#12
Title: Stupid Little Queen
Summary: It's Aislinn's turn to be the center of Niall's annoyance. And Irial knows just how to calm him down. IrialxNiall.
According to character, Irial wasn't allowed to flinch, jump, or be startled by anything. But something about the way Niall slammed the front door made him do just so. He could hear Niall mumbling about something all the way from the kitchen. "I'll make some tea. You go to bed." Irial called to Niall. He heard grumbling moving from the foyer towards the hallway then into a room. Sighing, Irial took out the kettle and selected a packet of Niall's favorite green tea. He read an issue of InStyle magazine while he was waiting for the water to boil.
"Here." Irial said as he placed the warm mug of tea on Niall's bedside table. Niall was lying under the covers in his pajamas, which consisted of sweatpants and sweatpants only, with his arms above his head and his hands clenched. Irial could tell from the clench of his jaw that Niall was furious. Not just mad, but furious. Irial sighed and sat on the bed. "Talk." He demanded.
"Shsounsonble" Niall muttered.
"Niall I can't understand you." Irial said sternly.
"She's so unreasonable."
"Who."
"Keenan's pet. Aislinn." He said her name like a curse.
"Did she try to give you a sponge bath?" Irial asked, completely serious.
"She went off about how I betrayed Keenan. I mean, what does she care anyway? We weren't the best of friends when I was still with Summer, and now she thinks she can criticize me about my life choices? What is she anyway? Being the Summer Queen doesn't mean anything. For all we know, Keenan's just juicing her energy to feed his useless Court."
"She thinks she has power. More power and influence than you, anyway."
"Aislinn thinks that since we share a common friend, we are friends too. When we parted ways, she even tried to give me a little hug. So human. They think hugs can fix all the cracks in the world." Niall sneered. Then he let out a mini roar of frustration. Irial scooted closer and put his hand in the middle of Niall's chest. At his touch, Niall loosened up a bit.
"Calm down. Don't let this bother you too much."
"She attacked me personally, of course it'll reach the depths of me. Keenan's a very sore subject..."
"Why does it have to be?"
"Because it reminds me of a struggles of being a gancanagh."
"I'm one too." Irial pointed out. Niall lowered his arm and placed his hand over Irial's.
"Yes, but you don't feel the same way about it than I do." Niall said softly. "I feel so guilty. Like I just ruined the girl's life. For all I know, I've killed so many of them. I'm a monster."
"You're not a monster, Niall. You can't help what you are." Irial said sternly. Niall just stared grimly at the ceiling. "Sometimes, a hug can fix all the cracks." Irial leaned over and give Niall a comforting hug.