Bloody Bastard

killian darcy macauley. 31 years old. alcoholic. commitment phobe. lost soul.

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& Carina Soler

“That’s gotta be it. I don’t see another reason why they seemed to forget that I’m the one walking them.” Even as the dogs were made their way back toward her with a leisurely trot, Carina reached for the man’s hand to pull herself up fully, grimacing at ache that came as she stretched her arm. “Thank you. I appreciate the help. Clearly, you see the two jerks I’ve been having to deal with today.” It was with that, that the two dogs finally reached the pair, Fezzik licking at her hand, while Inigo sniffed around the stranger. “Seriously, thank you. I might have died here, because the most those two would have done would be to just lay down next to me and tried to cuddle me to death.” 

“Oh yeah, total jerks.” The Irishman found himself letting out a laugh, petting the dog that sniffed his jeans on the back. He always wanted a dog, but his upbringing prevented him from being able to have one. “At least ya would’a died with some love there, luv.” He teased her, folding his arms in front of his chest. “You need any help escortin’ ya further? Before those to drag ya on ye’r face again.”

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& Wyatt Roberts

Wyatt nodded, “Yes, musical instruments. Those are a bitch to carry around even in a case.” Him falling with one of those wouldn’t be wise. Even though they were mostly protected, you could still damage them. He looked over at the lamp post with a look of disgust on his face. It was a brief look but that’s all one needed for the visual. “That would be typical.. someone peeing on something other than a toilet seat.” He gladly accepted the other’s hand and got himself up. “Thanks. I’m a klutz sometimes.”

“I never had tha patience ta learn an instrument.. Well, except fer tha guitar, bu’ Im thinkin’ tha’s not what ye’r talkin’ ‘bout, so good on ya mate.” He could appreciate some good music. Though he wasn’t sure what kind of music the other played, it was respectable in his eyes anyway. “Quite original, I agree.” He snickered, pulling the man up on his feet. “Tha world would be a duller place with no clumsy people, mate.”

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& Evie Matthews

She nodded at his comment. His lips were difficult to read, she suspected that he had an accent or something but she was managing, a little. She moved to stand up before realising that her ear felt strange, she touched it and groaned when she realised that her hearing aid was missing, sure it didn’t make a lot of difference, it was more for background noise but she liked wearing it and now it was somewhere on the ground. She looked for a moment before finding it, putting it in her pocket to disinfect later. She finally stood up, smiling at the man. “Thankyou,” she said with a genuine smile, her hand moving to her chin and then out again, she figured that he probably didn’t sign but for her, words and gestures went hand in hand.

The moment Killian had watched the woman reach for her hearing aid, he felt quite stupid for talking her like that. Though he didn’t know if she was completely deaf or if she had bad hearing. Whatever it was, he knew that his accent wouldn’t be the best thing for her to pay attention to, thus he swapped his Irish accent for a more American one. “Sure thing.” He spoke, offering her a smile for confirmation. Though the American tone was strange to him, he felt it was a helpful change for the woman. At least his acting gigs had helped out for something. “Are you all right, though?”

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& Brandon Lewis

Brandon quickly turned on his heel to see who was backing him up. “See?” He pointed back at the male. “It’s terrible. I can feel my throat closing as I speak.” He made his voice sound a tad bit worse than it did two seconds ago. “Honestly, the two of us shouldn’t even be here right now because we could get everybody sick.”

“Man, shit. We should.” He hurriedly stood up, already turning around so he could ‘hide’ the fact he downed the last of his beer before zipping up his jacket, faking a subtle cough. “If there’s anythin’, it’s tha’ I hate bein’ quarantined.”  The Irishman complained, already slowly making his way to the exit, assuming the man would follow his way to freedom.

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& Ayden Daniels

Organization was the key when it came to sketching or at least Ayden thought so. While others would only require one pencil and sketching pad, Ayden liked to have a variety of colors available to her when she sketched. It was a lot to carry around but that didn’t matter when you’re a dedicated artist. Set to get started now that she found her subject, Ayden picked up her pad. Put pencil to paper, she moved her hand to begin only to come to a sudden stop. What stopped her was the rapid movement of a man slipping right in front of her. It was a sight to see that Ayden almost felt as if she was seeing things. “See what? You doing some kind of dance?”

“Aye, dancin’ was what I were doin’.” Killian nodded, figuring that description was for the best. At least the girl seemed unimpressed, so he got that going for him. Pressing his hand against his back, he let out a breath, already feeling the muscles in that area disapproving with his sudden slip. “Am I in ye’r ... err.. shot? Or whatever it is ya call it?” Killian referred to the sketching pad and pencil in her hand, already slowly walking to the side so she could direct her gaze to the view again. “Ya any good?”

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& Evie Matthews.

Evie liked walking, in fact that was her excuse for never having learnt how to drive. Sometimes she wanted to learn just to spite the people who assumed that she couldn’t drive, but she didn’t want to be in charge of a vehicle, her legs worked perfectly fine. Though at times like these she wished that she did have some other kind of transport because now she was lying on the pavement after being clipped by a bicycle that had come across the pedestrian crossing without even looking. It wasn’t too bad, just a bruised butt and a twinged ankle, but what bothered her most was the bikers complete lack of respect, he just cycled off, leaving her on the curb. A voice spoke to her but she wasn’t able to tell what they were saying to start with as he looked over the situation, smiling as he made a comment about her tumble, “stupid cyclist got a strike,” she said with an eyeroll.

“One zero fer tha cyclist, aye?” Killian spoke, humour resonating in his voice. His first intention had been to chase after the cyclist and give him a nice black eye to match the pavement she had crushed on. But since he didn’t want to lower his level, he focused on the girl instead. “Can yous stand, love?” He asked, removing his helmet as he already swung his leg over his bike, standing up straight. 

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& Carina Soler.

It was almost comical to see Carina on the street walking her dogs. Inigo was a small dog, although, his size could easily be an illusion, looking tiny compared to her other dog. Fezzik was a gentle giant, the Bernese Mountain Dog still bigger than the normal size. They rarely pulled too hard, keeping pace with her, but today seemed to be a new day, as if they forgot just who was walking them. With her arms stretched fully at length, it wasn’t long before her feet weren’t going to be able to carry her at the pace they had set.

By the time she fell forward, she had let go, trying to catch her fall as best as she could. She pushed herself from the ground, wincing at the sting that came, but almost more concerned about whether anyone had seen the moment. As soon as she heard the man’s voice, her cheeks flushed. Fuck. “Yeah, I’m fine,” she called back, slowly standing up, taking a quick moment to brush herself off. “My dogs are just… assholes today. They’re usually so good.”

“They in puberty o’ somethin’?” Killian commented, looking at the dogs that had seemed to have noticed the woman had fallen flat on her face, slowly circling their way around. This is why I don’t keep dogs. He thought, even though he used to have a cat. Bloody thing it was. No animals weren’t his thing. At all. “Need some help there, darlin’?” He asked, already stepping off of his motorcycle, removing his helmet from his head before extending his hand. “A lady like yerself shouldn’t be layin’ on tha sidewalk, aye?” 

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& Moira O’Conneill.

At the mere sight of him, Moira could feel her jaw clench and the air being stolen away from her lungs. There was no room for breathing, or for talking – just for staring. She had to compose herself though, he had absolutely no idea who she was and Moira being Moira, wasn’t just going to be one of those strangers who sprung such news on others. She needed to play the field first, see what he was like and if he was a good person. After being spent a whole lifetime being lied to, it was definitely hard to trust someone she’d never met so quickly. There was also a chance that he didn’t like her, right? Since that chance was quite the big one, she wouldn’t stop in front of him and tell him: I’m your sister. He could blame her for all of it, not want anything to do with her because she was their parent’s daughter —- there was a million possibilities she couldn’t really risk. Anything going back with him would put her in a downward spiral and she was already hitting the bottom of it.

She did need to breath and behave normally, though. 

She shook her head a bit when she heard him talk and cleared her throat, shaking his hand, but not trusting herself to say anything to him right then and there. Even if she wasn’t seeing her own face at that moment, she could notice how alike they were. They shared the same nose and eyes. It was uncanny, still, they might as well be just strangers as they actually were. She took advantage of the little time they took to reach the table to prepare herself to actually talk and once they were facing one another, she nervously put her hands in her lap. Hopefully, he would see that nervousness as something that was happening for the job interview. “You have quite a nice tavern here. Feels like home away from home.” She spoke, offering him a small smile.

Killian stared at the woman before he decided to walk passed her, choosing to no longer wait for a reply back. Instead he made himself comfortable, seating himself at the table. Brown hues followed the woman’s movements as she followed his example, brows raising the slightest when she spoke of his bar. “Thanks. I made it look like back in Ireland, ya know? Most American bars sell all kind o’ crap anyway, so it wasn’t like there was any kind o choice.” he spoke, ending the sentence in a way he was more talking to himself than her. Her accent differed from his, something which Killian could only recognise as Northern Ireland. Nevertheless, having more Irish staff would certainly do his bar good. He had no ties to Ireland at all, except for the thick accent laced in his voice. That was all he wanted to keep anyway. 

“So, Moira. Tell me somethin’ bout ye’rself. Why come an Irish lass travels all tha way ta Nashville and apply at a wee Irish bar? There’s plenty o’ those back at home, ain’t there?” 

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& August d’Angelo

August had been in places where no one liked to be a snitch, even when it came to people they didn’t know. He would’ve understood if the man denied him the courtesy of his ID; after all, in law school he’d been taught that everyone should stick to their own legal matters. “Thanks, man.” he uttered, the ‘man’ part being a rarity in his vocabulary, more often than not expressing his level of comfort when being around the other. 

After having tucked the number inside the pocket and another moment of being in awe with this man’s kindness, he finally caved in “I don’t think I’d be any more comfortable with someone taking punches in my place than I would be with me taking or throwing ‘em. I’m more of a…talk my way out of a situation kind of guy.” he chuckled and took a glance at the bar behind his shoulder. “I could buy you a drink for your courtesy though. Sit somewhere by the front windows and see if the bodybuilder appears in the meantime.” 

“Sure thing, mate.” Killian answered him, never really caring about anything. Normally he’d have walked away from situations like these, but if he was new in a city he might as well make a friend one way or another. If the idiot who ruined the man’s car was going to come after him, he’d kick his ass, all right. “Who says I’ll be takin’ tha punches? Ye’r trust in me ability ta keep up a fight hurts.” Yet the man didn’t need to know about his time in the ring. Illegal fighting was never a nice topic to talk about. “Bu’ I can respect ya wantin’ ta talk ‘bout the damage done instead o’ causin’ more.” Following his gaze to the bar, Killian shrugged before offering him a nod. “I could use a drink, sure.” Killian spoke, completely taking off the helmet now that he wasn’t planning on stepping onto the bike any time soon, taking the key out of the ignition prior. “Sure thing, aye. Multitaskin’, good thinkin’.”

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& Rhaella Walsh

    “I can afford dishes. I just choose not to use them.” She shrugged.

“So it’s manners instead o’ financial situation. Got it. Good ta know, darlin’.” Killian returned the shrug, raking his nails softly over his skin. “Why no’ actually? Fer tha aspect o’ doin’ dishes, or because ya don’t want ta get up?”

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& Guinevere Calvert

Gwen had asked for an honest opinion but receiving one didn’t stop her from frowning. The disappointment was quickly overshadowed by her acceptance of it, though.  “That’s what I figured. Thanks.” Fitting the small bundle back where it belonged she pushed a short chuckle free of her lips. “The fact that I even had to ask probably gave me my answer to begin with, huh?” Glancing off to the side she scanned the rest of the well stocked bins and then formed a small but friendly smile. “I’ll help you if you’ll help me. What are you looking for?”

“Probably, aye.” The Irishman chuckled, watching the brunette as she looked over all the floral in front of them, soon following her example. “Sounds like a fair deal, lass.” He agreed, sucking in a breath before replying. “I’s for me roommate. I wanted ta cheer her up a li’l. They say flowers are a good way ta do it.” They mostly equaled women, so he would think they would at least be right about it. Besides, losing a kid always worked it’s way downwards. Flowers wouldn’t fix anything, but if it could cheer her up for a minute, he’d take it.

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& Wyatt Roberts

Walking even got the best of Wyatt sometimes. Depending on where he was going, he walked way too fast causing himself to trip over his own feet. This is one of the reasons why he didn’t do sports growing up – an accident waiting to happen just like now when he had been walking and tumbled to the sidewalk. “Yeah I did,” Wyatt exclaimed with a laugh. “Guess walking wasn’t my strong suit today. Thank god I didn’t have any of my instruments with me when it happened. I think I’d be more concerned with their condition than my own.” He found the strength to sit down on the sidewalk out of the way of people that might be walking passed here and there to take inventory of his leg.

Truthfully, Killian was laughing. Inwardly at least. But it was always a sight to see someone fall with the comical little dance they did prior.  Luckily for the lad, he managed to hide it quite well, watching him with a neutral expression. “I’m takin’ ya mean musical instruments?” He spoke, stepping off of his bike and putting it on it’s pedestal before making his way over to the other, extending a hand. “Cmon mate. I’m pretty sure someone or somethin’ pissed against tha’ lamp post ye’r sittin’ next ta.”

[ohthevillains]

ward week: day 2 - brett dalton appreciation

[matyheallys]

Brett Dalton: a summary.

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Brett Dalton in short movie “SHEETS”.

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Expression’s week - Day 01

Favorite expressions of Brett Dalton

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& Guinevere

Gwen held the small bundle of blooms to her nose and inhaled deeply for the hundredth time. Although shed been standing at the farmer’s market stall for a good five minutes with the flowers in hand she still hadn’t reached a decision. “Be honest,” she began as she looked to the side and pointed the petals in the same direction “On a scale of one to ten, how much do these remind you of a grandma?”

He had never actually been on a market before. So he figured that now might be as good as any time to look at it. Halting at one of the stalls, holding so many flowers he could hardly even decide which one would be proper to give to his roommate. ‘To flourish up the apartment’ he’d say. When someone addressed him all of a sudden though, Killian found himself glancing at a small brunette, talking about some granny flowers. “Probably a nine. But tha’s only because I associate em with an old hag, so.”