"Most days I remember... I'm not crazy."

Indie RP blog. Multi-fandom friendly. OC-friendly. Tracking tag: cillianeyre

[childofdiscordanddarkness]

“I don’t know when they’ll be back.” He replied. “Niall was pretty stressed when they left. Then again, so was Irial, but hey, he gets that way anytime Niall holds out on sex.” He shrugged then, his eyes drifting to a window, “I’m here because Irial put me on house arrest. Because we can’t have anymore mortal related accidents….” He sighed, “Look, I’m going for a walk. You can come if you’d like. I just need fresh air.”

[cillian-eyre]

Cillian would like to think Irial and Niall didn't have to go to Faerie just because someone was 'holding out on sex,' so he assumed there was another reason the two were stressed. And with what Kieran said... "Mortal related accidents?" Unconsciously he took a step back. He didn't even realize it, but that was pretty much how he reacted to Niall when he first met him. That, and fighting against the irresistible pull that  Gancanaghs and Dark fey often had. "If you're on house arrest you shouldn't be going out," Cillian pointed out, though he knew it would be hard to follow that rule if Irial wasn't around. The next best thing was to try to help, somehow. "I should probably come with you to keep an eye on you," he said with a friendly enough smile. "When you speak like that, you're very much like Niall," he commented.

[childofdiscordanddarkness]

Kieran cocked his head, surprised by how freely the mortal spoke to him. Like they were friends or something. He wasn’t used to that. People were careful around him because of his position as Irial and Niall’s son. He crossed his arms over his chest, not wanting to risk touching the mortal. He didn’t want to hear Niall or Irial to yell because he’d screwed up Cillian’s head. He explained quickly, “They’re in Faerie. Court business.”

[cillian-eyre]

"Court business?" Cillian tried to downplay the frown that showed on his lips, but he worried that something was wrong. And being in Faerie also meant not being back for a couple of days. Which was sad. He was really looking forward to spending time with the two. If it were up to him, he'd offer his help, but really, what could a mortal like him do? "I guess they won't be back for a couple of days, then. Is that why you're here? Are you the one taking care of the court while they're away?" There he was again, asking one question after another. And yes, he was speaking to Kieran as if he was already familiar with the boy. Well, he wanted to be.

[childofdiscordanddarkness]

Kieran walked out of his bedroom, surprised at the voice. He’d been home alone today and hadn’t expected anyone to be there. He stood at the top of the stairs, for a moment confused on why Irial was mortal. Then he remembered. This was Cillian. Niall’s mortal pet. The one he had yet to meet due to rarely being home when the boy visited. Well, or in his room because he really didn’t care. Kieran walked down the stairs, replying easily, “Niall isn’t home. And neither is Irial.”

[cillian-eyre]

Cillian knew all about Kieran, but he hasn't really met the male yet. All he knew were stories from both Irial and Niall. It didn't take him long to figure out this was their son. Kieran seemed to have equal portions of Irial and Niall in him, a fact that made Cillian smile even as the other revealed that Niall and Irial were out. "Oh. I see. Are they out together, Kieran?" He asked curiously, though now he was wondering if he had let the gargoyle bite him for no reason. "And it's nice to finally meet you, by the way. I'm Cillian." Well, he met Niall and Irial's son, so it wasn't entirely an unproductive visit! He’d extend his hand for a handshake, but Irial had warned him that Kieran was a Gancanagh, too. Even with the stone Niall gave him, he still wanted to be cautious.

[cillian-eyre]

childofdiscordanddarkness

It had taken Cillian quite a while to get used to visiting the Dark Court on his own, but once he had, he visited as often as he could. After all, some of the best people he had known lived there. It wasn't unusual that the mortal dropped by unannounced, because Irial had told him repeatedly that it was fine. Today's visit was done impulsively, if he may say so himself. Somehow, he just found himself coming back to the house, looking for Niall. He didn't even mind the gargoyle biting his arm and drawing blood--he was used to the pain by now. It was as familiar as getting his favorite food. "Niall?" He called as soon as he entered the premises, looking around to find any fey. "It's me, Cillian. Is anyone home?"

[cillian-eyre]

"I'll be there in a minute," he called to the other, but he didn't tear his eyes away from the book he had been reading for the past few hours. He had no idea how much time had passed. When he was so engrossed with reading, he forgot everything else--even any other person in the room. It was a miracle he heard them speak in the first place.

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cas: only a bit. don't stress it

cas: nothing at all

Cillian: I should probably be a little meaner to you

Cillian: But I can't. Haha.

Cillian: We can hangout, then. Like normal friends do.

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cas: you really are bad at this break up thing ;)

Cas: but thank you cillian.. maybe my visir won't be super short after all

Cillian: oh god am i that terrible? :(

Cillian: but i'd like it if you stayed a little longer

Cillian: i could use the company. Nothing wrong with that, right?

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cas: i know that

cas: but maybe i just don't know how to be

Cillian: Then that's something for you to figure out, right? :)

Cillian: If you need a friend, I'm still here, Cas.

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cas: Cillian, I know what you meant

Cas: and I also know the breakup was my decision

Cas: but it was getting hard

Cillian: I know that, Cas.

Cillian: I just don't want you to think I'm trying to make things harder for you or that I have some secret plan to, I don't know, corner you or something?

Cillian: I want you to be happy, that's all.

[cillian-eyre]

// Cillian wouldn't admit it (well i don't think he is aware) but he's drawn to dangerous people--people who can easily cause him harm. It's not that he wants to be in danger, but he is too damn curious for his own good. For someone who would lie easily to avoid conflicts, he is also too trusting. He can be in an unhealthy relationship and he still wouldn't let go.

[imtwentyfuckingfour]

plot ideas IDK

both characters need to escape from a burning building

one or both characters is turned into an animal/is shrunk/is turned into a child/some kind of magical mishap

Character A is on the run from something or caught up in something important and Character...

[renoirs]

How I flirt: *Stares from a distance*

Renoirs (via renoirs)

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cas: no, you're fine. I'll be fast anyway, I promise

Cillian: Okay? I'll wait for you

Cillian: Not that kind of waiting... Just... I'll know to expect you

Cillian: I'm sorry, I'm bad at this breakup thing.

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cas: I'll send someone over or head by after work

Cas: if that's alright with you

Cillian: Sure, I'll just be here

Cillian: Or not? Do you want me to like step out while you got them?

[cillian-eyre]

Text to: Ex

Cillian: Hey, I think you left some of your things.

Cillian: Just let me know when you want to get them, I guess?

[lespcir]

– Based vaguely on this –

               It’d been a few weeks since the boy had broken up with his twin brother, Connor, and it was a shock that he called Cade to have him pick him up. Cade would be lying if he said that he didn’t have a crush on him, he always had, and Connor knew that. So, as he was driving this drunk boy back to his house, he was sure that he’d called the wrong twin. That was until he said his name. The boy in his passenger seat said his name and continued to talk about loving him. So, when Cade parked and helped the intoxicated boy inside he couldn’t help but smile. “You liked me that whole time?” Cade asked and helped the boy into bed, sitting beside him and brushed his hair back. “Me, Cade not Connor?”

[cillian-eyre]

Cillian didn't drink--not usually. He was always the friend to count on when others wanted to get drunk. The designated driver. Always. But these last few weeks had been...chaotic, to say the least. When personal life threw a sack of lemons, he couldn't even begin to make his first lemonade.

Thinking like that told Cillian that he was far too drunk to drive home, and so he had called. Not Connor, but Cade. If he was sober he would feel guilty about it, but he wanted to see a familiar face and preferably one who wouldn't scold him about drinking. Oh, and also one that he should have talked to for some time now. He had realized a while back that he was dating the wrong twin.

As he got into the car, the words just came rushing out, a confession made possible by the alcohol in his system. Half of this was probably going to be forgotten the next day, but he had to say it. Once he's finally confessed, he felt loads lighter and even managed a skewed smile at the other. "I'm sorry," he said, looking around to realize he was already in bed. He took Cade's hand, a silent plea for him not to go. "That was... I..." He was not going to take the words back, but he didn't know what else to say. "I'm sorry to spring this on you so suddenly, but yes... That's... I like you."

[cillian-eyre]

//Cillian would be the most irritating companion imo. "Doctor, what's this?" "What's that?" "Who are they?" "Why do they hate you?" "But you haven't killed--have you?" And he's not even being judgmental he just is really curious of the answers but sometimes he forgets that some questions shouldn't be asked. And he'd want to go home every other day but then he's also always looking forward to new adventures. Basically, as with most things, he's undecided.