Post by Deleted on Feb 11, 2013 15:00:11 GMT -8
⇨ ★ If anybody does have anything they want to request and I don't procrastinate orz, then give me a prompt! Now then, time to add my own Kirkland drabble to the little collection we have building up here. So, cue very bad writing and an ever worse title! orz
A redheaded woman lay sprawled out across the sofa in her living room, holding a book with one hand that was propped up on her chest and affectionately scratching the head of a small red setter puppy curled up on her stomach with her other. The dog let out what sounded like a small snore at this and nuzzled into its owners hand. Aoife smiled slightly before turning her attention back to the book she had been previously glancing over. The book was large, with a faded leather cover after being left out in the sun on her coffee table for too long. It had hardly ever been opened... Come to think of it, Aoife could hardly recall the last time she’d even looked inside. Really, the album had always remained more of a decoration for her apartment than something to actually sit and read. But this evening, it was a little different. The Irishwoman had found herself intrigued; tempted just to peek inside. Without a single word, Aoife ran her fingers along the side of the album and turned the first page.
Iain. There he was, right in the centre of the paper. Even in photographs, he always had that same rather smug grin on his face. Aoife couldn't help but grin at the sight of her oldest sibling. He was more than a brother to her, after all. He was a friend. Iain was the one in the family she found she could be completely honest with. Throughout their childhood and to this day, the Scotsman had supported her, cared for her and had been a rock when times were tough. It was because of Iain that the family really stayed in tact. He was the glue that held the Kirklands all together as he silently watched on from the sides and secretly went on protecting them all from the shadows. Aoife was not stupid; and was more than aware that it was Iain who brought her and the rest of the family back together after they had parted ways. Without Iain, the family would crumble apart. And Aoife would be left without the person she felt she could talk to.
The thought was sickening, so she quickly pushed it out of her mind and went on to the next page in the photo album.
Cerys; her sister. Although, half the time it seemed Cerys took it upon herself to be more of a mother-role to Aoife and the rest of the family. She was the mother hen of the group. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing for the Kirklands, though. Even if nobody wanted to say it out loud, everyone knew they all needed a figure of stability; somebody they could rely upon. Someone who didn't mind taking the time to wipe away the tears and make it feel better. Aoife may have been far to stubborn to admit it, but even though she herself would never go and cry her heart out to Cerys (despite the fact she knew she would have been welcomed with open arms), she appreciated and respected the love and kindness the Welsh woman had to offer to her siblings. Maybe, one of these days, Aoife would be able to swallow her pride and drop the "tough girl" act just for a while a cry her heart out to Cerys. Maybe...
No. Aoife wouldn't be letting go of her emotions like that. Not anytime soon. But even so, the thought that if she ever wanted to and Cerys was there was comforting, to say the least.
The family "Golden Boy", Arthur, was situated on the next page. Aoife almost instinctively frowned at the sight of him. Was it dislike for her younger brother, or a deep-seated jealousy that was still lingering from their childhood. Their relationship was strained, to say the least. Growing up, Aoife had hated the little blonde boy and did everything she could to get away from him. The memories of her constant bullying towards Arthur made her cringe. Because, no matter how much she wanted to dislike her brother, they were still family. And she cared for him much more than she would ever let on. She was proud of his accomplishments now, and regretted the fact she had never been a good older sister to him. If she could turn back the clock and fix her relationship with Arthur when they were younger, Aoife would. But for now, she would silently watch on as he grew, and give him that reassuring smile whenever his back was turned. Because she just couldn't show her true emotions to him.
Aoife smiled the moment her eyes landed on the photo of Peter. Smiling was instinctive whenever Peter was around. He was adorable; so young and full of life... He hadn't yet been tarnished by the horrors of adult life, and Aoife was glad for it. He was the spark of the family, the youthful joy that helped her laugh again when it felt the world was against you. Sure, he could be annoying sometimes, but Aoife didn't care. She didn't want him to grow up. All she wanted was to shower Peter with all the love she could and look after him like a big sister, not a cousin. Peter was like a second chance; a chance to be the sister she should have been with Arthur. She was grateful for the opportunity, and would do anything to prevent making a mess if it. She needed to be there for Peter if he wanted her.
Of course, her other cousins, Steven and Sophia could not be forgotten. They were just as important a part in the Kirkland family as her siblings were. Like Peter, they brought a new found joy, excitement and liveliness to the family. Outgoing, fun to be around (it also was good that they shared similar interests), Steven and Sophia were easy to get along with. It was a shame that Aoife did not yet know them so well. They really had never seen much of each other. But, whenever either one of the cousins smiled, it became infections and soon it would be passed on to everyone. That was the effect they had on people.
The smile remained as she turned the page once more--
A breath. A pause. A moment of silence as emerald green eyes lay transfixed on the final page in the photo album; the final member of the family...
Donald...
Oh God, where to begin. He had given her some of the happiest moments of her life, and given her the most heartbreak as well. There had always been a bond between them. They were twins; polar opposites yet one in the same. A complete set. They shared smiles, laughs and dreams together. They had been inseparable. Aoife still could not understand why he had left. That feeling still stung like a knife was stabbed into her back. But she just didn't know what to do about Donny. There were days when all she wanted was to cry and scream all of her feelings at him; pour out the anger, hurt and complete betrayal she had to deal with when he was gone. And yet... a part of her still so desperately just wanted to... hold onto him. Cling on and never let him go again. She wanted what they once had. But that was never going to happen. She would never say it out loud. So instead, she kept a cold mask worn at all times around her twin.
She would never admit her true feelings to him. Not now. Aoife was too stubborn for that.
Slowly, wiping away a few tears that prickled the back of her eyes, Aoife closed over the book and dropped it to the ground now that the chapters of her family had once again been read.
A redheaded woman lay sprawled out across the sofa in her living room, holding a book with one hand that was propped up on her chest and affectionately scratching the head of a small red setter puppy curled up on her stomach with her other. The dog let out what sounded like a small snore at this and nuzzled into its owners hand. Aoife smiled slightly before turning her attention back to the book she had been previously glancing over. The book was large, with a faded leather cover after being left out in the sun on her coffee table for too long. It had hardly ever been opened... Come to think of it, Aoife could hardly recall the last time she’d even looked inside. Really, the album had always remained more of a decoration for her apartment than something to actually sit and read. But this evening, it was a little different. The Irishwoman had found herself intrigued; tempted just to peek inside. Without a single word, Aoife ran her fingers along the side of the album and turned the first page.
Iain. There he was, right in the centre of the paper. Even in photographs, he always had that same rather smug grin on his face. Aoife couldn't help but grin at the sight of her oldest sibling. He was more than a brother to her, after all. He was a friend. Iain was the one in the family she found she could be completely honest with. Throughout their childhood and to this day, the Scotsman had supported her, cared for her and had been a rock when times were tough. It was because of Iain that the family really stayed in tact. He was the glue that held the Kirklands all together as he silently watched on from the sides and secretly went on protecting them all from the shadows. Aoife was not stupid; and was more than aware that it was Iain who brought her and the rest of the family back together after they had parted ways. Without Iain, the family would crumble apart. And Aoife would be left without the person she felt she could talk to.
The thought was sickening, so she quickly pushed it out of her mind and went on to the next page in the photo album.
Cerys; her sister. Although, half the time it seemed Cerys took it upon herself to be more of a mother-role to Aoife and the rest of the family. She was the mother hen of the group. That wasn't necessarily a bad thing for the Kirklands, though. Even if nobody wanted to say it out loud, everyone knew they all needed a figure of stability; somebody they could rely upon. Someone who didn't mind taking the time to wipe away the tears and make it feel better. Aoife may have been far to stubborn to admit it, but even though she herself would never go and cry her heart out to Cerys (despite the fact she knew she would have been welcomed with open arms), she appreciated and respected the love and kindness the Welsh woman had to offer to her siblings. Maybe, one of these days, Aoife would be able to swallow her pride and drop the "tough girl" act just for a while a cry her heart out to Cerys. Maybe...
No. Aoife wouldn't be letting go of her emotions like that. Not anytime soon. But even so, the thought that if she ever wanted to and Cerys was there was comforting, to say the least.
The family "Golden Boy", Arthur, was situated on the next page. Aoife almost instinctively frowned at the sight of him. Was it dislike for her younger brother, or a deep-seated jealousy that was still lingering from their childhood. Their relationship was strained, to say the least. Growing up, Aoife had hated the little blonde boy and did everything she could to get away from him. The memories of her constant bullying towards Arthur made her cringe. Because, no matter how much she wanted to dislike her brother, they were still family. And she cared for him much more than she would ever let on. She was proud of his accomplishments now, and regretted the fact she had never been a good older sister to him. If she could turn back the clock and fix her relationship with Arthur when they were younger, Aoife would. But for now, she would silently watch on as he grew, and give him that reassuring smile whenever his back was turned. Because she just couldn't show her true emotions to him.
Aoife smiled the moment her eyes landed on the photo of Peter. Smiling was instinctive whenever Peter was around. He was adorable; so young and full of life... He hadn't yet been tarnished by the horrors of adult life, and Aoife was glad for it. He was the spark of the family, the youthful joy that helped her laugh again when it felt the world was against you. Sure, he could be annoying sometimes, but Aoife didn't care. She didn't want him to grow up. All she wanted was to shower Peter with all the love she could and look after him like a big sister, not a cousin. Peter was like a second chance; a chance to be the sister she should have been with Arthur. She was grateful for the opportunity, and would do anything to prevent making a mess if it. She needed to be there for Peter if he wanted her.
Of course, her other cousins, Steven and Sophia could not be forgotten. They were just as important a part in the Kirkland family as her siblings were. Like Peter, they brought a new found joy, excitement and liveliness to the family. Outgoing, fun to be around (it also was good that they shared similar interests), Steven and Sophia were easy to get along with. It was a shame that Aoife did not yet know them so well. They really had never seen much of each other. But, whenever either one of the cousins smiled, it became infections and soon it would be passed on to everyone. That was the effect they had on people.
The smile remained as she turned the page once more--
A breath. A pause. A moment of silence as emerald green eyes lay transfixed on the final page in the photo album; the final member of the family...
Donald...
Oh God, where to begin. He had given her some of the happiest moments of her life, and given her the most heartbreak as well. There had always been a bond between them. They were twins; polar opposites yet one in the same. A complete set. They shared smiles, laughs and dreams together. They had been inseparable. Aoife still could not understand why he had left. That feeling still stung like a knife was stabbed into her back. But she just didn't know what to do about Donny. There were days when all she wanted was to cry and scream all of her feelings at him; pour out the anger, hurt and complete betrayal she had to deal with when he was gone. And yet... a part of her still so desperately just wanted to... hold onto him. Cling on and never let him go again. She wanted what they once had. But that was never going to happen. She would never say it out loud. So instead, she kept a cold mask worn at all times around her twin.
She would never admit her true feelings to him. Not now. Aoife was too stubborn for that.
Slowly, wiping away a few tears that prickled the back of her eyes, Aoife closed over the book and dropped it to the ground now that the chapters of her family had once again been read.