Post by Finn Whelan on Mar 12, 2020 6:36:01 GMT
Finn's gaze drifted the doorway, awash in relief that Aurelius had returned to him so soon. The comforting hand pressed to his spine feeling like everything in that moment. The basin of water was shortly followed, a rag draped over the side. The Captain thanked the old friend of the family before Freddy once again took his leave, but not before letting his concerned and tired eyes linger on the face of his oldest and dearest friend.
The Wolf went straight about draining the cloth of excess water before dabbing it along his mother's forehead.
"Aurelius," she spoke suddenly, with her son still tending to her, "Did Finneas ever tell you 'bout the time he'd nearly about set sail off this island himself, when he was but a young babe. Must've been- in his fourth year? Fifth, perhaps?"
Her face lighting up with laughter as Finn's elbow knocked the basin, causing some water to splash out in the Captain's evident surprise towards his mother's over-chattiness.
Not again.
Even gravelly ill it still seemed the woman's unstoppable mission to embarrass her son, entirely.
"Mum!" Finn barked, shaking his head vehemently at the prospect of her continuing that story.
The Pirate felt like a child all over again with his mom telling the most embarrassing tales she could think of in front of the person she clear as well knew Finn liked or admired.
"What mo sweet Storeen?" Her tone as teasing as Finn's could often get, batting innocent eyes at her Son and purposefully using a nickname she'd also found made her boy's face burn red.
"I only meant to make conversation with yer friend 'ere?"
The fakest expression of surprised ignorance written across her features at why her Son might, possibly, be so opposed to her sharing cute little stories with his sweet companion.
"There are many other conversations we could have, I'm sure..."
Finn grumbled with a look off to the side.
"Oh but we 'ave a guest, Finneas James. No need t'be so rude, why don't we let Aurelius decide if 'e'd like t'hear the time yeh tried to be the world's youngest Captain?"
Finn dragged a hand down in his face in exasperation.
Only could Brigid Whelan be more concerned with teasing her long-lost son than the blatant fact that she was currently confined to her Death Bed.
The Wolf went straight about draining the cloth of excess water before dabbing it along his mother's forehead.
"Aurelius," she spoke suddenly, with her son still tending to her, "Did Finneas ever tell you 'bout the time he'd nearly about set sail off this island himself, when he was but a young babe. Must've been- in his fourth year? Fifth, perhaps?"
Her face lighting up with laughter as Finn's elbow knocked the basin, causing some water to splash out in the Captain's evident surprise towards his mother's over-chattiness.
Not again.
Even gravelly ill it still seemed the woman's unstoppable mission to embarrass her son, entirely.
"Mum!" Finn barked, shaking his head vehemently at the prospect of her continuing that story.
The Pirate felt like a child all over again with his mom telling the most embarrassing tales she could think of in front of the person she clear as well knew Finn liked or admired.
"What mo sweet Storeen?" Her tone as teasing as Finn's could often get, batting innocent eyes at her Son and purposefully using a nickname she'd also found made her boy's face burn red.
"I only meant to make conversation with yer friend 'ere?"
The fakest expression of surprised ignorance written across her features at why her Son might, possibly, be so opposed to her sharing cute little stories with his sweet companion.
"There are many other conversations we could have, I'm sure..."
Finn grumbled with a look off to the side.
"Oh but we 'ave a guest, Finneas James. No need t'be so rude, why don't we let Aurelius decide if 'e'd like t'hear the time yeh tried to be the world's youngest Captain?"
Finn dragged a hand down in his face in exasperation.
Only could Brigid Whelan be more concerned with teasing her long-lost son than the blatant fact that she was currently confined to her Death Bed.