"Not t' talk to," he admitted, tapping the basket till it was easier for her to reach. "There was someone, back in Ireland, who used t' be ... well, she was kept busy."
His 'demons' had all been human, and they were all laid to rest now, not directly by him, but his message had been made clear to each of them. And were the reason he'd left Ireland.
"Heard o' y' kind out here, murmurs and whispers, dark alleys and the places normal folk don't venture if they're smart."
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on 2013-09-11 10:31 pm (UTC)His 'demons' had all been human, and they were all laid to rest now, not directly by him, but his message had been made clear to each of them. And were the reason he'd left Ireland.
"Heard o' y' kind out here, murmurs and whispers, dark alleys and the places normal folk don't venture if they're smart."