#au. º ( beochaoineadh. )

[caemthe]

@ensuists​ said.º

Ryouta’s smirk is cocky as ever, arrogance radiating off of his body as he looks over at his companion for the evening. “I would say it’s such a shame for someone as good-looking as you to be alone this evening, but maybe it doesn’t have to be such a pity, hm~?” His fingers trail lightly over the rim of a near empty glass, winking at the other. What can he say? He sees an attractive stranger and he just has to flirt. “Care to join me for a drink, beau? I could use a refill anyway.” (for whoever vibes with this! sorry for how late it is!)

     Ferdiad didn’t even know why he had agreed to come in the first place. No, wait, that wasn’t exactly right. He knew why he had agreed to come: the team winning a championship and him receiving quite the notable individual award. That was nice, but was it really worth the possibility of getting in trouble? He always avoided cameras and appearing on the news for things unrelated to his sport, so... why did he agree to tag along anyway? “…” Oh right, he should be friendlier with his teammates and try to act less... ‘stoic’. But Ferdiad didn’t think he was ‘stoic’, he just didn’t have much to say and it wasn’t easy to concentrate on practice and talk to others at the same time.

     It was while he was wondering if he should just excuse himself and leave already that he heard the stranger’s voice. He looked up from his phone, looked around and… “…?” It took him a second to realize that, one, he was actually alone, where the hell had everyone else gone? Two, the stranger was talking to him... Wait, huh? That was weird. And, three, he honestly had no idea what he was supposed to say. ‘I actually came with my friends’ wasn’t going to work considering that he was all alone now. No, seriously, when did they all leave? Well, he couldn’t really blame them for it, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a bit upset about it.

     Regardless… what was he supposed to say now?

     “I don’t drink.” He ended up saying in his usual dry and exasperated tone, something he was quick to notice and almost made him wince after the words left his mouth. It was true that he didn’t drink as he didn’t want to compromise his physical performance, but it came out way worse than intended so he was quick to correct himself. “I’m sorry, I mean, I really don’t drink, but I can get you another glass of…” He had no idea what they had. Damn.  “Uhh… I didn’t quite catch your name?”

#ensuists #ferdia. ° ( saber. ) #au. º ( beochaoineadh. ) #/ ty for the ask! #/ ferdiad sucks but he has a modern verse so !! lifts the most awkward soccer guy !!

[caemthe]

     How much are you willing to sacrifice for your dream?

     What would you do if you can’t stop thinking that you made the wrong choice?

     Before deciding to leave and focus on his career, Ferdiad never imagined that he would be facing those questions every single day. Thought, hoped, that he would stop thinking of them after more time passed, after they completely cut him out of their life ( he could never blame for that )... and yet... How stupid I was. The man’s heart still ached at the memory of the ‘high school sweetheart’ the manager said he would eventually get over with. No matter how good the game was, the recognitions and contracts he managed to get over the years, there was always something missing, an emptiness that couldn’t be fulfilled, a smile he wanted to see between the crowd... and it was never there.

     Maybe that’s why he didn’t care much after the accident. Ended up losing sensation on different parts of the body and, while he said it didn’t affect his performance, insisted that he still had the muscle memory, was pressured invited to try a different treatment and see if that worked. And, while it wasn’t easy to keep a low profile, he could do fine most of the time ever since he stopped dying his hair black. The day he was done unpacking, Ferdiad decided to go out for a walk, see how the area was, maybe buy a few groceries since it didn’t feel right to leave the kitchen empty and untouched. Honestly, he was expecting to have an uneventful day just like any other day. The last person he was expecting to see that evening was... 

     “...Cú...?” He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was impossible. He had to be dreaming... this was just... cruel. And yet, he still found himself walking closer and closer to that familiar and beautiful form, even longer hair, t-that really was- “Cú Chulainn. It’s...” He paused, suddenly unable to make coherent sentences when they turned to look at him. “...years, I-, it’s been, and you, but then...” God, when was the last time he felt like a complete idiot like this? There was no reason why he should be feeling so hopeful and yet... “I’m me, you remember me, r-right? I’m- this is so, I just can’t...” He wasn’t making sense. In the end, he just groaned and rubbed his temples, impossibly embarrassed by his inability to act like a normal human being. “There was no day in which I didn’t think of you.”  / @corrchoigilt​

#corrchoigilt #ferdia. ° ( saber. ) #au. º ( beochaoineadh. ) #/ evil again >:3c #tw: injury #tw: medical #/ ferdiad loses the ability to make coherent speech in an unexpected scenario in front of the veggies section and tbh? relatable of him