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I finally gave my sister the blanket I made for her future kid. So I can finally post it.
Bought the pattern on Raverly. It's called Irish Lullaby.
Sister picked the yarn, so it's super squishy and will be good for "tummy time" or so she says. After I've done some other projects, I'd love to revisit this to make my own blanket in a different yarn that will lay better.
I have adapted just the middle panel in other yarn to make a wide scarf. Still a wip because I keep forgetting about it. 😬
It's just a super satisfying pattern to watch build up and feel the texture.
Calming them down when they have a bad dream.
Okay, you are officially my ‘I’m going to prompt her into figuring out plot!’ person!!! Another one that took a while because I couldn’t figure out who was having the bad dream! lol Thank you so much! I think at this point, I’ll gladly take any you throw my way!
From this prompt list
On AO3 here
Caleb Shepard and Kaidan Alenko, mshenko
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His eyes shoot open, his body is on full alert even before his brain struggles to catch up and yet he has no idea what woke him. The light from the fish tank casts a light blue haze throughout the cabin, otherwise it is dark. The room is silent save for the hum of the VI that keeps the tank running and the soft whir of the air recycling system on the Normandy. The wild thump of his pulse reminds him that something pulled him from deep sleep, though whatever the cause is still a mystery ...
… until a soft grunt of distress echoes near his ear and an arm tightens around him. Instinct kicks in faster than his brain, and he rolls over until they are face to face, if somewhat awkwardly. His eyes are shut, hidden away from view, but witness to god-only-knows-what behind darkened lids, but it’s clear he sees something as the eyes beneath move far too rapidly to suggest otherwise. Another grunt escapes his lips, this time accompanied by a sharp move of his hip as if jerking away from something … or someone.
Reacting quickly, Shepard cradles Kaidan’s cheek in his hand. “Mo Ghrá,” he murmurs soothingly. “Kaidan, wake up … it’s a dream. It’s only a dream.” Kaidan’s body is taking on the familiar blue sheen of biotic energy when a shocked gasp fills the air and his fly open. When he draws back, Caleb does not protest. How many times has he woken from a nightmare, uncertain when it ceases to hold power? “Bail ó Dhia ort,” Caleb whispers in hopes it will chase the nightmare away and ease Kaidan’s mind.
Kaidan blinks a few times, but Caleb sees the minute recognition sets in. A shudder, as uncontrollable as it is violent, shakes him and he turns away. Caleb gives him space and time, rising from the bed to retrieve a familiar bottle from his desk. When he returns to the bed, he sets the drinks aside before asking, “Better now?”
Another shudder assaults Kaidan, but he nods though he won’t look up. Caleb sits and hands over one of the drinks. His eye is on Kaidan’s hands, but the liquid inside does not shake nearly so much. He murmurs the familiar toast, as ingrained in him as breathing, and takes a sip. Kaidan says nothing and downs the two fingers all at once. A grimace twitches across Caleb’s face and he sets the drink aside before moving his pillow behind his back. “Want to talk about it?” He has an idea, but will wait for confirmation.
“Not … not really.”
Caleb pries the empty glass from Kaidan’s fingers and sets it aside before patting the bed nest to him. “How about just sitting together for a while then?” he offers instead. There is a moment of suspicion, he can see it pass behind Kaidan’s whiskey colored gaze, and Caleb wants to laugh. However, he understands the power of nightmares and this is hardly the time. He pats the bed a second time and, with some reluctance, Kaidan sits beside him.
The room is still dark save for the light from the fish tank, but that’s okay because he has the eyes of the sealgair. Slowly, gently, he finds Kaidan’s hand with his and laces their fingers together. He waits long minutes for him to get comfortable again, to relax; only then, Caleb knows, do the last tendrils of the dream start to fade. It is then he starts humming softly. He feels Kaidan tense as his fingers tighten around his, but they soon relax once more. The song is old and familiar, one from Caleb’s childhood. It’s one he reaches for in dark times, when the dreams attack him, and imagines Nan singing it to him once more. After several rounds of humming, and Kaidan relaxed enough to rest his head on Caleb’s shoulder, Shepard starts to sing softly.
Over in Killarney,many years ago My mother sang a song to me in tones so sweet and low Just a simple little ditty in her good old Irish way And I'd give the world if she could sing that song to me this day …
Kaidan pulls back just enough to glance up at him. “Is that …? What is that?”
Chuckling softly, Caleb shrugs. “It’s a lullaby.”
“A lullaby?” His eyes narrow slightly. “I’m hardly a child, you know.”
The chuckle evolves into a full belly laugh. “No, you aren’t that,” he agrees. Reaching over, he pulls Kaidan back, wrapping his arm around his shoulder. “It’s what Nan used to sing to me when I had bad dreams. I always found it soothing.” He glances over, grins and adds, “It could be worse.”
A look of skepticism fills Kaidan’s eyes now. “Yeah?”
With a nod, Caleb replies, “I could have chosen ‘My Bonnie,’ or one of our more … erm, patriotic songs.”
Kaidan’s eyes roll as he drops his head to Shepard’s shoulder once more. “Sing it again,” he says after a moment.
“Really?” It isn’t that he’s startled by the request, but he is curious.
“If it works for you, maybe it’ll work for me.”
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby…
here’s an Irish Lullaby for St Patrick’s Day 🍀🍀🍀
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Today is my tenth Mothers Day without my mom. I’ve been thinking a lot about what I want to be like when I’m a mom someday, and what traditions and values I want to instill in my future children that my mom instilled in me. As I was thinking, I remembered the song she used to sing to me to comfort me. She sang it to help me fall asleep, to feel better when I was sick, and especially after I’d had a nightmare. She only knew the chorus of “Irish Lullaby”, but to this day that song makes me feel safe and comforted. I know it’s something I want to share with my kids someday, and I decided to learn the whole song, the words of which happen to be very fitting, in honor of her and those memories that are so precious to me. I decided to share the song here with all of you in the hopes that it also brings you comfort and peace. I love you so much, mom. This one’s for you.
Florida’s Space Coast Symphony just posted some songs of Emmet’s recent concert(s) on its YouTube channel. Excuse me while I squeal in excitement....
Since St.Patrick's Day was last week, and I just remembered something, ya'll are getting some soft aquishy stuff.
Once upon a time in like, 2014 or something. I was listening to music on Pandora, and the song 'Irish Lullaby' by Celtic Ladies came on, and even though I was at work it stopped me in my tracks. I froze. The song tenderly cradled some part of me I didn't know was there. It held some inexplicable warmth for me. And, I can't properly explain it.
I listened to it on repeat for a while, then life happened and as happens, it became a familiar song I enjoyed but didn't think about much.
Until a few years passed and one day I was talking to my grandma and she mentioned that she used to sing 'Irish Lulaby' to rock me to sleep when I was a baby.
"Wait what?" I had asked
Seeing my interest, Grandma then enthusiastically sang it for me.
She sang it a little rushed, in a way that tells she wasn't sure I wanted her to sing it. But it meant the world to me, and I made sure to let her know.
I had no memory or her lullaby. I had been an infant. But, still it remains somehow. Deeply lodged in some part of my soul that I didn't realize was still there until I heard that song again.
I really like that song.
