The Overseer of The Isles

Chapter nine: his gift and her truth

Aengus was knocked out on the couch, taking one of his mandatory naps for work, when he heard bagging on his door. He rolled off the couch and went to open it, while rubbing sleep from his eyes. He then opened the door revealing the dark haired woman, her face slightly tinted pink and hands behind her back.

"Oh," he mumbled out, surprised, "Did you leave something here, Miss?" he asked, wondering why she came back

"Well," she stared, voice small and her own accent barely noticeable, "i came to, one, properly introduce myself and two, to give you something."

Aengus put up his hands, a small smile on his face, "Love, there's no need for that. it was the right thing to do." 

she shook her head, "No i must pay you back, especially if you're gonna be dealing with me for the rest of your life now."

"What do you mean by tha-" but he was cut off

"My name is Deirdre and here," she shoved the gift into his hands, "and this is a family tradition to give our new spouses something good. and since i didn't know what you would want i got you some paints, you seem artsy."

She handed him a paint palette with beautiful shades, colors and a big bow on it. He grabbed it and stared at it in awe. but then froze. What did Deirdre just say? New spouse? Maybe it was his constant sleep depravity kicking in, or maybe she said something completely and entirely different.

The two stared at each other before Aengus let out a yawn, interrupting the silence. Deirdre was staring at her now-human husband. Was this really who she was saddled with? She let out a sigh before walking into the lighthouse's flat, dodging him.

He watched her pass him, still in shock about what she said, but hey, it won't hurt to have an extra pair of hands around. So he walked in after her, closing the door behind him. He saw her looking around and inspecting thongs, like she had never seen things like them before, but he wouldn't judge.