, she said that this was it, this was her end. She didn't want it to be either, but it was true. There was no denying it. She was dying.

"You'll teach them to be strong. You'll teach them how to take care of each other, and to care for others around them just as fiercely. You'll teach them to stand up against the injustices of the world, just as your father did."

It wasn't a plea the way that Adair's had been. It was a prophecy, a prediction. There was no other way things would go, and she knew it.

Ewan nodded as the tears finally streaked down her face. "I won't let them forget him."

"Good. Adair, go get them for me, please?" She looked at him with a pleading smile and he nodded, standing to leave the room to fetch her three year old and newborn son, so that she could bid them farewell too.

Now that her hand was free, she reached up and unclasped the necklace that had hung from her neck for as long as Ewan could remember. It was simple, a silver ring that hung from a brown leather cord by a simple knot. He could remember playing with it when he was little, while she sang him to sleep or told him a story.

"I want you to have this." She placed it in his hand, then curled his fingers over it, "Keep it safe?"

He remembered the only night he had ever seen her take it off. She had given it to his father, before he left for a battle. He remembered the way she had said those same words to him. He took a deep breath and said the same thing his father had that night.

"Gu bràth." Forever.

She smiled and squeezed his hand as Adair returned with their brothers.

"I love you." She was crying. Ewan hated seeing her like this, knowing that there was no way he could help. "I love you, my boys."

"We love you too, Mum." Adair said, sitting down next to her so that she could see Peadair, "You can let go now, Mum."

And she smiled as Carrick began to sing to her the lullaby she sang to him when he couldn't sleep, assuming that Mum was just tired.

And so she passed. Surrounded by her strong, soft sons; and knowing that one day, the world would be better because of them.

[mrs-mikko-rantanen]

prompt: “I don’t need to be able to stand, I just need to be able to shoot.”

Adair slipped his arm under Ewan's and pulled him into an alley, as Ewan scrambled to get his feet under him. He gasped and stumbled a little, trying to stay quiet as they made their getaway.

"D'you think they saw our faces?" Ewan panted.

Adair shook his head, "I think the hoods and scarves were enough. I'm more worried about them following us." He grunted as Ewan stumbled again, dragging them both down sharply. "And that leg."

"I'm fine." Ewan hissed through clenched teeth.

"Ewan, you can hardly stand!" Adair said as his eyes flashed to the sides of the alley, looking for somewhere to stop and patch the wound.

"I'm fine, really. We have to get back to the base."

Adair ignored his brother and made a sharp left, helping lower him down onto an upturned crate.

"Addis, I'm fine! We have to keep moving!" Ewan complained.

"Which you can hardly do right now! And I don't exactly want you passing out before we get there." He pulled his bag around, pulling out a roll of bandages and his water. "These are the worst conditions I've ever worked in....God I hope you don't get an infection."

Ewan squirmed, trying to stand. "All the more reason to get moving!"

Adair scolded at his twin. "You can't even stand!" He repeated.

“I don’t need to be able to stand, I just need to be able to shoot.”

Adair shrugged. "Fine then. You can keep watch while I take care of this. I need to get the bleeding slowed at very least."