e--ochaidh-blog

[e--ochaidh-blog]

Time for him to go.

[e--ochaidh-blog]

cursedspear‌:

                 “   WHAT  reasons  ,  Eochaidh  ?   “

“I wanna be cool..”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

Eochaidh: *embarrassed by his dad but humors him anyway bc he loves him*

[e--ochaidh-blog]

riastradd‌:

“There is no glory to be found in fighting children. Come back when you are an adult.”

“Did y’not fight a child before? It’s not like y’can’t.”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

LET HIM ACHIEVE HIS DREAM OF KICKING CU’S ASS AND WOOING EMER

[e--ochaidh-blog]

cursedspear‌:

             “   ARE  you  perchance  familiar  with  Mo  Ghile  Mear  ?   “  he  inquires  ,  before  he  softly  sings  the  chorus  ,  as  if  to  refresh  Eochadh’s  memories  .                                                   “  Sé  mo  laoch  ,  mo  Ghile  Mear,                                                    'Sé  mo  Chaesar  ,  Ghile  Mear  ,                                                   Suan  ná  séan  ní  bhfuaireas  féin                                                 Ó  chuaigh  i  gcéin  mo  Ghile  Mear  .  “

“S-Sé  mo  laoch..” It takes a few seconds for him to get it, awkwardly repeating after his father to jog his memory; but he does get it, and when he does, he attempts to sing on to the next part. Though in his mind, he’s still not quite sure it was the right song. And it sort of showed on his face.

“ ♪ ..Bímse buan ar buaidhirt gach ló, Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na ndeór... ♪ ”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

riastradd‌:

“Beat it— I don’t fight little kids.”

H-how dare-- “Y’sure ‘bout that?”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

riastradd started following you

“FIGHT ME--”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

“Why’s m’dad married t’some weirdo? That a kink? I never knew..”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

He feels like there are things he shouldn’t be seeing or hearing

[e--ochaidh-blog]

Eochaidh is a very shameless boy. The only thing that can really fluster him would be sincere affection. He is very weak to others giving him genuine compliments and affections because it isn’t something he gets often.

[e--ochaidh-blog]

Here he goes, playing with Gáe Buidhe...

[e--ochaidh-blog]

cursedspear‌:

             “   I  thought  you’d  say  no  ,  which  is  why  I  was  going  to  offer  to  sing  with  you  either  way  .  My  voice  is  nowhere  near  as  lovely  as  yours  or  your  grandfather’s  ,  but  if  it  makes  you  happy  ,  I’ll  do  it  .  Is  there  a  song  in  particular  you’d  like  to  sing  ?   “

Was it him, or was his dad enjoying this a little too much.. ah, whatever. Eochaidh turns to face his father with a rather obvious pout on his face.

“Any song’s fine. I don’t wanna pick one y’might not know..”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

cursedspear‌:

             “  MY  dear  boy  ,  if  my  words  were  not  sincere  ,  I  wouldn’t  have  bothered  to  speak  them  .  I’m  not  here  to  fill  my  children’s  heads  with  false  flattery  ,   “  he  responds  ,  ruffling  the  youth’s  hair  .   “   No  …  I  truly  believe  you  have  a  gift  for  song  ,  just  as  your  grandfather  does  .  Now  …  were  you  going  to  finish  that  song  ?   “

Eugh.. what’s with all this embarrassing things going on. The boy’s face is already red, and he turns away, arms crossed. “No.” 

Though his shoulders droop a little as he relents. “B..but if y’wanted.. t’sing t’gether, s’not like I’d mind..”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

Eochaidh, while his parents "affectionately” roast him:

“A normal wednesday.”

Eochaidh, his parents giving him love and support, a wholesome family:

“WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE”

[e--ochaidh-blog]

mageas replied to your post: “ ♪ This is the end. Hold your breath and...

LOUD CLAPPING. LOOK AT MY SON.

HE’S GONNA GO JUMP IN THAT DITCH BYE

[e--ochaidh-blog]

cursedspear‌:

            “   WHY  did  you  stop  ,  Eochaidh  ?  You  have  a  voice  to  rival  Aengus  Og’s  own  .  That’s  nothing  to  be  shy  about  ,  is  it  ?   “

“I didn’ think y’were nearby. Y’don’t need t’flatter me, I know I need t’practice more.. isn’t all that great..”