#mo chroì

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Lough Inagh, Connemara National Park, Settembre 2017

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Sleepsong - Part 2

So, this is the next part. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters. Thank you everyone for giving it a chance and liking and reblogging🙏🏻🤗

Part 1

Mo ghrian - my sun

Mo luan - Luan is old Irish for moon, often only used in poetry

Chaill mé tú, freisin - (Google translate) I missed you, too

Mo ghrá - my love

Is cuma cá dtéann tú, gheobhaidh mé tú. Má thógann sé míle bliain - No matter where you go, I will find you. If it takes a thousand years (it's a line in the song I will find you by Clannad, an Irish Folk/New Age band and the main song of the movie Last of the Mohicans, also Google Translate)

CW: canon-typical cursing

The foggy dew was still clinging to the grassy ground as he made his way through the woods, searching for something but he wasn't sure what it was. Sweeney felt a heavy weight in his hand, the well worn wood pressing into his palm.

Closing his eyes, he breathed in a familiar scent of his home, something that seemed long lost and forgotten, pushed to a far corner in his mind.

"Mo ghrian." The soft voice called him, moving between the trees like she was one of the fair folk. Her bare feet padded across the moss covered ground, a smile gracing her lips as she reached his side. "I have missed you so, mo chroì."

The tall leprechaun closed his eyes, feeling her fingers brush against his cheek. He couldn't remember the last time someone genuinely showed any kind of affection towards him, if ever. This scene he was in must be a dream, something long forgotten. "Chaill mé tú, freisin, mo luan." His free hand lifted to brush the golden curls from her face, the blue of her eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight.

"I have lost you my Sun, tell me how to find you." She whispered.

Sweeney closed his eyes, letting her voice roll over him like the soft breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. "How can I when I don't know it myself? I have lost my way, my Moon."

Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against his broad chest, breathing in the calm scent of wood and moss, the green fields of Eìre and something that was just him. "I will find you, mo ghrá, no matter how long it takes."

Just as he was about to pull her into an embrace, she was gone. A ghost in his mind like so many times before. Each night he dreamt of her, a lover from a time long since passed. A time where he was something else, too, a time before he was a leprechaun, before he was a bird. When he was still a king.

"Is cuma cá dtéann tú, gheobhaidh mé tú." Her voice caressed him on the wind moving through the forest, brushing over his skin like the gentle hand he had felt before. "Má thógann sé míle bliain."

Blinking, he woke up in the back of the cab. Salim/Not Salim had stopped again for his first prayer of the day. Stepping out of the car, he leaned against the trunk, watching their driver turn to the sun, silently mumbling the Arabic phrases under his breath and he wondered, if people still knew he was one of the still existing gods of the Celtic pantheon, would they pray to them like they used to?

Back then man still believed, but that was lost along the way over thousands of years. The last to believe in the fair folk had been Essie MacGowan and whenever he turned to the dead wife he couldn't help but question if maybe somewhere in her ancestry Essie was to be found. She sat on the side of the road, a cigarette between her cold lips, flies buzzing around her head like a crown.

"Allahu Akbar: God is great." Salim turned to Laura, a cautious smile on his lips as he turned to her.

Taking a last drag of her cigarette the brunette gave him a hard look. "Life is great, Salim/Not Salim."

"Yes," he nodded his head. "Life is great."

Shaking his head, Sweeney turned around, stretching his long limbs to get ready for another few hours of driving - hopefully - to get to Kentucky, soon.

"Chop-chop, Ginger Minge, we don't got all fuckin' day." Closing his eyes, the tall leprechaun ground his teeth together before he made the same mistake again and tried to kill the dead wife, which in retrospect would probably end in him being the dead leprechaun and not getting his coin back.

"Ya better shut the fuck up, cunt, or the flies will come out o' that mouth o' yers." He grumbled under his breath, knowing full well she did hear it.

Laura sent him a seething look before she got into the passenger seat, a smirk finding its way on her lips as she watched Sweeney carm into the backseat. "You better not be talkin' in your sleep again, I thought you were cursin' us in Gaelic."

"An' how'd you know what a Gaelic curse sounds like, cunt? I wouldna be cursin' you or I'd never get my coin back." Sweeney grumbled, pulling his hat back over his face and closed his eyes, hoping to find his moon again in a dream.

"Mom, have you been thinking about what I told you? About the dreams?"

Maeve heard a sigh coming from her mother knowing that calling her four times a week and asking her about it being possible visions was making the older woman irritated. "Luv, those dreams, are you sure it's not just your mind coming up with stories?"

"No, mother, this is different!" With an exasperated sigh, Maeve sat down on her couch, watching the lights of Chicago flicker to life. "It felt like I knew this man, like I've seen him before. Like it was a memory."

Clìodhna could hear the desperation in her daughter's voice. She herself had moved across the globe, from the old world to the new countries, trying to raise her daughter the way she knew, but soon Maeve's belief had died out, forgetting the old ways she was taught. "I'll keep it in mind, luv, but please, don't get too caught up in it. You'll see, it's going to be over before you know it and those dreams are just that, dreams."

Maeve could hear the hesitation in her mother's voice. She had been avoiding the topic like the plaque and she had a feeling it wasn't because she feared her daughter had gone bat shit crazy, it had to be something else entirely.

She had been born in America, but her mother was born in Cork on the southern coast of Ireland. Maeve never knew her father, only that Clìodhna was coming to the Americas and thrived in her single mother life. She always told her she didn't need a husband or a father for her, that Irish women were strong enough to handle it themselves.

Saying her goodbyes, Maeve hung up the phone and leaned back on the couch. She needed to know more about her dreams, had to know the meaning behind them. The man with the hazel eyes was there whenever she closed her own, asking her to find him.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to get back to the woods, hoping to see him again. Hoping to finally answer some questions that were nagging her every day.

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