Spread A Little Joy

Ruairi McAllister||35||Dryad||Member of Darkest Hour RPG

[ruairimcallisterx]

# - Lark

Name in his phone:

Love 💖

Photo in his phone:

Ruairi really liked this one when he randomly snagged it one afternoon.

Ringtone:

Ruairi is absolutely awful when it comes to music and knowing who sings what. But one day, he was watching Rent and he heard the song I'll Cover You and it's been his ringtone for Lark since.

Last text:

Happy Birthday! I know you're laying right beside me but I wanted to make sure I tell you happy birthday in all possible places.

@lance-a-lark

[ruairimcallisterx]

# (if they exchanged numbers?)

Name in his phone:

Ken! (Exclamation point and all)

Photo in his phone:

Ruairi isn't great at taking photos but he tries his best.

Ringtone:

The Golden Girls theme song. That show is on all the time at his office and thought it was fitting.

Last text:

You'll be happy to know that Lark hasn't worn sweatpants in a while lol I think he's doing good again.

[ruairimcallisterx]

josephgraves·:

x

He couldn’t help but notice the was Ruairi moved. It was deliberate and calculated, as though he had to prepare himself before every move. He was in pain. Joseph wished more than anything he could reach into his bag and pull out a magical salve that would heal wounds in seconds, or even ease the pain. But all he had in the bag was painkillers, gauze, and a whole lot of word searches. 

“No, no, you should absolutely not move much. Please, sit back down. I can get anything. Do you have anyone to take care of you? You really shouldn’t be alone when you’re like this. I’m surprised they even let you out of the hospital. You either had to fight tooth and nail or had a terrible doctor. I’d have never let a patient out in your condition. And even then I’d need physical and verbal confirmation of a 24/7 caretaker… I’m rambling again. I’m so sorry.”

Joseph sighed. He did that a lot more lately. “I haven’t seen anyone, no. You’re the first. You felt important.”

.

Snuggling down a bit more into his seat on the couch, he took another sip of his water and turned his gaze towards Joseph as he spoke. His eyes widened a bit, noting the concern of the doctor. He didn't think he was that worse for wear, but perhaps he was. He was pretty uncomfortable most of the time, admittedly, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. Lark was in a far worse position than Ruairi and he didn't complain once. So he really had no reason to (even if he was pretty upset about the claw on his face).

"I do." He said with a nod, "He's usually here but he had to take care of some business at work and I told him to go." Ruairi admitted, "Lark was starting get stir crazy I t'ink." Ruairi joked a bit. He couldn't blame him either. Ruairi's apartment was quite bare and didn't have much to do. Sure, he had a TV but he didn't have any of those streaming services or anything. Although he had moved from home quite a while ago and had been living in America, he still couldn't get behind all the technology. Cellphones were great, he would admit. But he wasn't much for anything else.

Ruairi smiled softly and nodded, "I appreciate t'at." He nodded, "But you uh...you really got hurt. Are you okay?" He asked, his brows furrowing in concern.

[ruairimcallisterx]

xcynric·:

–

Cynric’s eyes narrowed as he studied his handiwork— the long gash down the side of the other man’s face. Swallowing hard, the wolf stiffened and looked away, embarrassment flushing his neck and cheeks a deep red. He kept his hands jammed in the pockets of his jacket, masking the way they stayed clenched into tight fists. What was he supposed to say? Where was he even supposed to begin? Clearing his throat, he eyed the bench and gave a brief shake of his head, “I’ll stand.” He couldn’t help but think that distance was the best option, even if he felt fully in control. It was about comfort level more than anything.

“No, I do,” Cynric protested, head shaking. “I’m not gonna try to make excuses for what I did, but ya should know it wasn’t personal.” He shrugged his shoulders— everything he said felt lame, like it would never be strong enough to cover what he’d done, or make it right. “Never meant to hurt ya.”

Discomfort practically rolled off the wolf in waves as he glanced at Ruairi, “I…sometimes—“ he paused, licking his lips in a bid to coax out the words he needed to say, but admitting it out loud made it more real than he’d ever wanted it to be. “Sometimes I see shit that ain’t there,” he said, finally. “I was in the military a while back, and sometimes all that shit feels more real than what’s right in front of me.” Blowing out a breath, Cynric sagged his shoulders in defeat, “That’s what happened…when I attacked ya.”

.

He wasn't quite sure what to expect when he agreed to come and talk to Cynric. It certainly was awkward, that was for sure. But that was to be expected. It wasn't like they were going to be able to just sit and chat after a mauling occured. However, Ruairi could do his best to make the situation better. He didn't want Cynric to feel like he was being scruntized or anything, because it was far from that. Ruairi was just nervous. And that wasn't at the fault of the wolf. He had just been generally anxious since the castle.

The Irishman softly nodded his head as the other spoke, "T'ank you." He said quietly, "I didn't t'ink t'at it was. Your eyes...t'ey really spoke volumes." Ruairi admitted with another soft nod. He had seen that vacant look in so many patients eyes before. It was heartbreaking every time. Ruairi really wished he could have done more for the man at the castle...but the more he thought about it, the more he believed that it was inevitable. Ruairi knew all the tactics and how to help patients with PTSD, but in a situation like they were in? It was going to happen regardless, he was pretty sure.

As Cynric explained more about what happened, Ruairi gave him his full attention, sitting up a bit straighter in his seat. A wave of sadness washed over him and he couldn't help but frown. Being a therapist was such a difficult job for Ruairi because he really felt everything that the patients were and just harnessed it. And while Cynric wasn't his patient, he still felt nothing but hurt for the man, "I understand." He said with a nod, frowning a bit, "T'ank you." He spoke again, "I appreciate you telling me t'at. I imagine it's hard..." Ruairi spoke, "Are you getting help?" He asked, his head tilting a bit, "T'ere's no shame in it. I work with patients in similar situations all t'e time. I don't t'ink it ever gets easier...but t'ere's ways to cope." Ruairi nodded a bit.

[proserpinegraphics]

[ruairimcallisterx]

josephgraves·:

x

The moment the door began to reopen, his heart began to race again. He saw in his mind once more Ruairi being slashed in the face, kicking another away to protect himself and crumpling to the ground. He’d read before about traumatic events being stuck in victim’s minds, but he’d never felt it before now.

When Ruairi stepped aside, Joseph carefully stepped in and held his bag tighter to him. “No, no it’s fine. My name is Joseph Graves, I’m a doctor. I wanted to check on you after everything. See how you were healing.” He took a moment to consider the answer to the man’s question. He’d been… alive. That much was for certain. He could lie like he’d lied to others and say that he was managing well, that he was excited to get back to his everyday life, that he was fine.

But he wasn’t fine.

“I’m okay. I’m healing well, thankfully. But how are you?”

.

"Joseph. It's a real pleasure." He smiled with a nod as he moved through his kitchen. Reaching up, he hissed quietly to himself, truly not wanting to concern the doctor. He opened up his cabinet and grabbed a couple glasses down for them. With a huff, he placed them down and wandered over towards his fridge to grab out the water pitcher he had. Ruairi poured them each a glass before crossed back towards the male, "T'ank you. T'at's very kind." He said, genuinely.

Taking a sip from his glass and shrugged his shoulders a bit, "I'm uh...you know. Healing t'e best I can." He laughed out and cringed a bit, wrapping an arm around his middle, "Ribs still hurt." The Irishman admitted, "I have a couple broken ribs and a couple fractured. But t'ey'll heal okay, I t'ink." Ruairi was no doctor, but he was really trying not to move around too much, "If I move too much, I get an uncomfortable stinging so I just...stay put." He chuckled.

"Do you want to sit down?" He asked, beginning to move into his living room. Ruairi had made camp on his couch. He had a nice warm blanket and several pillows there, "Have you uh...seen anyone else?" Ruairi asked, his gaze shifting back towards Joseph.

[ruairimcallisterx]

waterfairyx·:

–

“Sorry I haven’t been in touch sooner. There was a lot to catch up on and then it was my moms birthday so we took a mini vacation.” Though it was arguable that Alara needed that break more than her mom did, it was still a silent relief to get away and enjoy some quality time. With a short nod, she signals to give her a minute whilst she goes to make their order. Drinks, muffins and a side of cherry pie which looked too damn good to resist. 

Once she returned, she was sure to make herself comfortable before replying, despite it having no need for any sort of build up. “I’m fine.” Alara smiled. It was a comment she assumed Ru would have been expecting, as it was very typical of her. “More concerned about how you’re doing,” she pauses, lifting a finger to the side of her own face, as a signal to talk about his own. “You know, I can make a witchy brew that would help heal that up much faster.” 

.

Ruairi waved his hand, "Please, don't worry about t'at." He said with the utmost honesty, "You getting away is exactly what you needed to do, I imagine." Ruairi would never fault anyone for finding their peace. Plus, Alara had other things to worry about than him. Ruairi was fine. A bit shaken up but nothing he couldn't handle. He was a therapist. He knew how to handle these things. It was just listening to himself was the problem.

His hazel eyes shifted over Alara's features as she spoke, taking her in. Was she really fine? Debatable. Who was really fine after what had happened? It was all a mess. As she asked about him and motioned for the gash on his face, Ruairi lightly touched it, "Yeah?" He asked, "That would be nice...t'ank you." Ruairi could have asked Lark but the man was already so concerned with everything else. He didn't want to bother him anymore than he had been.

Clearing his throat, Ruairi shrugged and sighed, "I've been better." He admitted, "Trouble sleeping again." That seemed to be a trend in his life, "Still achy but I'll get over t'at soon." Alara probably didn't want to know the full details of how he was feeling. So generals would be fine, "I've been t'inking a lot about t'at night, y'know?" Ruairi's gaze dropped to the table, "I wonder why I was picked. I don't...I don't t'ink I've ever done anyt'ing to anyone." He shrugged, "Just kind of hurts to t'ink about it."

[ruairimcallisterx]

swearonstars·:

⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

“Don’t. I like it long. Though, if you really feel in need of a haircut, you know, your dearest friend and coworker would love to try out their barber skills? Come on. Let me give you a makeover? Pretty please with a cherry on top? You know I excel at them and plus it would make me so, so happy. Please?” If there was one thing Reina reined supreme at, having grown up as the youngest out of a family of boys was her puppy dog pout and the moment she asked, she blinked up at him with the widest eyes. Her bottom lip jutting out ever so slightly as she batted her long lashes up at him pleadingly. 

“We dance and drink, silly. But, first, we strip. It’s anything but clothes and I see a coconut bra and hulu skirt with my name on it. So, Tarzan, we thinking loincloth for you or are you more drawn to the pool floatie sort of look?”

.

Ruairi laughed quietly and quirked his eyebrow, "Do I know t'at?" He asked. He had no idea Reina had a hidden hairdressing talent. If she did though, that would save him some time at the barber that he hated going to anyway, "I t'ink I'll take you up on t'e offer.' He nodded, "Puppy dog eyes not needed." It didn't take much to convince Ruairi to do much. And if it was something she would genuinely like, why not do it? Plus, if she did mess up, his hair grew so quickly it would barely matter.

As they approached the room, he looked over the selections and he grabbed the pool floaty, "T'e floaty will do better at keeping people away." Ruairi joked before his gaze shifted towards the ground then back at Reina, "T'ank you." He said truthfully, "I really needed t'is." One day, he hoped to return the favor to Reina. But she knew that if she ever needed him, he would be there in a heartbeat. "C'mon. Let's get..." He paused and looked at the floaty before he chuckled, "Dressed, I guess?"

[ruairimcallisterx]

xcynric·:

–

The fact that Ruairi had picked an open, densely populated spot for them to meet wasn’t lost on Cynric as he strode through Central Park, head down and hands balled into fists inside the pocket of his coat. After what he’d done to the other man, the wolf figured he deserved the extra caution. He was lucky the fae had even agreed to see him at all. Huffing out a soft curse, Cynric sighed. He supposed he had Alara to thank for that. If not for her, he wondered if he’d even be there, or if he’d slink off into the shadows like he’d always done.

Spotting the fae up ahead, Cynric drew in a sharp breath and tried to ignore the seed of dread unfurling in his gut. He was embarrassed, simply put. For years, he’d allowed his stubborn pride to get in the way of asking for help and now that same pride had left an innocent man maimed– forever marred with a reminder of the moment Cynric had lost control. How did he begin to make that right? Could he? Slowing to a stop a few feet in front of the bench, the wolf eased out a long sigh. “Ruairi,” he greeted, head dipping in a curt nod. “I appreciate ya agreein’ to meet me. I know after everythin’, it prob'ly wasn’t an easy decision.” Swallowing hard, he shifted his weight between his feet. He knew better than to ask to sit beside Ruairi. Instead, he maintained a healthy distance, barely resisting the urge to pace back and forth. “Ain’t good at this,” he admitted with a brief flicker of a smile, “But I owe ya an apology.”

.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Ruairi stopped listening to the trees and focused on who was there. A ball of anxiety suddenly dropped in the pit of Ruairi's stomach the moment he saw Cynric and he had the greatest urge to just...leave. But that wasn't fair to, really, either of them so he just sat there with the discomfort. Plus, he told his clients all the time that the only way to grow was to put yourself in uncomfortable situations.

"Hey." He said quietly. Ruairi had the immediate urge to hide his face from the man. The large, ugly gash that was riddled with stitches wasn't really something he wanted to flaunt but unfortunately, Ruairi couldn't do much about it. "Yeah, sure. Of course." He nodded, his hazel eyes shifting to look the other over. His body language was extremely telling. The guilt had clearly done a toll on him and Ruairi really hated that.

The Irishman mimicked the soft smile from Cynric and he just held his hand out, offering the bench, "You're welcome to sit down." He said with a nod, falling silent for a moment, "You don't...have to apologize for anyt'ing. It was...a lot for all of us." Ruairi couldn't even begin to imagine what Cynric had gone through to invoke that kind of reaction but it had to be a lot.

[ruairimcallisterx]

josephgraves·:

For: @ruairimcallisterx· TIme: 5 days after the attack

The past few days of recovery hadn’t been easy for Joseph. After being rushed to the hospital, barely concious, he’d spent 2 days in the hospital before finally returning home. The neck wound was healing nicely, but it was what had been tore open inside of him that refused to heal. He’d witnessed things he had never, ever thought he would. The memories kept him up at night - the screams echoing against the walls and the throbbing pain of his neck. The bloodshed and violence. If he did sleep, it was only to wake up in a sweat, clawing for his back pocket to grab a pen that didn’t exist.

Joseph came to the decision that he couldn’t sit at home anymore and do nothing. It wasn’t helping him to pace the apartment and sit on his hands. Instead, he formed a plan. He reached out to the coven members and tried to get the information for most of the other individuals that had been trapped inside. Some had been harder than others, and some he didn’t necessarily want to see. There was no need to relive the trauma that many of them brought. But there were names on there that he needed to see. He remembered Ruairi. He remembered the injuries he sustained, and what kind of doctor would he be if he just let that go and didn’t check on him?

He needed to.

So here he stood now, at Ruairi’s doorstep, with his heart racing in his chest. He had been standing there for 4 minutes already, focusing on his deep breathing and slowing his heart. Finally, he reached out and knocked on the door.

.

After the dreaded Valentine's Day fight in the castle, Ruairi had spent a couple days in the hospital, mostly just for monitoring. He had broken some ribs so they wanted to make sure those were set before they would allow him to go home. Ruairi didn't find it all that necessary but he understood so he didn't say much. Luckily for him, he had Lark there so it made the stay far better than he could have hoped. However, the whole thought of everything that had happened was always sitting so heavily on his mind that sleeping was just...difficult.

Not mention sleeping on one side of his face was totally off limits due to the large gash on the side of his face was currently peppered with stitches to keep it together.

When he was finally able to go home, he was directed to be on bedrest and Ruairi agreed. Lark, being the sweetheart that he was, already told him that he didn't have to do anything besides exist. So for the first few days, Lark just did everything he could for Ruairi. The only thing he did by himself was go to the bathroom and shower. Even then, the shower was on tight watch by Lark. The guilt for everything that happened was overwhelming from his lover (for really no reason, honestly). It wasn't his fault anything had happened.

This afternoon, Lark had some work to do at his restaurant so he would be gone for a few hours. Hearing a knock on his door, his brow quirked and he slowly pushed himself from the couch, making his way over there. With a soft smile, he opened the door, half expecting to see Lark there, assuming he forgot his key, but instead, he saw a pretty familiar face to him now. "Oh...hey t'ere." He said, his brows furrowing, "You were uh--" He didn't know his name but he recongized him, "Come on in." Ruairi stepped aside, "Can I get you somet'ing to drink?" He asked, slowly moving into his kitchen. "I am going to admit...I don't know your name." He said a bit sheepishly, "How have...you been?"

[ruairimcallisterx]

waterfairyx·:

WHERE: Coffee House TAG: @ruairimcallisterx·

–

Alara had shown up a little too early, not expecting Ruairi for at least another 10 minutes. It was easy enough to go inside and get them a small table nearer the corner and away from the large crowd at the other end. Students, she presume by their backpacks and name badges. After what happened at the Island & paired with what Cynric had told her, she was desperate to see Ruairi with her own eyes. Never one to be an overly affectionate person, it did seem to be something that flew out the window when it came to those she loved. Probably why the second her brown eyes land on Ru, she’s hurrying over to engulf him in a hug - careful not to squeeze too tight. “Hello.” Alara chuckles, albeit, laced with just a little sadness. His poor face. “I got us a table but I didn’t know what you wanted so I haven’t ordered. Speculating something with lots of sugar?” 

.

Ruairi hadn't seen Alara at all during Valentine's Day weekend but he was happy to know that she was safe. When she invited him to grab some coffee, he happily agreed and headed out towards the shop. He thought about walking there but he was still feeling pretty rough and walking there, honestly, sounded like a pain. So, he called himself a cab. It was the much better option. The moment he slid into the backseat of the vehicle and settled in, he could feel the eyes of the driver staring at the large gash on his face. Ruairi tensed up a bit and turned his head, attemping to hide it. That was something he was going to have to get used to.

Before too long, he was arriving at the coffee shop, paid the driver and pulled himself out of the cab with a groan. The moment he walked inside, he saw Alara beelining towards him and he smiled instantly, wrapping his arms tightly around her, "Hey you." He said, rubbing her back softly. He could hear the sadness in her tone. Anyone could. His arms dropped back at his side and he smiled softly again, "Oh yeah. Definitely some type of chocolate muffin." Ruairi joked as he lead them back towards the table she found and he sat down, "How are you doing? Is everyt'ing okay?"

[ruairimcallisterx]

Special Delivery For: @xcynric​

Ruairi was all about second chances. It was something he steadfastly believed in. And typically, he was pretty open to all interactions with people. But when Alara asked him to meet with Cynric (which was odd all in itself, but he wasn't going to question that), he was skeptical. He trusted Alara. And he did believe that Cynric was probably a good person, but Ruairi had to deal with the memories of what happened and would have a scar on the side of his face to remember it.

But...everyone deserved a second chance.

So he agreed to meet Cynric at Central Park. For a couple of reasons. Number one, Ruairi felt most comfortable outside and around nature. Number two, it was a pretty public place. Public felt like the place to meet up. Not that he thought Cynric would do anything but...it was better to be safe than sorry. Plus, he could hear Lark asking him to do that as well. And honestly, he could hear the man pleading to be there with him but this was something that they had to work out themselves.

Sitting down on an open bench, Ruairi relaxed into the seat and folded his arms across his chest, waiting for the werewolf. He listened to trees nearby, eavesdropping onto their conversation with a soft smile. The trees were always the most entertaining to listen to.

[ruairimcallisterx]

kenxmatsui·:

⇌

Ken grew quiet listening to Ruairi explain, about his species and the recent heartbreak wondering how deep the affection must’ve run to let things reach that level because when he said overrun, Ken pictured something like a forest. Sad now, given the context, but it would’ve been a sight to see. “And is your apartment still like that?” he asked, the guy definitely seemed to be doing better, or maybe it was just an act, reading people emotions was never Ken’s forte, but certain people brought out certain reactions. With Lark, there was nothing other than pity and disdain, but with Ruairi, things softened at the edges, no insults, no pity, just a deep sense of how unfortunate. “I meant you don’t look bad, sad yes, but I chalked that up to you being stuck in this room.” Shaking his head at the next statement, Ken brushed off his apology with ease, “Eh, nothing will meet my needs, I’ll get over it eventually. You should too. Or at least get out this room if you can.”

.

He shook his head, "No." Ruairi said quietly, "I got it under control about a week ago." He admitted, "Good t'ing too. I don't know what t'is room would look like I didn't." How embarrassing would that be? Just him sitting in some sad room with a bunch of vegetation growing out of the walls? Then no one would really want to come in there. His hands rubbed together a bit awkwardly at the thought before he settled them again. No point in thinking about it, really. Things were on the up and up, right?

He nodded slightly, "Oh, okay." His gaze shifted around the room before he chuckled a bit, "Is t'e room t'at bad?" He honestly didn't think so but not much bothered him, to be honest. His head nodded at Ken's words and he looked towards the door, "Yeah...maybe I'll try to sneak out here in a little bit." To be quite honest, he wasn't quite ready to step out. His little SAD room was an odd safe haven for him. But it wasn't a good thing to hideaway. He knew that. "I hope you have a good rest of your weekend." He said with a genuine smile, "T'ank you for...telling me about Lark." Ruairi nodded slightly. Just hearing about the man helped him, whether it was good or not. That's how much he missed him.

[ruairimcallisterx]

lance-a-lark·:

☁︎︎☽☀︎︎☾☁︎︎

Lark didn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t this. Or maybe it was, but he was just doing everything in his power to avoid having expectations that would never come to fruition. But this exceeded anything he could have hoped for. When Ruairi kissed him it was like the pallid world filled with color and life again. Lark threw his arms around him and pulled him as close as he possibly could, kissing back with such a passion poets could only hope to capture. Tangled up with Ruairi he knew this was where he was meant to be, who he was meant to be with. The only thing that made sense in on this wretched earth was them together.

His lips trailed after Rue’s for a moment when the other pulled out of the kiss, not quite ready to stop. But the dryad’s words were everything he needed to hear. Smiling through the tears as Ruairi holds his face in his hands he nods in agreement. “You’re right, you always were,” he affirms, “We’re better together, don’t ever let me forget that.” He peppers Ruairi’s face with kisses before, pressing another deep kiss against his lips, whispering into the kiss, “You are everything to me.” 

He pauses for a moment to look Rue in the eyes, a bashful glow to him, “Just to be clear, this is you saying yes, right? You’ll take me back? I don’t want to assume.”

.

His arms wrapped tightly around Lark's middle, holding his close to him. It had been something he had been wanting to do for weeks now and now that he could, he was going to take full advantage of it. Lark was the only person he could see himself being with. They just made sense together and he was happy to know that the man agreed. Sometimes, being apart was the only way to figure that out. It was an unfortunate way to figure it out, but it was better late than never.

Ruairi could feel his heart swell at the man's words and he just deepend their kiss in response. He loved hearing those words. Being this man's world was all he wanted. A grin immediately crossed his lips at Lark's sweet question. He supposed he hadn't really answered it. He really thought about joking around and pretending to say no, but he just didn't want to, "Of course, love." Ruairi pressed a few kisses to his cheeks before he pulled his arms from around him and grabbed his hand.

Slowly, but surely, he moved towards his couch with Lark and sat down with a groan. While he wanted to stay standing and just...be there with Lark, he was tired and in pain. So sitting just sounded better. After he settled into the plush, Ruairi released a quiet sigh as his body relaxed some. He realized in that moment that he hadn't really checked up on Lark after Valentine's Day, "T'ank you for coming back with me." It really meant a lot, "Are you okay? After...everything?"

[ruairimcallisterx]

nascanturflores·:

🜃

“Minimalistic look is popular though.” Jilynn pointed out reassuringly. “But you know I’d love to help. What really brightens up an empty corner is a plant. Or any space, really.” Her own apartment was like a greenhouse. 

“It’s interesting to see how it plays with another’s aura, even if only temporary. The aura is there, but the artificial emotion sorta dances on the edge.” Realizing she’d given an almost textbook-like answer, she gave a sheepish grin. “The planetarium is definitely my next stop–although…the Zodiac and all that I’m not a big fan of. Still would be interesting to see what they’ve come up with.” 

A soft hum of a chuckle exhaled past her lips. Just like Ruairi to ask if she was okay, rather than the focus on how he was feeling. “I could remind you not to worry about me, but I know you still will. I’m good though, I promise.” Even if he couldn’t see her own aura, it didn’t stop Jilynn from reading Ruairi’s silently to herself. “I can let you get back to hosting–if you need me I’ll be sticking around the room for a while.”

.

Ruairi laughed, "Trust me. I know about t'at." The Dryad smiled. His way of decorating typically consisted of adding some plants to the room and that was about it. The Dryad liked plants. Was it generic of him? Yes. And he accepted that of himself. Lark, when they were together, was given several random plants to spruce of the place. Not that his apartment had needed it. It was quite lovely all on it's own but considering Ruairi considered plants decorating, that was his contribution.

He nodded, "Stars are at least pretty to look at." He added in with a shrug. Ruairi didn't really pay much attention to that himself. But when he was back home, he would watch the stars almost every night. His hazel hues looked Jilynn over as she spoke, glad to hear she was doing okay. He was always checking up on people. It was just what he did, "Good." He said simply, "If you're good t'en I have not'ing to worry about it."

With a huff, he nodded, "Yeah. I guess I should." Not that he was doing much hosting. He was really just waiting around for someone to talk to him, "Sounds good. T'ank you." Ruairi nodded slightly before he huffed, deciding he should greet the guests that entered a few moments ago.

End.

[ruairimcallisterx]

swearonstars·:

·⋅𖥔⋅ ━━✶━━ ⋅𖥔⋅

“Good. You won’t regret it. I promise,” A bright smile breaking across her lips as she gave his pinky a tight squeeze. “And are you kidding me? Look at you. You have the handsome Tarzan look written all over you. Man bun and all.”

.

Ruairi chuckled and lifted his hand to his hair, "I really need to get a haircut, huh?" He asked, more or less rhetorically. He typically kept his hair shorter but, admittedly, he hadn't felt like going to the barbour lately. And the last time he tried to cut his hair himself, it was an actual disaster. Luckily, his hair grows abnormally fast so he only had to deal with it for a couple of weeks but it was still pretty bad. Ever since then, he decided that hair cutting wasn't for him.

Taking a sip from the drink he had, he began to guide them over to the ABC room, "What do we do in t'is room?" Ruairi then asked, realizing he didn't really know much about it besides the clothes thing. In his defense, he wasn't paying much attention to anything. Which probably wasn't great. But he just wasn't in much of a mood for anything. But Reina was being so sweet and kind and he couldn't turn her down. They were really cut from the same cloth.

[ruairimcallisterx]