Seamus looks out on the field he was standing on. The long grasses ticking his angles as it danced softly in the wind. He looked up at the sky, the moon pulling its way higher in the sky while the sun was pushing down behind the mountains. He knew he shouldn't stay long, he had a lot of paper work to do but he didn't want to leave.
He hadn't been on this field in years. He wanted to see if it had changed at all, and it did. This field was a battle ground a few years ago. Gun powder mixed itself in with the air around it, bloody and bodies covered the ground, and gun fires could be heard.
However, the field was now… comforting. Wild poppies and daisies mixed itself with the other grasses, and the air was only filled with mist. And the only thing at could be heard was rustling of animals as they headed home to slip into their own little dream worlds. A small smile creeps up on the red-heads face as he sits down, taking in all the sensory. The boy was normally very talkative, it was rare to see him alone; but he didn't want anyone to come to this field, he wanted, no needed to be alone, just this one time.
The Irishman hates that war, but he wanted to be free from his brothers, and free to do anything he wanted. And he was happy he now could, he was grateful… but he missed his sister Gráinne most of all.
He loved all his family a lot, but not as much as her. She was always there for him, and he was always there for her. When they were little, they lived on the island all alone. Waiting for years for someone to come and find them; but they soon learned that they didn't need anyone but each other:
A lot of people thought it was odd he and his twin were so close. They were teased often but he didn't care. He loved his sister and as long as she did, he could care less about what others thought. Even when he met his older siblings Dylan and Allister, he still hung out with his twin most of the time. Once when they were little, she had to go visit their cousin Alfred and was gone for a whole year. The boy literally cried the whole year out of grief and was delighted the second she came back.
She is his other half.
She was his other half, and Arthur took her away from him. That was the deal, after the war, if Seamus won, he would have to give something up: Gráinne.
He notices a tear roll down his cheek and land on his shoe. He quickly whips the tear trail off with his sleeve. No. He cannot do that anymore.
Gráinne moved on with her life. She doesn't care about me anymore; she has plenty of other things to be thinking about. He thought to himself. He stands up slowly. I shouldn't even come here, this was a big mistake. He started walking away, when he hears a voice in the wind, "You promised." It hisses. His body stiffens and he looks around,
"Who's t'ere?" he called out looking around. His hands shook at his sides violently. Promise? What promise? All the sudden, a memory floods into his head:
"Oy Seamus!" called a girl, her red wavy hair whisking happily in the wind; a daisy crown on top of her head. Gráinne dashed over to her brother, something thing being held behind her back. Her smiling disturbing her freckled face and her eye-green glazed with glee, very excited about something. "Me made ya a present!" she says rocking on her heels.
"What is it?" he asked curiously, trying to look what was behind her back.
"Oy!" she says and steps back, "Ya 'ave ta close ya eyes." She says in sing-song. Seamus giggles and closes his eyes,
"What is it?" he asks.
"Me can't say!" she says. She walks behind her brother and puts a necklace around his neck. "Okay, open ya eyes!" she says.
Seamus opens his eyes and looks at the necklace, it had a gold chain and it had a pocket watch at the end of it. He grinned from ear to ear,
"T'is is wicked!" he says holding it up.
"Aye! So now ya won't be late fer dinner anymore!" she teases. And hold her own watch up, "Me got one too!"
"Ya are late most o' ta time anyway!" he says playfully elbowing her ribs.
"Oh let it go! Ya got ta stop remembering t'at!" she snaps.
"Nay! Me will keep reminding ya, even when ya million years old!" he says with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes, "Okay Seamus, whatever ya say." She says doubting he would remember.
Seamus blinks and shakes his head. That couldn't be the promise. They were children, he didn't even think about that day until now. The promise wasn't important at all. It was stupid, childish, illogical… and yet it somehow wasn't at the time.
He balls his hands into fists, his fingernails pitching into this skin of his palms. Seamus bites his bottom lip, physically hurting himself, distracting himself from his thoughts. He picked up his jacket and keeps walking back to his house. His feet stop.
Like there was a stone wall in his way, but it was invisible. The red-head looks at his feet, as if the feet were had a mind of its own. Begging his feet to walk him back home. He slowly looks back at the field, past the meadow was a forest, and on the over side was Northern Ireland. His stomach drops like a stone in a pond.
He quickly turns around and dashes back to the field again, down the small hill and into the forest. Seamus wasn't thinking, if he was, he would have gone home. He would have just drink a bottle of rum and watch Doctor Who the rest of the night by himself. The Irishman's head swirling with thoughts; he shakes his heads and runs into the forest. His feet pounding on forest floor as the boy raced through the thick woods. His heart pounding out of his chest, as he ducked and dodged the hanging branches and roots that stuck out of the earth like hands.
Running was amazing, he hadn't done it since he was a little boy, or if he was running away from Arthur (Once he painted his roses green). But he never ran toward someone before, he always ran away from people. He was always getting out of peoples way, making sure he wasn't too close to people. He used to be out-going, he used to be a lot of things before the war but things changed, people changed, including him.
A lot of people let him down in his life and one of those people was himself. He had be burned, starved and whipped so many times in his life it was almost normal. He almost forgot that all off that didn't even matter. He would be happy with all of those memories… as long as he had a sister with him every step of the way.
The red-head finally dashes out of the forest and into the small town of Strabane. Finally he runs all the way to a small house and skids to a stop.
There, on the front lawn was his sister, who was watering her garden. Gráinne looked the same, she kept her youth. She even still had that green dress, and her hair was a bit longer, but no flowers in it. She stops watering and looked up at the man in the street. She looks at him in shock, like she was looking at a ghost. She drops the tin watering can that makes a loud clang on the stone pathway below her feet. At first he thought she would slap him, yell at him and tell him to leave.
"Ya remember t'at time ya where late fer dinner when ya where wee?" he asks smiling, his eyes growing misty with tears. He hadn't seen his sister seen 1949. Seeing her was so bitter-sweet, he couldn't tell if he was crying tears of joy or pain.
She smiles and starts crying as well, "Aye… Ya got ta stop remembering t'at," she says in a low whisper. Gráinne then runs over to her brother and hugs him, planting her face in his shoulder sobbing. "Dammit why did me 'ave ta go?" she says in a muffled voice into his shirt.
Seamus' tears roll down his cheeks like rivers, still smiling, hugging the sister he loves so much. They stand there quietly for a long time. Finally Seamus broke the silence,
"Oy, lassy?" he asks.
She sniffs and looks at her brother, "Ya." She answered.
A wicked grin appeared on the boy's face, "Do ya want ta go paint a shamrock on ta side of Arthur's 'ouse with me?" he asks.
"Seamus…." She looked deep into her brother's eyes and smirks, "Me would be honored to."