𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮...
In which a 28 year old American girl meets a 46 year old Irish celebrity, where they bond over loss and learn to love again.
First Installment of the Auden & Cillian series *UNDERGOING EDITS!*
TW: Age Gap...
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"He's late," Brigid stated flatly as placed one hand on her hip and cocked a single eyebrow in Auden's direction.
Auden glanced down at her watch, "Only by like, thirty minutes. Just give him time." Auden was already feeling anxious about seeing Cillian again and Brigid's impatience wasn't helping. Her exhaustion coupled with the nervousness settling into the pit of her stomach made Auden nauseous. She could not stop replaying the memory of Cillian's hand brushing the hair away from her face and whispering to her in the diner. Every time she heard his soft voice ring in her head, she felt heat creep across her cheeks. Now I can see you...
Earlier that morning, Charles and Auden had sat down with Patrick to hammer out the details of his exhibit. A pang of guilt shot through Auden for not inviting Cillian to join, but after last night's adventures she figured it would be best to keep him out of it. The complicate the matters further, Patrick had asked Auden out to dinner this upcoming weekend, which she reluctantly agreed to. Auden needed to network and bring new artists in - Charles had made that clear.
Audenwondered if she should address it to Cillian, or let the situation be. Cillian was drunk last night, so it was possible that he might not even remember their moment together. Would he be embarrassed if she brought it up? Or deny it even happened? Every worst-case scenario played in Auden's head. Auden furrowed her brow, lost in thought. Cillian's mixed messages were beginning to throw her off. Maybe she should just leave it alone.
In that moment, Cillian burst through the front door. In one hand, he had a tray of coffees. His other hand was gripping tiny fingers of a small boy. Cillian looked frazzled - his dark hair was disheveled wildly across his face, and he was wearing a rather hole-y blue sweater. Auden also noticed he was wearing glasses, which she had never seen do before.
Cillian strode quickly across the gallery to Auden, ignoring Brigid's greeting. He was breathing rapidly, and Auden caught a glimpse of anger in his eyes as he handed her the tray of hot drinks without a word. Auden craned her neck to get a look at the young boy hiding behind Cillian's arm. He was gripping Cillian, looking around the gallery timidly. His hair was dark and long, falling over his bright blue eyes.
