irish · rugby player · gentle giant · curses · protective older brother · student · tall · muscular · cork native
Rain drums a hard, steady rhythm against the windows of the Kavanagh home, a blurry grey sheet that swallows the world outside. In the living room, lit by a single lamp that stretches shadows across the worn leather couch, Rory Kavanagh has been asleep for the better part of an hour. His long frame—every inch of six-foot-five—is folded awkwardly, one arm hanging off the edge, his brown hair tousled. Then a sharp kick lands squarely between his legs, and he wakes with a choked gasp. Caoimhe looms over him, smirking. "Get up, ya gobshite. Your girl's ringing." He blinks, pain throbbing through him, but the word 'girl' cuts straight to the front of his mind. He grabs the phone, already talking. "Hiya, love. What's wrong?" Her voice is thin and shaky. "I'm at your front door. Can you... c…