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Uncle Liam.
UNCLE LIAM 🥺
He saw her walking barefoot by a remote shore, tall and straight, her breasts white as moonlight on snow where they swelled around above the dark folds of her gown,
r/menwritingwomen
A) This dude is totally that bitch Oonagh’s kid
B) Niamh darling that makes him your uncle and idk i dont think yall subscribe to the modes of targaryen marriage
“It will be hard for him,” she went on, “very hard. He is not one of us, not truly, though we forget it sometimes. He does not understand that this is not a true parting but simply a moving on, a changing.”
No man. I just read 600 goddamn pages of red and sorcha being goals and now you do this to me? ITS TOO MUCH
“My brother was about your age when he first felt it. Finbar, I mean. Conor remembers that. It is a painful skill, one few would wish for themselves.”
Still depressed about Finbar btw
He was tanned brown as a nut, with his hair plaited down his back; and he wore three rings in the one ear; and he had a strange, many-colored bird that sat on his shoulder and asked you politely if you wanted a roll in the hay, dear?
Uncle Paddy became a pirate, also excuse me parrot?
“If our old foe Richard of Northwoods is the yardstick,”
vomits, oh you mean DICK
“There’s no need for haste,” said Iubdan quietly. “Such matters are weighty and should be given due consideration.
Lol kinda rich coming from red
the young druid’s hands moved down
Noooooo girl that is your UNCLEEEE
“You have forfeited the right to make your own choices.” My father’s words hung in a cruel silence.
Im sure this is a very complicated situation and that there are reasons why they arent telling her the truth, but come the fuck on bros, youre just fueling the fire by being so secretive. Shes gonna run away or do something stupid
“What would a man like you know about conscience?” I muttered, as he turned on his heel and walked away. If he heard me, he gave no sign of it.
I am here and ready for this enemies to lovers voyage, lets go
“By God, woman, you work an issue threadbare with your twisted logic!” he said impatiently. “Enough of this. We’ve work to do.”
Just now im remembering that we literally spent like 80% of the last book with a silent protagonist. That was fun, but now it’s even more fun with a protag who can talk tf back when she needs to lol
“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he said, “or what you hope to achieve by this. I suggest you get up quietly and go back inside to your job and in future behave less like a cheap roadside slut and more like the healer you’re supposed to be.”
I. I AM AGOG.
“That is a half-truth such as I would expect from your kind. It is women who inflict the deepest damage, who guide their men onto a path of destruction. My life has been shaped by this.
WHO HURT YOU
Such is the influence of a few outlandish tales, told by one who knows well the feminine art of persuasion, who uses her face and her body and her honeyed words to make a man do what he should not.”
Bran my guy you are on my last fuckin straw lol
“You will achieve nothing that way,” said Bran. “A woman’s tears are turned on as readily as the flow from a pump. I am immune to this.”
oh my. FUCKING god
They tell of this in tales, the tales of great lovers who are parted, and long for each other, and at length find joy together. But no tale matched up to this. Afterward, we lay still in each other’s arms, and neither of us could find a word to say.
I cannot believe this just happened, this feels a little rushed. Just a few days ago this guy was calling her a slut and telling her to shut her mouth. Also Evan hasnt been in the ground more than half a day lol. I needed more buildup, but alas
Edit after reading a bit further: Well, guess maybe we can chalk this up to just young, impulsive love or lust. Now that I can believe i think
“Hold your tongue! Don’t use that name! Pack your things and go; I don’t want you here one instant longer.” A cold stone in the heart. That was how it felt. There wasn’t much to pack. When it was done, I went down the hill and stood for a moment by Evan’s grave. I could barely tell where the earth had been disturbed. It would not be long before every sign was gone. “Farewell, friend,” I whispered.
Enemies to lovers is back on the menu, boys
But the strong smell of the ale seemed to turn my stomach, and I had to make a hurried excuse and retreat outside to retch up my breakfast under a rowan bush. I supposed I had eaten too much. I always seemed to be hungry these days. Later, I felt fine, and dismissed my malady as nothing important. But when it happened again the next day, and the next, I stayed away from the kitchens in the mornings, restricting myself to pruning, sweeping, harvesting seed, drying and storing herbs.
sweet baby jesus, if she’s preggo i stg
You are very like your mother. Whoever it was, he had got through the barrier around my mind in a flash, with a skill far beyond even Conor’s. I had no hope of countering such strength. The same, but not the same. I sat there, unable to look up. You don’t need to look. You know who I am. The water turned opaque, then reflective. And his image was there.
FINBAAARRRRRRR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
“You ask me that? Can’t you see what this marriage has done to her? Can’t you remember what she was?” “That’s unfair, Liadan. A woman must submit to her father’s ruling and later to her husband’s. That is only right and natural.
Ok honestly, fuck all the men who forced Niamh into this. All yall know the hell that Sorcha went through and you still put your own niece/daughter through this? Im angry. Even Red, im disappointed in him
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. “You cheapen what was between us,” I said, alarmed to be arguing with my father, whom I respected more than anyone in the world. “This was no—no casual liaison, no careless coupling—It was—” “Remind me, how long was it you were away?” Father asked.
Im torn between thinking Liadan is still just a 16 yr old girl who just had her first love and is naive, and that she’s wise beyond her years and actually feels this deeper than love connection between herself and bran. Like idk what the book wants me to think. Do i treat 16 yr old girls like normal 16 yr old girls in this universe?
But I have never believed, not for a single moment, that what I chose to do was wrong. You are your mother’s daughter. I do not have it in me to believe your choices can be faulty. Surely good must come of this in the end. There, sweetheart, weep if you will.
I know i just said fuck the men and that im disappointed in red, but damn it it’s hard not to love him.
“‘Hold on. Hold on, until it is time. That is all you can do.’” Conor fell silent. It was a strange way to end a tale, but it was unmistakably the end.
With every tale, I go in kinda hoping it’s over fast so we can get on with the story. But i always find myself getting sucked into the tale anyway and i dont even remember that the characters are just in a room listening. It’s kinda cool. The tales are cool
I admitted to myself that it had been his help I had wanted all along.
No fucking shit
What had wrought such a change was a mystery to me. I was not foolish enough to believe I might some day hold him in my arms again and hear him speak words of love. These were the thoughts of a silly, romantic girl, I said to myself severely. But I spoke to our son and told him: He is your father. A man who is the best at what he does, always. A man you can trust with your life.
It’s kinda a mystery to me too cause man idk i just dont believe this relationship. I dont get why shes so in love with him except sex, which i guess, yeah, sure, true, but it just doesnt feel like that’s what the book wants me to think.
His face was bleached of color, and he looked shattered and old. Aisling sprang up to take his arm and lead him to a seat by the fire, and he shook off her solicitous grasp with a violent jerk of the arm. That in itself showed how far stretched he was. Dark mud coated his shoes and was spattered over his clothing.
Bro am i terrible for feeling bad for Eamonn? I just kinda feel bad for the guy
“All breech births are difficult,” I said, my heart thumping. “Who was that child?”
LIL JOHNNY BOY
My father gave a nod. “I see it, Jenny.” Thus had he called her ever since the time they first met, when she had no voice to tell her real name.
NO SHOT HE STILL CALLS HER JENNY JFC
“I’m sorry,” he said curtly. “I have waited a long time for you. You promised me an answer at Beltaine. I want your answer, Liadan.”
The answer is no, bitch
Then Liam put out his hand again, very deliberately, and clasped my father by the shoulder; and this time he did not allow himself to be shaken off. “You are our brother,” he said quietly. “We need your help. Come.”
im fucking crying bro
“Go safe, little owl,” said Conor, in a voice I hardly recognized.
I am CRYINGG
If I am her son, then I am a son of the shadows, condemned to walk in darkness.
Ay ‘der it is
And yet, when I told her the truth of it, she opened her arms to me as if there were nothing to forgive. I spit on the laws of men that lay down what we may or may not feel for each other. In all this web of sorrow and darkness, the bond between us is a single bright thread, too strong to be severed. I will keep her safe; I will pledge all that is in me to protect her. That comes first, above all.
Bro, i want a book telling THEIR story. Ive read maybe a handful of pages about Ciaran and Niamh’s relationship and i somehow find it more compelling than Liadan and Bran. Also theyre uncle and niece and fuck it, i still ship it?
“A messenger,” said Ciarán. “A loan more than a gift. You may have need of him. But remember. Such a creature must be called upon only at the last extreme. Only when all else has failed and you are without aid, and body and spirit reach the end of their strength, then send him. Such a messenger should not be employed lightly.”
Chekhov’s raven
“What?” He sprang to his feet in outrage. “That man would have taken my woman and my child for his own? A man whose father was a traitor of the worst kind? By the powers of hell, I should have slit his throat when I had the chance.”
Bran: “I don’t deserve you Liadan. Move on without me. I can’t be with you.”
Also Bran one second later: “How dare another man come for MYY woman.”
“The world is simple, I think, in its essence: Life, death, love, hate. Desire, fulfillment. Magic. That, perhaps, is the only complicated part.”
