Saint Patrick ☘
31 August 2012 @ 12:45 am
Patrick has no idea George's contacts have located Joey. While he has his fears, he has no confirmation his friend has been taken by Lucifer. He is safely in Washington with Clio and Ella where he can avoid all the horrible things waiting for him back in New York City.

In fact, being in Washington with Clio is the first time Patrick has managed not to think about his breakup for an entire day. Here with is best friend and goddaughter, everything seemed fine and whole and perfect. Clio has a way of calming him and making him feel so much better without even trying.

Patrick had taken a nap during the day and so when Ella woke up in the middle of the night, Patrick had gone to be with her, letting Clio sleep. He had changed her and when she is clean and fed, he sits with her in his lap. Her tiny fingers curl in his hair and he grins at her.
My lovely little girl, he coos. I am going to protect you. Your goddaddy is going to make sure no one hurts you. And I'll protect your mommy too, because she's pretty special. Ella babbles at him and giggles when he makes strange faces at her. Patrick presses kisses to her hair. She's innocent and unaware how horrible the world can be and Patrick hopes that lasts for a good, long while. Come on, Ellaroo. I'll read you a story and then you can go back to sleep. I can sing you a song! Would you like that? Singy song! He stands and finds a book to read, perfectly content with the feeling of domesticity it gives him.
Current Mood: content
Saint Patrick ☘
22 August 2012 @ 11:20 am
I went to visit my new little niece and nephew yesterday and they are SO TINY. Aderyn wanted to swing from my hair and I think Iestyn was afraid of it. And I commented they looked like jellybeans and I think Bridget was a little concerned I was going to eat them.

Don't eat babies, you guys.

So I decided I should stop wallowing and get off my ass and go back to work. It's either that or sit around all day worrying about Joey. I still have no idea where he is and I am starting to think it's something less than good. I talked to his co-workers at the shelter and he never called in. So work is good. Missing silly-haired friend is not.

Not to mention I miss being comforted by- Maybe drinks.
Current Mood: worried