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❝ so, i’m going to go through this again; { you’re going to do what i want }, understand? ❞ of course his abilities were being used out of habit, but at the same time, he wasn’t quite sure they were going to work --- it was fifty fifty these days.

// @grimsaved

#grimsaved #/plz don't mind him he's rude

* @grimsaved followed

❛ okay but you didn’t see that, right ?? ❜

#grimsaved #* i hold my heart in my hands // and beg you to heal it ( MAIN )

@grimsaved // awh thanks babe. here y’go.

Caoimhe Siobhán McNamara. Vampire. Born 1854 / Sired 1892. Eternally 38 / 163. Face: Rachel McAdams. Caoimhe Siobhán McNamara was born in Enniskerry, County Wicklow, Ireland. She was the youngest of three; having two older brothers before her (Angus and Fionn). Her father was a prominent and well-liked business owner (Muiredach), her mother a dutiful housewife (Siobhán). They weren't wealthy but were definitely comfortable. Her mother had grown up in high social circles and was the perfect hostess and female figure for the time. Her parents were in love, though they did not start out as such, due to the fact it was a marriage of convenience originally. But they grew to be in love. A rare sight in those days. Both of her brothers grew into strong, strapping lads. While Angus was the eldest and typically to take over the business, it was Fionn who in-earnest would be the better choice. Fionn had always been the scholar (particularly good with mathematics) while Angus had been the brawn, more muscle and power. It was unfortunate that the Irish Army wouldn't be founded for another 68 years. Angus eventually was hired as a personal muscle to a friend of the family, who paid him more than well. 1863. She was served her very first cup of hot chocolate; which proved to be ultimately the last time. While she only took the smallest sip, it was more than obvious that she was deathly allergic to chocolate. So she would never partake again. Since then, she's been very careful and cautious, but still has had two attacks more since. 1870. Caoimhe was blossoming into a beautiful young lady. It was her first season. She was well-admired by her peers and already quite known, mostly due to her parents, especially her mother. Her brothers were also considered admirable as they were good sons who abided the rules and were charming, polite gentlemen. She had many suitors express interest but nobody offered for her hand. She was poised and gracious. It was puzzling to say the least. Her father allowed for another season. Then they would decide what to do afterwards. Her mother favored the idea that perhaps they should have started her when she was younger (14), but her father had been stubborn that 16 was plenty young enough. Caoimhe was never to blame. By this time, Angus was courting the daughter of the man he worked for. It was showing promise and she was happy for him. The second season proved the same. Though there was happiness to recall. Angus proposed to his lady and they would be wed in the fall (November of 1872). So the "situation" with Caoimhe would be held off until after the new year. The wedding was a memory, beautiful and blissful. There were tears everywhere. Her brother would continue to work for his father-in-law. His new wife would be expecting just as they came into 1873. Fionn meanwhile; was focused on the family business and nothing else. But her parents were proud and that was enough. Her nephew and niece (twins) were born in April of 1873. She was to be their godmother as she had grown especially close to her sister-in-law. Angus was also given a promotion ---- his father-in-law had decided to expand his business to London and would give complete reigns to Angus. So the family was to move at the end of summer. Caoimhe was asked to join them and help care for the wee babes and keep Angus' wife company. It seemed the perfect solution and she would be given a monthly allowance through her father, who approved. Caoimhe was hesitant but inevitably agreed. In the end of August, the budding new family moved to Highgate. It was a sprawling estate that while seemed imposing was more than welcoming. Settling in was a breeze. Angus had no trouble taking the reigns and soon made the business as prosperous as the one back home. His wife would bear two more children, both girls. Caoimhe would eventually come to tutor the girls in proper etiquette and society. Over the years it all became routine. Angus worked. His wife doted on the children. Caoimhe was more or less a companion to both mother and children. Fionn was only really focused on his job. Years passed. And Caoimhe had long since given up hope of finding someone for herself. To unclasp herself from her family. She was not seen as a burden, she was helping ---- but she felt almost as if they deserved more privacy than they had. It would be almost twenty years before this all changed. The year was 1890 and murmurs throughout the social circles that a new addition had come amidst them. He wouldn't be in the season, as he was a far bit older; but he was handsome and royalty (an Irish Prince no less). It was at this time that her sister-in-law's youngest was debuting at a party and Caoimhe was to chaperone. He happened to be there as a welcoming into the circles. His name was Tadhg Mehigan. He was tall, mysterious, with dark features though very appealing to look at. Most of all he was kind and sensitive. A tribute ---- given his larger frame ---- one would not consider. While Caoimhe's niece was chatting with some of her peers and being asked to dance, Caoimhe herself drew the attention of the Prince. Something she hadn't expected in the slightest. She spoke with him amiably, but gave no other interest which puzzled the Prince. Had he been giving off the wrong signals? No, no he hadn't. It was she. She had been so accustomed to not and set in such ways, she didn't recall what this was.<br> It would be a few more affairs and much arm-twisting (even calling upon her brother-in-law to aide) before she agreed to one stroll through the gardens. Caoimhe was appalled that the prank had gone thus far and that her brother-in-law had also been swindled into it. And so. She called the Prince out. Which ended in a way neither intended. The Prince seemed genuinely heartbroken. But not for himself; for her. He intentions were honest and she had captivated him since the first night he spied her.

#( out of muses. )#grimsaved