Recent content by Lorcán

"I fucked up.." he answered through gritted teeth, his bleary eyes blinking hard in effort to stay awake. He tried his best to ignore the mender and his work. It didn't matter how many times he'd had to have flesh and bone healed in the past, the sensation made him nauseous. "I pushed her too...

"What?" Lorcan's eyes darkened, but it was with more fear than anger. "Where is she?.." he rasped and coughed, sending a fresh wave of pain coursing through him. "I need to find her. This was..my fault." his eyes rolled as he fought against the unconsciousness that threatened to pull him back...

He wasn't sure how long he lay there for, it might've been minutes or hours. He heard his name being called in some distant part of his mind, but he didn't stir until the weight of rubble was lifted from him and his cracked chest rose. It was the most painful air he'd ever breathed, his bones...

He didn't want to move. He wanted to feel the brunt of it, fuck, he deserved it. Pure, cold light collided with him with the force of an anvil, knocking the air from his lungs and hurtling him into the wall with such a force that the mortar cracked and his spine screamed with pain. The weight...

He could feel his heart splinter and crack, and he so desperately wanted to explain, wanted to tell her how much he loved her and try to repair the wounds he'd caused her, but not now, not when she'd been so close to letting the power in her loose. He'd happily let her shatter him if it meant...

Tendrils of shadow crawled over him, slithering and coiling around his neck & limbs, seeking to protect him from the power they sensed in Maeve. They shuddered, tightening around him, pulling him back, but he stood his ground, his black eyes never leaving her as she stepped toward him. The...

Lorcan flinched at her anger, feeling it course through him and rattle his bones. His brow furrowed at the effect it had on their surroundings, on the little flames here and there, and then his brow rose. What he did next was something he might live to regret, but it was an opportunity he chose...

"It is. A mess they caused. They struck the first blow - several of them, in fact. If hurting you was the spark that lit the fires of war then so be it, it was an act more than worthy of burning their entire court to the ground." he looked up at her, his gaze begging her to understand. "There...

Lorcan turned to her, meeting her gaze and dropping to a knee in front of her, his head bowed. "He wanted to die." he answered after a moment's contemplation. "Nothing but that could have made him goad me in such a way. I shouldn't have risen to the bait. I lost control.." he frowned. "He...

He felt his stomach drop at Maeve's decision, but he lowered his chin in a quiet nod in acceptance. His eyes remained on his father, however, and Lorcan could feel the edges of his vision darken as Midir dared touch Maeve's hand, as he brushed his lips against her precious skin. It took more...

Unfortunately you are my son... Lorcan's expression hardened at his father's words, in effort to hide the hurt, shame and anger he felt writhe in his chest. He had grown accustomed to Midir's callousness over the years, and yet was a bitter reminder of where he stood in his father's eyes. That...

Lorcan squeezed at the back of his neck as he paced, trying his best not to look at Maeve's reaction. He could feel it already, and his jaw clenched at his father's delivery of such news. "I didn't actually threaten anyone.." he answered dryly, drawing a look of disdain across his father's face...

Though he was relieved to hear Maeve say she was fine, the sight of Midir's suffocating presence in the same room as her caused every muscle in his body to tense. His jaw clenched at her mention of his father's politeness. He knew all too well the façade Midir could put on, the charming exterior...

Something was off. Had shifted. Lorcan found himself running toward the sunroom, tugged by the thread of the bond he shared with Mae. His heart pounded. Had it stopped pounding so hard at all since he had left her? Golden eyes settled on her first, and then widened slightly as they fixed on his...

Where are you?.. He needed her, needed to see her, to know that she was safe, that she could still even bear to look at him. His heart pounded in his chest as he flew as quickly as he could toward the Orchard, his brothers not far behind. His senses were wide open, searching, reaching for her...