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a dependent ciaran hayes o'connell for chromosome23hq.

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meet ciarán hayes o’connell

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ft. emmeline

   “no.” the other had taken a seat before she had given her answer but she wasn’t about to object. “i am, actually.” it was a rarity. however, in becoming someone else for the night, the woman’s defences were down. there was something about being completely submerged in dancing bodies, alcohol and music that she loved. she had rarely experienced it, only really those few times she had bothered to come into club nyx, intoxicated on her birthday and then those occasions at the crimson veil - it was quite liberating. she had never had the younger years of party, had snuck out a few times and got so wasted she couldn’t even remember it, just the staff covering it up…. “what about you? apart for your feet hurting, that is.”

thank god the seat hadn’t been taken - the last thing ciarán would’ve wanted to do upon sitting down is move. he wasted almost no time making himself comfortable, sinking into the cool material of the couch as he kicked his feet up. “that’s good,” he mumbled, a soft smile appearing on his face as he closed his eyes. “i’m having a blast,” he responded, though his tone did a pour job of conveying it. 

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ft. tiffany

“Your, um, robe is open,” Tiffany points out, shifting her weight; partly because her feet are kind of sore from dancing, and partly because she’s not sure how to feel about this. It looks less like a costume and more like a guy that would open their door at the Motel when they need help turning on the heating and don’t care if the receptionist sees them in a state of undress. “I… didn’t know I was meant to bring you a drink…?” She can’t tell if she’s met this guy before and totally forgotten, or if he’s just… kind of spoiled? She’s going to guess the latter, but Tiffany tries very hard not to judge until people give her a reason to.

“is it?” ciarán asked, opening an eye as he looked down at his torso - the movement gave him an unfortunate double chin but he didn’t seem to care as he quickly turned his head to look at tiffany. “guess i’d better fix that,” he added before reaching for the ties of the robe. “relax-” he laughed, “i was just making a joke. i can get my own drink,” he explained, “you’re welcome to sit down,” this time he lazily gestured to the rest of the couch. 

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bueller ? bueller ? bueller ?

a remarkably calm ciarán o’connell will be attending the satanic soiree dressed as the one and only ferris bueller ! while he’s a tad disappointed that his sloane ( @silverplatters ) won’t be in attendance, he won’t let it stop him from having a good time !

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location: satanic soiree participants: ciarán o’connell & emmeline essex ( @hqessex​ )

“is this seat taken?” ciarán vaguely gestured to the empty seats surrounding emmeline - though he didn’t wait for her to respond before taking a seat. “my feet are killing me,” he laughed, as he placed his feet on the table in front of him. “are you enjoying yourself?”

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location: the satanic soiree participants: ciarán o’connell & open ( @c23starters​ )

ciarán had made himself at home on one of club nyx’s couches, his feet resting on the table and his arms folded behind his head. the belt of his costume had come undone, revealing the boxers and white t-shirt underneath, but he was simply too relaxed or perhaps too drunk to care. “please tell me you’ve brought me a drink,” he smiled, not bothering to open his eyes to see who’d chosen to join him. “i’m absolutely parched.” 

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ft. sora

          “no, but you seem a little… put out? people don’t usually tell a stranger when their feelings get hurt, i don’t think.”

“and here i thought i was coming off as annoyed,” he remarked, his eyes narrowed as he looked at his companion. 

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ft. ezra

         “and what makes you say something like that?” he asks, even if the answer doesn’t really matter. “but don’t be vague, now. big place, europe. where in?”

“let’s just say people don’t seem to miss me,” ciarán responded, his smirk briefly faltering, “is this an interrogation?” he responded, his eyebrow arched, “berlin,” he didn’t wait for an answer before providing his own. 

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ft. lai

“ i can work with that – i think we’d both look stunning in a nice maroon, ” she replied, cocking an eyebrow as though this were a legitimate plan. ( it totally should’ve been, god knew this was not the last time. ) “ but how would you feel about wearing a gold watch ? silver just wouldn’t cut it. ” gold jewelry would be the only option. maroon and gold ? time to scream ‘pretentious’ ! 

"i do have quite a few maroon pieces,” ciarán nodded, “including a new blazer i haven’t had the opportunity to wear.” he smiled, “i’m sure i have a gold watch or two.” he couldn’t remember off the top of his head. “perhaps you should just see my wardrobe.”

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ft. sora

         “i didn’t hurt your feelings, did i? all i’m saying is that you look like someone who would make better choices. it’s a compliment!”

“did i say you hurt my feelings?” he retorted, an eyebrow arched as he took another sip of his drink. “you’ll forgive me if i don’t accept it?”

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ft. maxine

“i should expect as much for my birthday,” smirks maxine, “and the flowers are lovely. vielen dank, mein schatz.” truthfully, she dreads this day. birthdays hold no importance to her anymore. on the topic of liquor, though, she brightens up even more. “veuve clicquot la grande dame,” she tells the maître d’, “and let the chef bring out whatever suits his fancy—all he needs to know is that it’s maxine brandt’s birthday today.”

"you’re welcome,” ciarán chuckled as he moved his chair closer to the table, his gaze momentarily flickering towards their waiter before returning to maxine. she deserved far more than what he’d planned, but he was working on limited time so it would have to do for now. he’d make it up to her later. “dare i suggest we skip the catching up?” he asked, his eyebrow arched as he looked at his friend. he'd gladly catch up if maxine wanted, but he hoped she would opt not to. 

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ft. matthias

Now that is something that Matthias could understand quite well, something the three of them, him, Maxine and Ciarán had shared, the need for a break and the understanding that they could never allow themselves to have one and the sad realization that they knew better than to ask for it, even if they were on the brick of collapse. Fortunately, it seemed like some things were changing. 

Maybe this way, Ciarán would be finally able to understand Matthias’ reasons better.

“That’s good,” he nodded, Ciarán did seem well, even though Matthias did not know for sure what had happened to him, he could not for the life of him remember if Ciarán has left the firm at the same time that they did, or if he was in Bergen as well. “It’s alright to take a break sometimes, I’m glad to see you are doing well. Ready to get back to work?” 

the thought of telling matthias the truth briefly crossed ciarán‘s mind but he shut it down almost immediately - it would make an already complex situation even more complicated. he wasn’t ready to reveal his status as a mutant to his friend, not when he was still struggling to forgive him. and then there was the added guilt he felt. it was best to just suffer in silence.

“as ready as one can be,” ciarán responded with a laugh as he allowed a faint smile to settle across his face. for once he was being truthful. “i imagine playing catch up won’t be too fun.”

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ft. ezra

         “we’ll be counting on that. whereabouts did you fuck off to, anyway?” not that it matters, bur ezra always has had a knack for sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

“you might be the only one,” ciarán paused, “europe, for work,” he answered, it was the truth but he managed to stay vague. 

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ft. atticus

Atticus laughed quietly at the others obvious self confidence. It didn’t really surprise him. If there was one thing he had learnt about dealing with lawyers, it was they all thought they were the best looking, most intelligent person in any room, ever. He shook his head ‘no’ in response to the other’s question “Nope” The ‘p’ popping in his mouth “Not a teacher. Just support staff type of thing.” 

truth be told ciarán wasn’t entirely sure how to respond to atticus’ reply. it was clear the conversation wasn’t going in the direction he’d anticipated but the last thing he wanted to do was show his disappointment. “so are we talking a teaching assistant? or something else entirely?”

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ft. cas

“Well, lucky for you, we can start off with good news: it did end in our favor. The client was acquitted from the charges.” Cas shifts throw a few folders, gathering some together for Ciarán to read over in greater detail. “The Buffay charges have been reduced, but not dropped, though. So, that’s the new hurdle. Oh, and the Mayfield’s kid is a new charge. Caught intoxicated and is underage, so that’s bound to be fun.”

“i’m sure his mistress was thrilled to hear that,” ciarán chuckled, his voice dropping just low enough to avoid being overheard. he knew better than to loudly gossip about clients. “reduced is a step in the right direction,” he nodded, “has the mayfield case been assigned, yet?”

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ft. sora

          “i don’t know. i’d think most people would leave without ordering. you must have really wanted that bad whiskey sour.”

ciarán rolled his eyes, “one could say that,” he muttered, clearly annoyed. but he wasn’t annoyed to the point of leaving. 

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ft. ezra

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         “fancy seeing you around again.” he sidles up beside the other mutant, elbows resting against the bar. “here i thought you’d gone and died.”

ciarán smirked, “it’s not that easy to get rid of me,” he responded, allowing his tongue to run across his lips as he looked at the older male.