~{ The Spare }~

Aodhan Uí Cruind, Second Son It's time now to sing out, Tho' the story never ends. Let's celebrate, Remember a year in the life of friends

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“i think ye may be feigning ignorance,” evander confessed, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “which is fine — i can always steal a trifle from yer apartments when ye least expect it.”

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“Are you accusing me of theft?” the Irishman inquired incredulously. Maybe if he dressed like a lord instead of a commoner, he wouldn’t be at the moment. But at the same time he sincerely hoped he was being accused for a reason other than appearance. “I can assure you upon the life of my mother that I have not taken anything that is not mine.”

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she almost missed the ring of the bell signaling someone had entered her shop, but she managed to peek out around the piles of silk that towered over her head. “hello darling! so sorry, i’ll be right with you! feel free to take a look around. we have some beautiful new fabrics by the door.”

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“Take your time, I’m not even sure what I’m looking for!” came the chipper response in a pleasant Irish brogue. It had come to his attention that around here a man in court needed more than one fine outfit and had come for a few more. At home he had never worn much other than his simple hunting clothes, much like his own knights would wear. “Don’t think I have ever seen so many fine cloths in one place before...”

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He made sure to use the utmost care in gathering the Duchess’ papers. He would hate to be the one to ruin them, though he was a little confused as to why one would travel around with ‘priceless and frail’ items. Still, he was not one to judge, just because he was not interested in such things. “Here, your Grace.” He relinquished her items before tearing a long strip off the edge of his tunic. “It isn’t a ribbon, but perhaps it will do to hold your articles together until you have such time to get one?” 

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“Never a problem, my good sir!” came the cheerful reply. Aodhan had always made it his business to help people. Not because he wanted praise, oh hell he hated that. But because he felt there was no need for anyone to ever be in want of someone to help out. “Hope nothing got hopelessly mussed up...”

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“It’s not a problem!” he spoke as he handed her items back carefully. He was somewhat clumsy himself and had no desire to send her things back along the ground. “Aodhan Ui Cruind, second son of the Lord Ui Cruind.” His family name and title came with an air of reluctance, as if he was not overly fond of having it. “But there is no need for formalities as far as I am concerned! Unless you are more comfortable with them, of course.”

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“I do believe my mother was quite used to my somewhat reckless tendencies by that point. I was never the most ideal of children,” he responded, not even remotely apologetic about his past transgression. He had always been unafraid of almost everything, including what people would think of him. 

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☘ Aodhan is the second son and third child to the English born Irish Lord, Conchobhar Ui Cruind and his wife, Aoife. He has three siblings, having one younger sister as well. As the second son of  lord, he is much regarded as ‘The Spare’ and while he was raised with as good an education as his brother, he was never held to the same standards, a fact he always took advantage of. He would go off for hunts or long rides spanning many days, often was late or just didn’t show up for matters of court, nor was he ever betrothed, as his position was not one high enough to attract any suitable wives.

He came to England, and its lavish courts, simply for a change of air, a new adventure. He uses his fathers small country estate as his base and sometimes even mingles with other noble’s, though his rough and tumble attitude and love of simpler things makes him seem somewhat uncultured. 

☘ Stats

Name: Aodhan Ui Cruind

Rank: Lord 

Age: Thirty-Four

Orientation: Asexual, Demi-Romantic

Country of Origin: Ireland

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“I’m rather clumsy myself, so believe me when I say, I have been in the situation many times myself!” the Irish lord returned her smile as her handed her items back. “I once dropped an antique vase of my ma’s.”

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“Need help?” Aodhan asked, squatting down to help pick up the scatter objects that had tumbled from the other’s grasp. He began to collect them without waiting for an answer.

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I Miss Merlin meme: [1/3] knights

Gwaine

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You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.

Maya Angelou (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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Arthur: Uh, excuse me! Who’s in charge here?

Gwaine: Well, usually that’s whoever yells the loudest.

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Gwaine’s face is my face whenever Arthur abuses Merlin yet again