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@cladhaire ; starter call. 

     “Wait, wait, wait...” Her countenance changes from engaged to positively dubious. “You’re tellin’ me.... You’re a leprechaun?” Roxanne had always believed in the mystical, the magical, the paranormal. On St. Paddy’s Day, when she was younger, she would leave out shamrock shaped shortbread cookies with green icing to boot. She would leave a glass of milk next to it and wait all night for the leprechauns to come out until her mother shooed her off to bed. 

...But a seven foot tall leprechaun? This guy had to be pulling her chain. “Bullshit. Prove it.”

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          JEALOUSY !   an  acrid  emotion,   one  scarcely  experienced  but  which  claws  at  the  delicate  confines  of  rib  cage  nonetheless   ------   even  now,   even  days  past.   she  can  still  hear  the  familiar  burr  which  initially  caught  her  attention  from  across  the  bar,   still  glance  over  to  see  lumbering  form  pull  another  too  close.   she  recognizes  the  filth  in  his  smirk  as  he  leans  down  to  murmur  something  unheard,   and  she  sees  the  spark  of  recipient’s  delight,   knows  it  as  her  own.   footsteps  fall  with  greater  intensity  against  treads  below  as  memory  berates  own  psyche;   so  much  so  that  if  she  still  possessed  coin’s  strength,   this  staircase  would  have  long  since  failed  her.

          JEALOUSY !   acrid,   hypocritical,   prevailing.   she  finds  empty  vengeance  in  the  empty  embrace  of  a  man  unfulfilling,   perfectly  timed  that  it  might  occur  right  before  she  is  meant  to  meet  sweeney.   two  eyes  for  an  eye  seems  only  fair  to  woman  scorned.   tresses  are  left  intentionally  mussed,   lips  swollen  by  her  own  passionless  ferocity.   she  wants  him  to  see  it  on  her  as  soon  as  twisted  knob   (   just  a  little  too  hard,   now   )   grants  her  access  to  their  room.   the  act  itself  did  nothing  to  assuage  the  gnawing  within,   but  hopes  are  high  that  his  reaction  might.

                                              ❛   ---------   hey.   ❜

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@lcgilimens

that psd is gorgeous!!!!!!!!

@cladhaire​

your psd is beautiful!

THANK YOU!!

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@cladhaire replied to your post: Apparently Essie really digs getting it on…

sweeney knows 😏

Honestly, after the meme I did yesterday, I have zero clue how she’d react if Sweeney ever found out she’s had naughty dreams about banging him in the woods 😂

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for each ⭐️ i get, i’ll write a headcanon about our muses | @cladhaire

Essie might have told the children at the manor that she simply fell asleep that night on the moor when she got lost, only to wake up at the lighthouse. But she actually does have a memory of her summoned leprechaun finding her, picking her up and carrying her to safety. She can’t say for certain that the whole thing wasn’t just a dream she had while she was asleep, hence why it was left out of the story, but she likes to believe she might actually have witnessed him that night.

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cladhaire replied to your post: ��

essie and sweeney’s entire relationship literally murders me

HARD SAME HONESTLY.

I was always gonna wreck me cause Essie’s CtA is among the ones that stuck with me the most in the book for that scene where she passes away and once I found out it was getting merged with Sweeney’s backstory for the episode that aired on my goddamn birthday, I knew I’d be a total mess by the end of it.