#riagan

[lynxmoth]

*charges through wall* I'M LATE. I'M LATE FOR ARO DAY. HAVE A RIAGÁN.

[springthings]

@riagan.

        " you're the prince? " she says, dreamily, leaning forward with her hands holding up her head. her hands, the only thing holding up her head. dizzyness has enveloped her like a hug, something warm and tender and familiar. " they don't even make princes in people land! you're, like, so cool. "

[valmoxium]

painted the crazy ass named riagán

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Some portraits of some of the boys

Portrait commissions are currently open!

[lickstynine]

Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Thirty-Two

written with @ocsickficsideblog

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The walk to the park wasn't far, and the sun was sparkling on the snow-topped trees. Kit took a deep breath even though it burned in his lungs. The air felt fresher so far from the city, with a hint of the scots pine scent he'd come to associate with Siofra. For some reason, the cold air stinging his cheeks wasn't such a bother today.

"The snow is beautiful out in the country, don't you think, Al?" He asked.

“Definitely. It’s not all gross and brown like in the city. I wish we lived in the country.”

"I wanna live in a village near the city. So ye can have a peaceful cottage out in nature, but still get to a real doctor or somethin' if you're dyin'." Siofra said.

"I think we have a country house somewhere like that in France…" Kit mused.

“Kit, the boy who’s so posh he forgets where his holiday homes are,” Alistair said.

"Well, I know we have a few in France! I just can't remember if there's a country home there or just one in Italy." Kit protested.

Siofra guffawed. "You're not helpin' yer case, lad."

Luckily for Kit, he didn't get a chance to make more of an idiot of himself because they'd arrived at the park. Cillian and Riagán were already throwing snowballs at each other, while Finny ran around them, boofing happily.

“Come on, Kit, let’s see if you can actually hit anyone,” Alistair teased.

"It's not likely, but at least I'm the smallest target." Kit laughed. He'd barely finished the sentence when Cillian nailed him in the back of the head with a snowball. He shrieked, dropping dramatically to the ground and crying, "Avenge me!"

Siofra dutifully chucked a snowball at her brother in retaliation. He tried to duck, but it exploded against his shoulder. She whooped victoriously, barely dodging a snowball thrown by Riagán. Alistair joined in too, with surprisingly good aim. He’d always been the pitcher in PE because he was so bad at everything else. A snowball splattered against Riagán's broad back as he ran behind a tree. He and Cillian could throw powerfully and precisely, but they were still massive targets. He cried out as if the snowball had actually hurt, when in truth, he'd barely felt it.

"Cilli, they got me!" He groaned, slumping dramatically against a tree. His brother just scoffed.

"Nut up an' get 'em back, then!" He yelled, chucking a snowball at Alistair and diving behind a tree.

It hit Alistair as he turned to run, making him squeal. “Fuck, it went down my back!”

Siofra snorted. "Bet you've said that before," she teased, earning herself a snowball to the face. "Oof! Bitch…" she grumbled, but she was grinning. She dodged the snowball Cillian threw at her, but it put her right in the trajectory of Riagán's next throw. She yelled and rolled with the impact, chucking several snowballs back at her brothers in quick succession. Most missed completely, but one slammed into a tree between the boys, exploding and hitting both of them with frosty shrapnel.

Cillian and Riagán yelled as they were sprayed with snow, charging into battle with their arms full of snowballs. Siofra ran to hide, reaching to pull Kit out of the line of fire, only to find he was no longer hiding behind her. Alistair was too caught up in the competition to notice now, managing to scale the lower branches of a large oak tree hanging over Cillian and Riagán. He jumped up and down on it, hanging onto the trunk, sending a showering cascade of snow onto the boys. They bellowed in surprise and rage, trying to shake him out of the tree. Siofra laughed, chucking snowballs at them while they were distracted. They spun around to attack her, distracted just long enough for Alistair to escape.

Siofra cackled when her brothers saw Alistair running away, only to get a huge snowball to the gut. "Wankers!" She yelled, grinning and chasing after them.

Alistair finally noticed he couldn’t see Kit anywhere. “Oi, Siofra! Where’d princess go?”

Siofra spun around, completely ignoring the snowball that hit her in the back of the head. She was starting to look worried when a whistle came from deeper in the trees. Kit was standing a ways into the forest, waving at them.

"Over here!" He called.

Siofra went over to meet him, followed by her brothers. They were all a little afraid he'd freeze to death if left alone too long. As the weight of several Raffertys stomped through the snow, it suddenly gave way, and they tumbled through a layer of branches, carefully placed and concealed with snow. They only fell a few feet, into a small dip in the path, but Siofra cursed loudly, laughing as she landed on her ass in a heap of snow. Cillian and Riagán looked baffled, sitting in the snow and staring at one another, still trying to process what had happened.

Kit stood under a nearby tree, safely out of the way of the trap he'd laid. He laughed uproariously as Siofra and her brothers climbed to their feet, but his expression quickly shifted to panic as Siofra scrambled out of the trap and charged after him.

"Crafty bastard!"

Kit shrieked, darting off through the trees with Siofra (and Finny) hot on his tail. Alistair laughed and ran after Siofra. “I’ve got your back, Kit!”

Siofra was gaining steadily on Kit, and she nailed him in the back with a snowball. He yelped and kept running, only to trip on a tree root. The momentum sent him flying and he landed face-first in the deep snow. Siofra paused for a moment, then ran over with a much less vengeful urgency. If it were her brothers, she would've laughed and kept throwing snowballs, but Kit… She was half afraid he'd broken his neck when she got close enough to see him trembling. Shit. Was he crying?

"Fuck me, that was a tumble… are ya okay?"

She knelt down, pulling Kit out of the snow as carefully as possible, while Finny snuffled worriedly at his legs. To her surprise, Kit was laughing when she dusted him off.

"I'm fine! I'm wearing enough coats to survive a fall off the Eiffel tower." He snorted in a manner far less dignified than any noise he normally made. "I did get snow in my nose, though."

Alistair was less sympathetic, laughing his ass off. “Nice one!”

"Arse." Kit thumped Alistair with one snow-covered glove, but he was grinning. He thought he'd hate being out here, mind the chill stinging his cheeks, the cold air burning his lungs, the slush trickling down his back, but he didn't care. His heart was pounding, and he was gasping for breath, but he was having a great time. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so good, especially not sober. He got lost in his thoughts, staring off into the trees with a ditzy smile.

“It’s nice to see you smile like that,” Alistair said, grinning too. He had snowflakes in his eyelashes and hair, and had somehow lost his hat and one glove during the snowball fight.

Kit shook his head at his cousin. "You still can't play outside without losing clothes. If we stay out here too long, you'll go home nude." He teased.

“Oh yes, my pants are constantly just falling off without warning,” Alistair said sarcastically. “Wait. That sounded weird.”

Kit laughed again, his eyes sparkling with genuine delight. "You're an idiot. But I'm really glad you came with me."

Alistair went pink, looking pleased. “It’s nice to be able to spend the holidays with you.” He was suddenly engulfed in his cousin's arms, which, thanks to the dozen layers Kit was wearing, felt about like hugging a sentient mattress.

Siofra grinned at the boys, "That's gay."

"You're gay," Kit mumbled, his voice muffled in Alistair's jacket.

"Does that make ye my girlfriend?" Siofra asked.

Kit huffed, but he was chuckling into Alistair's shoulder. "Oh, fuck you."

"I know ya want to." Siofra stuck her tongue out at him, only to get smacked in the face with a fresh snowball. Riagán was already running away laughing as she sputtered and chased after him.

Kit watched them run, Finny bounding along beside Siofra, and he smiled.

"Al?"

“Yes? By the way, all of that between you and Siofra was painful to listen to. But go on.”

Kit shoved his cousin lightly. "You're painful to listen to. But I was saying, I think… I think things are going to be okay."

Alistair looked at him properly. “Really?”

"Yeah, really. Don't make me think about it too much, I might change my mind." Kit was grinning even as he said it.

“No way.” This time Alistair hugged him, too tight as usual. “I’m so glad you feel that way, Kit.”

Kit squawked as he was squished in his cousin's grasp. "Can't keep feeling that way if you suffocate me."

“Sorry! I’ve never been able to stop that, have I?” Alistair laughed, releasing Kit.

"Never. But I love you anyway."

“I love you too,” Alistair said earnestly.

Kit smiled back, and it looked like he might say something else when a snowball nailed him square in the face. He shrieked, and Siofra laughed.

"That's called payback, bitch!"

Kit spit out a mouthful of slush, laughing as Finny came galloping over and tackled Alistair into the snow. He looked around at Siofra and her brothers, shouting and laughing and throwing snowballs, then back down at Alistair, rolling in the snow with Finny. This wasn't so bad, he decided. Life definitely wasn't perfect, but it was going to be okay.

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[lickstynine]

this started out as a pen sketch on notebook paper ages ago. I liked it enough to import, ink, and colour it. Still kinda rough cause I'm getting used to Sketchbook, but overall, I really like it.

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