Post by Lord Admiral Jack Flynn on Jun 11, 2008 13:22:07 GMT -6
Capt. Jack Flynn The Irishman was walking along the harbor's boardwalk, as the sun began to set. While the path had originally was to take him to the mistress, he paused as he looked out over the shore and saw his family playing in the waves. He couldn't help but smile softly, watching as Seanna alternated between running toward the receding waves and letting out a squeal of happiness as she retreated from the incoming wave. The soft sand of the beach quitted the Irishman's footfalls as he slowly made his way toward where his family sat on the shoreline. As he drew near, however, he could tell that something was occupying Mairi's mind. As he quietly made his way toward her, he did his best to keep his tread quiet. Then he slowly removed his uniform coat, and drapped it about her shoulders. There was a soft smile down to her, before he sat beside her in the sand. And watched their daughter play in the surf. (d)
Mairi Flynn, Ceannfort of Ulster: Mairi stopped herself from running forward to get at Seanna more than once. "She's goin' so fast..." Mairi said, arm outstretched toward Seanna as she acted so worried. "One of the wave 'll carry her away." At the feeling of the coat, Mairi looked back and smiled appreciatively at Jack. She was chilly, and that gave her another reason to call Seanna back. "An' it's too cold." Seanna seemed fine, however, and her lips were a rosy pink--not purple. Mairi did have something on her mind, but attempted to distract her lover by offering him a very grateful, involved kiss when he arrived. At least it wasn't a slap this time. (d)
Jack: "Mmh," Jack said into the kiss. If the Irishman were to chose, he would always welcome the warm, grateful kisses that she gave him over being slapped. The Irishman put his arms behind him, leaning back quietly in the sand. He smiled softly, seeing that some pretty shell had Seanna's attention. Ah, a mother's fears. The Irishman called, "Seanna? Ya wanna come give yer da a hug an' kiss?" The wee 'un looked back toward her Da with a big smile. Before she went back to her parents, she retrieved a very pretty shell from the sand. There was a soft smile, "E'ery day, she amazes me... she tis growin' sae fast." When Seanna reached them, she gently smacked her hands on to Jack's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Before delivering a big kisses. The Irishman returned it, with a "Mahwah!" Then he smiled softly as he sat Seanna in his lap and gently began cleaning her new found treasure of sand. The kiss, however, could not fool Mairi's lover. He passed her a worried look, before returning the cleaned shell back to Seanna, "Oh, aye. Tis a pretty thin'. Ye want ta show yer mum?" As Seanna went off to show her mother, the Irishman leaned back in the sand again to look at Mairi. Silently, his eyes asked 'What's wrong?' (d)
Mairi: Seanna was walking towards Mairi as Jack's eyes caught Mairi's. "Ye wouldn't want me to say, Jack, an' I don't want to hurt ye." Mairi was keenly aware that Seanna was also starting to understand more of what they were talking about. Jack was Da now, and bringing up Sean wouldn't do. Mairi kneeled and held outstretched arms to Seanna, then she took the shell to observe it until Seanna went to put it in her mouth. "No ye don't, yer not eating that." Mairi tugged at it and observed the shell, finally deciding it was large enough to pose no hazard before giving it back. "Don't eat that, it isn't food, dear." She sat down and looked out to the sea as Seanna toddled back to Jack. "She needs to start learnin' the sword now she can walk," Mairi said with every bit of seriousness in her tone. The Ceannfort had a lot on her mind, and she wished to ignore it, but she couldn't hide things from Jack. (d)
Jack: The Irishman canted his head quietly, wondering how she was going to pull that off. When Seanna came back to him, Jack smiled and gladly accepted her back into his lap. Perhaps, there was a compromise, "I dun mind either o' us teachin' yer tha blade..... sae long as ye both learn ta swim." The Irishman glanced over toward as he said the last. He still remembered how Mairi had almost drowned at Dunservrick. That'd scared him more than anything. Then he said softly, "I can stand bein' 'urt now an' again..." Quietly, he slid his hand over to rest on Mairi's. There would be a gentle squeeze, as he said, "But I can nae stand seein' ye 'urtin...." He wanted her to look at him again, to tell him what troubled her. (d)
Mairi: Mairi began to open her mouth in protest. In her heart, the sea was only good for taking things away--but then again, had it not encouraged the seed that had quickened within her womb? She brushed her hair behind her ears and made herself keep her other hand where it was, touching Jack's. "It's what me ma said about Sean," she went on, and couldn't repress a smile as her daughter climbed about Jack, "Did she blame me fer pickin' the wrong person at first, an' if so, what's that make of Seanna? Some ill fate?" With concern she looked down at the girl, who met her wide eyed in response to her name. "Love ma.." Seanna said, then looked up at her da. She wanted him to agree, that they loved Mairi. "An' did that apply to everything...that he was the wrong one...or only to meself, that he might have been wrong fer me?" (d)
Jack: Jack smiled at Seanna, "Aye, we love ma lot's, dun we?" When the child was satisfied with the response and distracted once more, the Irishman let his mind wonder over serious thoughts. He was quiet for a long while, before he said softly, "A mother can ne'er truly blame 'er child fer tha mistakes tha child makes in life....Tis part o' livin' an' learning." Jack was quiet for a while, looking out at the sea. "Yer ma, like e'ery ma, wants 'er child ta have a happy life... ta 'ave the best in life... e'en if tha 'appy course tis nae the best...." He smiled softly, reassuringly, at Mairi, "An' yer ma was happy fer ye, I know it. Yer da tae. They were 'appy fer ye, because ye were happy." There was a soft smile, "Tha's the thing about parents... they 'ave ta see their children happy, an' always crave tha very best fer their children. E'en when it seems tha' what makes a child happy, tis nae the best... they always take what makes a child happy." He was quiet, watching her, seeing if she understood what he was saying. There was a soft smile, "I knae tha' when ye an' I get ta fightin', as we dae, yer mum tis nae doubt lookin' ta yer da an' sayin', 'She deservers better'." The he smiled, playing with Seanna, "An' our daughter will nae suffer some fate, cause o' what made ye happy. She t'will be watch by ye an' I.... an' others...." There was a soft smile. The others was meant to no only include Carrick and Declan, but also his fae mother. Jack was quiet, "Iffen Sean made ye happy at tha time, then nae. He was nae the wrong one... but if he did nae treat ye right, iffen ye were nae happy wit' him... then aye, he was tha wrong one." He looked at her, "But only ye can be sayin' tha. Nae I, nae yer ma er yer da. Only ye." (d)
Mairi: She weighed those words rather seriously, smiling at him in a manner of understanding before she squeezed his hand. She was first eager to reply, "I love ye too, Seanna, an yer da, very much." Seanna kept playing with the shells, crawling off Jack's lap, but primarily she kept close by. "I understand when ye say it that way, Jack," she replied. "He was good to me...the best he could have been, just frequently gone. I'll never fault Sean for his duty to Ulster. It hurt, but...it did not make him wrong in me own eyes; I know it took courage for him to be away knowin' I was full with Seanna." She looked contemplatively towards the sea, then at Seanna. "Don't ye be goin' too far." Mairi turned to the side and offered Jack another kiss, her heart at ease. She didn't feel wrong in still loving Sean as much as she did, though her thoughts about certain aspects of their life together--the fights, the bedroom time--dwindled nowadays. She held in her heart the patriotic memory of him shared by most of Ulster. Eventually she snuggled right up to Jack, wrapping herself in the coat he'd put on her shoulders, and before too long, little Seanna in her pretty green dress found herself cold enough to snuggle up between them as well. Mairi opened the coat nd put her arms around Seanna, leaving room for her to breathe or for her to stick her head out. Seanna, however, was already very tired. Intent on sleeping, she breathed, but did not stir, resting on Mairi's belly with the coat wrapped mostly around her. Mairi looked more pregnant than she had in their trip to Tir na Nog, though she didn't think on it. She just sighed and rested her head on Jack's shoulder. (d)
Jack: The Irishman in turn smile in understanding to Mairi, since it seemed that her heart wasn't the only one that had been put to ease. Jack wrapped his arms around her, gently holding her close. He rested his chin atop her head, quietly watching the waves roll into the shore. There was a soft smile, as he kissed her forehead gently. What a serene picture they made. Then he said, softly, "Come on, lets be getting' Seanna back ta her bed, aye?" There was a gentle smile, "Her adventures ta tha sea 'ave tuckered 'er out." Once the family began moving, Jack would gently take Seanna into his arms and carry her. The wee un put her head on Jack's shoulder, much as her mother had, and dozed as the family made their way back to the shore. (d)
Mairi: "Aye," Mairi agreed. There would always be a solemnity to the Ceannfort. In her mind, it came with her duties...the duties of motherhood and of taking care of all of Ulster. Nothing would run smoothly in either case, and she had to be prepared for that. Opening up the coat again, she let Jack take Seanna, and as the babe slept on the walk back, Mairi took Jack's hand. "Bein' with the right one now doesn't take away all me worries," she noted. Mairi and Sean had never entirely been this way. It had always been her pursuing him, and though he agreed with the behavior wholeheartedly, he had never taken as much initiative as Jack. Experiencing the woes of the first trimester of pregnancy, Mairi pulled at the fabric of her dress, which covered her chest. "I'll have to get in to that abaya dress soon," she said disappointedly, "an' let the darts out of the dresses I have that have 'em." (D)
Jack: Jack smiled softly at hearing Mairi's words, "I dun think anythin'll take away tha worries tha we 'ave.... what we 'ave, only makes tha worries a touch less worrisome." Gently, he squeezed Mairi's hand. There was a soft laugh, hearing Mairi's words. Although the pair of them had made love, it was by choice that Jack hadn't done anything to relieve the ache that, no doubt, was forming in Mairi's breast. "I think ye'll look quiet mealtacht in it," He offered. There was a glance to her, a soft smile. (d)
Mairi Flynn, Ceannfort of Ulster: Mairi stopped herself from running forward to get at Seanna more than once. "She's goin' so fast..." Mairi said, arm outstretched toward Seanna as she acted so worried. "One of the wave 'll carry her away." At the feeling of the coat, Mairi looked back and smiled appreciatively at Jack. She was chilly, and that gave her another reason to call Seanna back. "An' it's too cold." Seanna seemed fine, however, and her lips were a rosy pink--not purple. Mairi did have something on her mind, but attempted to distract her lover by offering him a very grateful, involved kiss when he arrived. At least it wasn't a slap this time. (d)
Jack: "Mmh," Jack said into the kiss. If the Irishman were to chose, he would always welcome the warm, grateful kisses that she gave him over being slapped. The Irishman put his arms behind him, leaning back quietly in the sand. He smiled softly, seeing that some pretty shell had Seanna's attention. Ah, a mother's fears. The Irishman called, "Seanna? Ya wanna come give yer da a hug an' kiss?" The wee 'un looked back toward her Da with a big smile. Before she went back to her parents, she retrieved a very pretty shell from the sand. There was a soft smile, "E'ery day, she amazes me... she tis growin' sae fast." When Seanna reached them, she gently smacked her hands on to Jack's shoulders and looked him in the eyes. Before delivering a big kisses. The Irishman returned it, with a "Mahwah!" Then he smiled softly as he sat Seanna in his lap and gently began cleaning her new found treasure of sand. The kiss, however, could not fool Mairi's lover. He passed her a worried look, before returning the cleaned shell back to Seanna, "Oh, aye. Tis a pretty thin'. Ye want ta show yer mum?" As Seanna went off to show her mother, the Irishman leaned back in the sand again to look at Mairi. Silently, his eyes asked 'What's wrong?' (d)
Mairi: Seanna was walking towards Mairi as Jack's eyes caught Mairi's. "Ye wouldn't want me to say, Jack, an' I don't want to hurt ye." Mairi was keenly aware that Seanna was also starting to understand more of what they were talking about. Jack was Da now, and bringing up Sean wouldn't do. Mairi kneeled and held outstretched arms to Seanna, then she took the shell to observe it until Seanna went to put it in her mouth. "No ye don't, yer not eating that." Mairi tugged at it and observed the shell, finally deciding it was large enough to pose no hazard before giving it back. "Don't eat that, it isn't food, dear." She sat down and looked out to the sea as Seanna toddled back to Jack. "She needs to start learnin' the sword now she can walk," Mairi said with every bit of seriousness in her tone. The Ceannfort had a lot on her mind, and she wished to ignore it, but she couldn't hide things from Jack. (d)
Jack: The Irishman canted his head quietly, wondering how she was going to pull that off. When Seanna came back to him, Jack smiled and gladly accepted her back into his lap. Perhaps, there was a compromise, "I dun mind either o' us teachin' yer tha blade..... sae long as ye both learn ta swim." The Irishman glanced over toward as he said the last. He still remembered how Mairi had almost drowned at Dunservrick. That'd scared him more than anything. Then he said softly, "I can stand bein' 'urt now an' again..." Quietly, he slid his hand over to rest on Mairi's. There would be a gentle squeeze, as he said, "But I can nae stand seein' ye 'urtin...." He wanted her to look at him again, to tell him what troubled her. (d)
Mairi: Mairi began to open her mouth in protest. In her heart, the sea was only good for taking things away--but then again, had it not encouraged the seed that had quickened within her womb? She brushed her hair behind her ears and made herself keep her other hand where it was, touching Jack's. "It's what me ma said about Sean," she went on, and couldn't repress a smile as her daughter climbed about Jack, "Did she blame me fer pickin' the wrong person at first, an' if so, what's that make of Seanna? Some ill fate?" With concern she looked down at the girl, who met her wide eyed in response to her name. "Love ma.." Seanna said, then looked up at her da. She wanted him to agree, that they loved Mairi. "An' did that apply to everything...that he was the wrong one...or only to meself, that he might have been wrong fer me?" (d)
Jack: Jack smiled at Seanna, "Aye, we love ma lot's, dun we?" When the child was satisfied with the response and distracted once more, the Irishman let his mind wonder over serious thoughts. He was quiet for a long while, before he said softly, "A mother can ne'er truly blame 'er child fer tha mistakes tha child makes in life....Tis part o' livin' an' learning." Jack was quiet for a while, looking out at the sea. "Yer ma, like e'ery ma, wants 'er child ta have a happy life... ta 'ave the best in life... e'en if tha 'appy course tis nae the best...." He smiled softly, reassuringly, at Mairi, "An' yer ma was happy fer ye, I know it. Yer da tae. They were 'appy fer ye, because ye were happy." There was a soft smile, "Tha's the thing about parents... they 'ave ta see their children happy, an' always crave tha very best fer their children. E'en when it seems tha' what makes a child happy, tis nae the best... they always take what makes a child happy." He was quiet, watching her, seeing if she understood what he was saying. There was a soft smile, "I knae tha' when ye an' I get ta fightin', as we dae, yer mum tis nae doubt lookin' ta yer da an' sayin', 'She deservers better'." The he smiled, playing with Seanna, "An' our daughter will nae suffer some fate, cause o' what made ye happy. She t'will be watch by ye an' I.... an' others...." There was a soft smile. The others was meant to no only include Carrick and Declan, but also his fae mother. Jack was quiet, "Iffen Sean made ye happy at tha time, then nae. He was nae the wrong one... but if he did nae treat ye right, iffen ye were nae happy wit' him... then aye, he was tha wrong one." He looked at her, "But only ye can be sayin' tha. Nae I, nae yer ma er yer da. Only ye." (d)
Mairi: She weighed those words rather seriously, smiling at him in a manner of understanding before she squeezed his hand. She was first eager to reply, "I love ye too, Seanna, an yer da, very much." Seanna kept playing with the shells, crawling off Jack's lap, but primarily she kept close by. "I understand when ye say it that way, Jack," she replied. "He was good to me...the best he could have been, just frequently gone. I'll never fault Sean for his duty to Ulster. It hurt, but...it did not make him wrong in me own eyes; I know it took courage for him to be away knowin' I was full with Seanna." She looked contemplatively towards the sea, then at Seanna. "Don't ye be goin' too far." Mairi turned to the side and offered Jack another kiss, her heart at ease. She didn't feel wrong in still loving Sean as much as she did, though her thoughts about certain aspects of their life together--the fights, the bedroom time--dwindled nowadays. She held in her heart the patriotic memory of him shared by most of Ulster. Eventually she snuggled right up to Jack, wrapping herself in the coat he'd put on her shoulders, and before too long, little Seanna in her pretty green dress found herself cold enough to snuggle up between them as well. Mairi opened the coat nd put her arms around Seanna, leaving room for her to breathe or for her to stick her head out. Seanna, however, was already very tired. Intent on sleeping, she breathed, but did not stir, resting on Mairi's belly with the coat wrapped mostly around her. Mairi looked more pregnant than she had in their trip to Tir na Nog, though she didn't think on it. She just sighed and rested her head on Jack's shoulder. (d)
Jack: The Irishman in turn smile in understanding to Mairi, since it seemed that her heart wasn't the only one that had been put to ease. Jack wrapped his arms around her, gently holding her close. He rested his chin atop her head, quietly watching the waves roll into the shore. There was a soft smile, as he kissed her forehead gently. What a serene picture they made. Then he said, softly, "Come on, lets be getting' Seanna back ta her bed, aye?" There was a gentle smile, "Her adventures ta tha sea 'ave tuckered 'er out." Once the family began moving, Jack would gently take Seanna into his arms and carry her. The wee un put her head on Jack's shoulder, much as her mother had, and dozed as the family made their way back to the shore. (d)
Mairi: "Aye," Mairi agreed. There would always be a solemnity to the Ceannfort. In her mind, it came with her duties...the duties of motherhood and of taking care of all of Ulster. Nothing would run smoothly in either case, and she had to be prepared for that. Opening up the coat again, she let Jack take Seanna, and as the babe slept on the walk back, Mairi took Jack's hand. "Bein' with the right one now doesn't take away all me worries," she noted. Mairi and Sean had never entirely been this way. It had always been her pursuing him, and though he agreed with the behavior wholeheartedly, he had never taken as much initiative as Jack. Experiencing the woes of the first trimester of pregnancy, Mairi pulled at the fabric of her dress, which covered her chest. "I'll have to get in to that abaya dress soon," she said disappointedly, "an' let the darts out of the dresses I have that have 'em." (D)
Jack: Jack smiled softly at hearing Mairi's words, "I dun think anythin'll take away tha worries tha we 'ave.... what we 'ave, only makes tha worries a touch less worrisome." Gently, he squeezed Mairi's hand. There was a soft laugh, hearing Mairi's words. Although the pair of them had made love, it was by choice that Jack hadn't done anything to relieve the ache that, no doubt, was forming in Mairi's breast. "I think ye'll look quiet mealtacht in it," He offered. There was a glance to her, a soft smile. (d)
