[morg] living the high life

[Liam Riordan Eoghan Lochlann]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #003333 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] there ain't much to the mystery Liam hadn't been in Addison for long, but so far, he was enjoying living in the small town. It was very different from what he knew before, but he also knew that he had to eventually settle in one place. Chasing his ex all over the States for the chance to see his daughter had drained him, and now he was taking the route of a lawyer and preparing himself for an extremely long court battle. It pained him to know that his daughter was growing up without her father, and he doubted that his silent prayers were working. He wanted nothing more than just to hold her in his arms again, tell her that everything was going to be okay. It wasn't okay and he knew that, but what was another small lie? Leading in the bay mare, he clipped her into the cross ties. Cieran, his Irish Sport Horse mare was probably about seven months into her pregnancy, and Liam could not wait to see the foal. It had been a decision that he had made to breed one of his best mares, and not do an embryo transfer, and though he missed competing the feisty creature, he knew that the foal was going to be an even better competition horse at some point. The sire was his black Irish Draught stallion, Fionn Mac Cool, so the foal would have a lot going for him or her. Taking out a curry comb from the mare's grooming kit, Liam was soon lost deep in thought as he focussed on giving the mare some extra TLC. The thick winter coat was comforting and soft, and Liam felt like there was a deep sense of comfort in this barn. Outside it's doors lay only troubles and problems, and as a doctor he had to deal with the problems of others as well. In the barn, with his horses, he didn't have that. He had solitude and quiet in his mind. He preferred it that way. It meant that his mind could wander to his home town and the constant green that surrounded it. All the comforts came back to him, reassured him. This was how Liam wanted to live his life. No problems, no worries, no commitments to meet. He wanted his life to be pure peace and quiet where no one would be able to interrupt him. misery loves company tagged Morg words tltc muse the silence notes yay for first Liam post! credits irish & bryan adams! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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[saoirseoshea]

Having moved from County Wicklow and Dublin to Addison Texas--an entirely different country at that, had been a huge transition, thankfully the few months in Dallas beforehand had made it a bit easier, and having bought a horse who was bred and born in Belfast and imported to Dallas, Saoirse had been hugely excited to see what he could do. She made her way into the barn, wringing her dark, almost black hair into a messy bun, Saoirse spotted Riverman's grey head peering over the stall door.

"Hello, handsome," Saoirse grinned, moving to the door and gently cupping the stallion's dark muzzle in her hands, careful to avoid him trying to nip. It wasn't that River was mean, he was simply a stallion. Easily overstimulated though usually gentle, he had a tendency to be mouthy, and that was something Saoirse was trying to curb. Feeling her phone buzz in her back pocket, she dug it out, reading the text that her brother, Conor, had sent. She was well aware that he was moving to the States and the struggles he had endured while living in Dublin, but reading the text, she put her phone back in her pocket. She loved her brother but knew how he was, knew that he could be dangerous. She wasn't sure if him moving here was going to be a good thing of a bad thing. It may benefit him, help him find his place in a way that didn't involve joining a mob.

Unlatching the stall door, she ran her fingers along the thick winter fuzz that was now his almost silver-white coat. When he shed out, he was a darker dappled grey, but at twelve years old, River was actually staying grey a lot longer than Saoirse had expected. Sliding the nose band of the halter band stud chain over River's nose, she buckled the halter to his head and led him into the crossties. She immediately noticed the man with the bay mare, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips when she noted how the mare's sides were starting to balloon; the telltale signs of pregnancy.

"She's lovely," Saoirse remarked with a light smile, guiding her stallion into the crosstie, pressing on his haunches to urge him to bend around in it so he was able to turn, facing her.

[Liam Riordan Eoghan Lochlann]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: f9f9f9; border: #003333 solid 10px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] there ain't much to the mystery Liam had often thought that Cieran should have been human, the way the mare acted sometimes. As if she knew that a lot was weighing on his mind and that she was ready to provide comfort when needed, but in the later stages of her pregnancy, she had become cranky, and to Liam's annoyance, he remembered when his ex had fallen pregnant. He had been over the moon when he found out and as the months moved from one to the next, he had been awed as he watched the pregnancy progress, his ex's belly filling out with their unborn child. Then the greatest moment had been when he had held his daughter in his arms. Now, seven years on from that moment, he missed his daughter terribly. The last time Liam had seen her was when she had been two, and the photo's he had of her were seriously outdated. If he only he knew where he could trace his ex, beg if it needed to be to see his daughter. The one thing that he wanted the most was to have custody of his daughter, and with the help of quite a few people, he was slowly starting to find traces of his daughter's whereabouts. Looking up when a voice spoke to him, he nearly keeled over when he heard the strong Irish accent. Oh my God. You don't know how good it is to hear an accent from home again, he said with a grin, and the remembering that he didn't know this woman. Sorry. Thanks. This is Cieran. I'm Liam, pleasure to meet you, he introduced himself with a warm smile. misery loves company tagged Morg words 275 muse Glee notes Sorry it's so bad. credits irish & bryan adams! if you would like a template, ask, please do not steal!

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