‘One More Question’ || Cathal & Lucy
“Lu!” Edmund’s voice broke her out of her reverie, and she whipped her head around to look at her brother’s good-natured smirk. “Peter’s already off to out next destination, and he’s not going to want to wait while you inspect an old chalice.”
Lucy was aware that her eldest brother was on a mission, and that if she didn’t hurry she’d be left in the dust, but she was enjoying the museum too much for the good of her aching feet. “Honestly, Ed. With all this walking about, you’d forget that we were in Dublin on holiday. Perhaps Peter thinks that the good of the free world in hanging in the balance, or something equally ridiculous.” She laughed, running a hand back through her hair. Making a small pout, the kind she knew was likely to work on her brothers, she peered up at Edmund, batting her eyes. “Y’know, I could always meet up with you both in a few hours or so? Back at the rooms? I’m more than capable of walking there by myself. I’m 16.” They both knew she was much older than that, but not in this world, so the argument did hold some weight.
He sighed. She could see that he was going to consent, and before he could say another word, she leaned up and gave him a peck on the cheek, pushing him towards the door. “Very good, I’ll see you later, brother dear!” And with that, she was free to roam the exhibits that had caught her eye. But there was one thing she wished to do first.
Their tour guide from earlier had seemed quite knowledgeable about all the Medieval relics now on display. A certain shield had caught her eye as they had wandered through the gallery, and she wanted to ask about its story. He must know something. She meandered back to where the tour had ended, seeing if she could spot him. His name had been something musical, and ancient sounding… something that reminded one of the many beautiful legends of long ago…. Cathal, that must have been it.
She noticed a young man from behind who seemed similar to whom she had been seeking, and with a quick steadying breath in hopes that she wasn’t mistaken, she tapped him on the shoulder. “Excuse me, sir. But, um, I was just on your tour, and I had one more question. If you don’t mind.”
It wasn't sad – But surely there was a part of him that amusedly thought so. It was a rather funny, though, how it was Cathal’s deep attachment to the relics and remains of the past that kept him within the pristine environment of the museum. The admiration he bore for the mere existence of the items were one thing, but the sadness and notions for reminiscence that various exhibits gave him were ridiculous at best.
Of course, the only way to relieve such things was to become a tour guide and archiver in the museum. It was logical at the time ( the time being the day the museum was founded, that is ) and somehow the immortal had yet to be noticed as an oddity in the museum. No – He wasn’t just an oddity. Rather, he was the museum’s representation – Though that description would be more self-given than anything else. It was a true enough description, nonetheless, and it gave the Irishman a sense of belonging, something he hadn’t really felt in hundreds of years.
Cathal had finished his last tour of the day, leaving most of the afternoon to do as he wished. He had planned an outing with a few friends to some restaurant somewhere or the other, but those plans weren’t until later in the pleasant day. Cathal wasn’t too keen on the idea of going home and meeting up with the group since the museum was far closer, though, so he figured he’d deal with the next two hours in the amiable company of the past.
The brunet strolled around the Medieval room, hands shoved in pockets and eyes darting from one object to another. There were some he knew very specifically, some he had seen when they were made. Chapped lips would crack into small smiles when he’d look at them, and surely enough he became lost in memories.
– Until, of course, someone had broken his silence.
The immortal turned around, eyebrow raised and lips automatically turning into a polite smile. “ – Sure, of course, ’d be happy to answer anything."
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Lucy smiled in return, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she thought up the best way to word her question....
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It wasn't sad – But surely there was a part of him that amusedly thought so. It was a rather funny, though, how it was...