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anddowntothesea) wrote2015-07-15 08:15 pm
anddowntothesea) wrote2015-07-15 08:15 pm
OPEN - And every love will always bring me down to the sea
He's been meaning to do it since he got back into town but, for various reasons, it's been put off. Still, it now looks like he doesn't have work this week, so he's really got no excuse. The boat herself had a fresh coat of paint not so long ago, so that'll keep, but the sign hasn't been touched since before his father died. His Ma always says that the devil finds work for idle hands.
He's set up on the deck of the Ariadne, stripped down to tank and holed jeans, hair pulled back from his face as he sketches in pencil. He's settled on letting that he likes and now it's just a case of making it fit. And if he's a little pre-occupied, and if he has to restart letters a few more times than he'd like, then he figures that he's not entirely to blame.
He sings to himself while he works, scraps of songs that his Ma used to sing to him and Gale when they were younger; she'd stopped singing by the time Connor was born. But Gabe's feeling okay today, with the sun on his shoulders and a paintbrush in his hand, on his boat, on the water. Yes, life is sometimes baffling, but there are plenty of reasons to be grateful.
ooc: find Gabe on deck of the Ariadne down in the harbor. If your pup is Siren Cove born and bred, feel free to assume a relationship - just let me know! :D
He's set up on the deck of the Ariadne, stripped down to tank and holed jeans, hair pulled back from his face as he sketches in pencil. He's settled on letting that he likes and now it's just a case of making it fit. And if he's a little pre-occupied, and if he has to restart letters a few more times than he'd like, then he figures that he's not entirely to blame.
He sings to himself while he works, scraps of songs that his Ma used to sing to him and Gale when they were younger; she'd stopped singing by the time Connor was born. But Gabe's feeling okay today, with the sun on his shoulders and a paintbrush in his hand, on his boat, on the water. Yes, life is sometimes baffling, but there are plenty of reasons to be grateful.
ooc: find Gabe on deck of the Ariadne down in the harbor. If your pup is Siren Cove born and bred, feel free to assume a relationship - just let me know! :D
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"Hey," he says, grinning. "Less of the Yank, alright? I take after my Ma, I swear."
He picks up the brush again, idly starting to paint as they chat. "Can I get you anything, sweetheart?"
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"Thanks, no, I'm fine," Brigid smiled in return. "Did yer mum teach ye any Irish?" Brigid asked, curious because she'd only met one other who could speak their language away from Ireland itself.
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He shakes his head and has the good grace to look ashamed of himself.
"She tried to, but almost none of it stuck, I'm afraid. I'm far from fluent. Gale's a lot better. She could probably hold a whole conversation."
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Brigid can't help but laugh. "Not t'worry. Yer far from th'only one I've met has a tin ear fer Irish. 'Bout half m'village could speak it, and only half o'them with any fluency. Made fer interestin nights down the pub when that quarter started talkin and a few o'the more paranoid started thinkin they were bein talked about. Some o'th'fights were nothin short of epic."
She giggled even harder at the memory of a tangle of drunk Irish folk brawling each other just outside the pub.
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"You should call in on my Ma," he says, shaking his head and then having to twist back hair that slips into his face. "That sounds exactly like one of her stories from home. Sure, you'd get on like a house on fire."