Irish Luck

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Within about an hour Finn joined us at the Manor and I've spent the last few days hulled up here with them both.

Cian seems completely at one with the place like he spends a significant amount of his time here, everything he needs is already here. Clothes, toiletries and most surprisingly his sketching stuff which I definitely wasn't expecting at all. Most of the time whilst me and Finn watch Netflix on his laptop, Cian sits with us sketching away. But unfortunately he hasn't once let me see what he's drawing even though I'm dying to sneak a peak.

I never pegged him for the artsy type but as soon as a comfortable type of silence settles his sketch pad is the first things he reaches for. 

Where Cian seems completely at home here Finn blatantly hates the place. Adamant that it's haunted, especially with the way the old flooring creaks throughout the night. I on the other hand share the same sentiment as Cian, I like it here it's peaceful and somewhat comforting to be so far away from everything else. 

The whole time we've been here neither of them have mentioned the argument with Hugh, or even said a word about him but I know he's called. Frequently.

Cian ignores every single call and I don't think he's spoken to him the whole time we've been here, whereas Finn not so much. It's clear he has trouble saying no to his brother and I can understand that, they're all obviously very close, but it means when he calls Finn goes meaning I've spent a lot more of my time with Cian.

There's so much more to him than I'd ever even contemplated and the more time I spend with him the more he makes sense to me.

Like how he comes out of himself so much more when it's just the two of us, especially when we walk around grounds. Him showing me the treehouse they all played in as kids, the stream that leads to a lake that still has a rope swing hanging from one of the trees.

It's almost impossible to imagine them all out here young, carefree and playing around without a worry. Especially Hugh, but it's pretty evident Cian has fond memories of this place.

He's not so quiet and reserved out here and where I feel incredibly guilty that I'm coming between them all, I'm also grateful to have this time to actually get to know the twins a lot more. 

Neither of them seems upset about the time I spend with the other and when it's the three of us together it feels so right like it's completely normal even though every part of me is telling me it isn't. 

I have no idea what it means or how to really navigate any of it properly all I know is that it feels right and seems to work.