#Trid an Stoirm || American Gods // Tar Eis Mo Bhais || Post AG season 2

[damhsagreine]

Do you have any hard nos? If so what are they?

"Off the top of my head? Jus' spittin' in the ball park...hard no...takin' anything up the arse, making deals sight unseen, mouthy lil bitches, Danu... your mum so you can tell her t' quit callin' me, dead things, relatives... talkin' to strangers. And whiskey."

[damhsagreine]

Do you have a type? Asking for a friend.

"Aye, I do, matter o' fact. Tall-ish. Say about five foot seven, t' five foot nine in her stockin' feet. Fire haired an' new cream skin, like a fox come winter, like sunrise on an icy sea, like blood on me hands. Eyes deeper an' infinitely wiser than the ocean itself an' greener than all the hills of home. Curves that would slaughter a man in his dreams and fit in his hands jus' perfect. One who can be a queen, a monster, a mother, a lover, confidant and complete all on her own. One who can stand up t' me and put me in my place with nary but a glance." He drains the rum and slams the glass down before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He'd had her and he'd lost her, and even his luck doesn't bear out ever finding her again. "Go on an' tell your friend that they's barkin' up the feckin' wrong tree."