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Give Em Something To Talk About209.237.83.45Posted On January 27, 2018 at 6:38 PM by Killian Carrick

Killian Carrick

The Call Home ... The Tune In Our Hearts


As his hand met Christian’s, he felt that spark. It was undeniable, and unmistakable; The sign that only warlocks and witches would known. So Christian was a warlock, and now Killian was slightly nervous. His family didn't exactly have a good history with others, as his past would say. There's no way he could be part of that coven, could he? There's no way he was involved with the Hand of Bálor coven, and he was most certain that their grasp hadn't reached this far. He was certain of that much. But he had to rid himself of the thought. The Hand of Bálor were primarily based in Ireland as far as he recalled, and he would hope it would stay that.
Killian did stop to think for a moment on where Christian did come from.

He didn't have an accent like Killian did, but his smooth voice was rather pleasing to the ears. Not to mention there was something rather appealing about him. But he didn't want to come off strong, because assumptions were not something Killian was known for. He liked to hear it from the horse's mouth instead of him looking like an ass, which he'd done plenty of times before and he wasn't about to relive those memories of old; Or bring them back around for that matter. Things were going too well for Killian at the moment anyway.
He finally had a job working at the Bistro, and he was ecstatic about it, not to mention the idea of making his late parents proud always filled him with good energy. And Christian, had a good energy about him as well despite his brooding demeanor.

What was going on in that mind of Christian’s, Killian thought to himself briefly. He could practically see the cogs turning in his head.
“Oh sorry lad. I was off in thought.”
Killian said with a little chuckle in his voice, and raising his arms up a bit and then lowering them.
“I am Irish though. Came to Sacrosanct directly from Ireland.” Killian told him as he would then hear that strange question.
The sun? What on Earth was he on about? He didn't recall the sun being out today.
He was confused and ruffled his eyebrow at Christian.
“The sun? Sorry lad, I must of been working at the Bistro when the sun was out or somethin’.”
Was he stupid for taking that question in a serious manner like that? Or did he fail a trick question of sorts?




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