Post by Fiona O'Reilly S5 on Sept 5, 2008 2:30:26 GMT
Small, petite hands wrapped around the clothed item, sliding it into the folds of her coat and into the secret compartment that lay on the other side as green orbs fell back to the figure. The older man’s figure seemed to hold more age than it should have, multi-dimensional in the way he now stood. His hair was short, graying in ways that she never thought possible, the only sign of his aging body. Everything else seemed to be the exact same…as he had always been during the last 25 years of her life. Except maybe the eyes…they had dulled a bit since the death of his wife, but in its place a bit of wisdom had taken route. It was all very surreal in a way, the way his eyes lit on things that were unseen to her, but this was how it was with him…always seeing, but never sharing. She remembered the days though in which his eyes were not so crazed…the days in which the bright blue gleam of his eyes was irrevocably perfect…especially the way he had looked at her mother. It was more than just love that had driven him, love for a woman who died before knowing who he truly was.
Fiona Lin O’Reilly felt the shiver run down her spine at the thought, pulling her out of the dream world she’d been immersed in and back into the aggravated world she’d been trying to keep herself a part of for the last seven years. Things had changed…changed in ways she could never imagine. It was almost numb now to think about those times…the pain had almost faded, replaced by something much more scorching. Well maybe no so scorching. Fiona had moved on from her time as an immature adolescence who’s only dream was to be with the man she loved more than anything in the world. If only things had been as easy now as they were back then…
But they weren’t. They never would be and as soon as Fiona woke up and realized that then she’d find her place somewhere. Or so she kept telling herself, forcing herself to remember. Green/blue orbs lit on her father, Sean O’Reilly, the treasurer hunter…or so he thought he was. She’d joined the family business, joined her father’s escapades around the world to collect different cursed items for money. His contractors, or The Collectors as Fiona referred to them as, were dangerous wizards and witches…most of them wouldn’t have a problem with killing her father or herself. It was a dangerous business, but so was going out your door everyday, so Fiona had pushed the fact that what they were doing was foolish and dangerous to the back of her mind.
Delicate fingers patted the item under her coat as her father’s father lit up with something akin to happiness. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders. ”Good work today kiddo. We found exactly what we were looking for in half the time I estimated. It’s good having you out in the field with me.” The words were soft, truthful in Fiona’s ears as she smiled and leaned her head against her fathers shoulder. He always knew how to make her feel alright with the whole digging up graves thing…no it wasn’t really grave digging, all the time, more like a small percentage of the time. Most witches and wizards were more cunning than your average muggle ancestor that thought hiding something in your crypt would protect it. No they found other magical ways of hiding objects, sometimes those ways were dangerous enough to warrant a few good spells. If Fiona had been here seven years ago she probably wouldn’t have survived the first trap that had been set 50 years prior.
“Yeah Da it was a lot of fun. Though may I make a wee suggestion for next time?” Fiona asked as she quirked one eyebrow up at her father, her eyes watching his carefully before flicking down to the poorly healed gash in the side of her fathers arm. Sean caught his daughters wandering eyes and chuckled loudly as he pulled her away from the stone table that had held the age-old chest, in which the house elf’s foot had been placed. She shook her head and tried to fight of the impending smile. “I’m serious Da. Next time don’t do anything so foolish! I’ll be picking up the pieces instead of just doing a pitiful healing spell. Lucky I read as a kid.” She was trying to be forceful, but the continued chuckling from her father broke her resolve and she was grinning wide at him as they began to walk.
The sudden sound of tiny rocks crumbling to the ground brought their attention back to the present. Green orbs flicked seamlessly between her father and the falling rocks that suddenly signaled a cave in. Dirt was rising around them making it almost impossible to see through as he pushed her forward. ”Come on Fi! Gotta keep moving until we can Apparate outta here!” his voice was harsh against her ears as she sucked in a breath full of dirt and rock. She coughed as she put a hand over her mouth to try to filter the air. If only they could Apparate things would be better, but the places defenses wouldn’t allow them to Apparate in or out. It was discouraging to say the least. A falling stone struck Fiona’s shoulder with enough force to make her scream out and her father to pull her in tight against him. She knew it was broken, but she wouldn’t have to deal with the pain for too much longer…just long enough till they were out and able to heal it.
The loud echoing of rock on rock collision pounded against her eardrums, making it so loud she could hardly hear herself think or to concentrate on anything, but the growing roar of the cave collapsing around them. Feet stumbled over loose rocks and stones, hands moving out to catch the sides of the walls to keep from face planting it and accepting death. Large hands were guiding her…pushing her faster out of the tunnel of death that they were trapped within. Fiona’s lungs burned with the effort it took to get clean air…it was a constant ragged breath, cough, and then ragged breath. There was no stopping it as dirt stuck to her clothes and face, matting into her hair as they ran. Something…anything would be faster than the movement of her feet against the dirt. Another stone…a twisted ankle, two hands holding her up, guiding her through her own tears and whimpers of pain. She should have worn better shoes.
Hope flashed before her as Fiona caught a glimpse of the light that was in front of her. It was distant and blurred out by the falling debris, but it was there…which meant the end of the tunnel was in sight and they would be free and alive within moments. “Da…I see the exit!” she screamed over the roar as a rock connected with her father’s back. Suddenly they were both careening forward, crashing hard to the ground of the tunnel. It was fast movement as she covered her head to keep from being crushed by the stones, her father groaning but forcing himself to his feet to grab the back of her coat and hoist her to her feet, even though her twisted ankle screamed out against him. There was no time to waste and the blood that was beginning to lightly stain the back of Sean’s shirt was probably what kept Fiona moving quickly. The light before them was fading quickly, being covered over with boulders and rocks of all shapes and sizes…the world was turning bleaker by the minute and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking the end was near. To think where we were just three hours ago… she thought to herself as her mind drifted back to the moments back in her shop…their shop in Ireland.
Fiona Lin O’Reilly felt the shiver run down her spine at the thought, pulling her out of the dream world she’d been immersed in and back into the aggravated world she’d been trying to keep herself a part of for the last seven years. Things had changed…changed in ways she could never imagine. It was almost numb now to think about those times…the pain had almost faded, replaced by something much more scorching. Well maybe no so scorching. Fiona had moved on from her time as an immature adolescence who’s only dream was to be with the man she loved more than anything in the world. If only things had been as easy now as they were back then…
But they weren’t. They never would be and as soon as Fiona woke up and realized that then she’d find her place somewhere. Or so she kept telling herself, forcing herself to remember. Green/blue orbs lit on her father, Sean O’Reilly, the treasurer hunter…or so he thought he was. She’d joined the family business, joined her father’s escapades around the world to collect different cursed items for money. His contractors, or The Collectors as Fiona referred to them as, were dangerous wizards and witches…most of them wouldn’t have a problem with killing her father or herself. It was a dangerous business, but so was going out your door everyday, so Fiona had pushed the fact that what they were doing was foolish and dangerous to the back of her mind.
Delicate fingers patted the item under her coat as her father’s father lit up with something akin to happiness. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders. ”Good work today kiddo. We found exactly what we were looking for in half the time I estimated. It’s good having you out in the field with me.” The words were soft, truthful in Fiona’s ears as she smiled and leaned her head against her fathers shoulder. He always knew how to make her feel alright with the whole digging up graves thing…no it wasn’t really grave digging, all the time, more like a small percentage of the time. Most witches and wizards were more cunning than your average muggle ancestor that thought hiding something in your crypt would protect it. No they found other magical ways of hiding objects, sometimes those ways were dangerous enough to warrant a few good spells. If Fiona had been here seven years ago she probably wouldn’t have survived the first trap that had been set 50 years prior.
“Yeah Da it was a lot of fun. Though may I make a wee suggestion for next time?” Fiona asked as she quirked one eyebrow up at her father, her eyes watching his carefully before flicking down to the poorly healed gash in the side of her fathers arm. Sean caught his daughters wandering eyes and chuckled loudly as he pulled her away from the stone table that had held the age-old chest, in which the house elf’s foot had been placed. She shook her head and tried to fight of the impending smile. “I’m serious Da. Next time don’t do anything so foolish! I’ll be picking up the pieces instead of just doing a pitiful healing spell. Lucky I read as a kid.” She was trying to be forceful, but the continued chuckling from her father broke her resolve and she was grinning wide at him as they began to walk.
The sudden sound of tiny rocks crumbling to the ground brought their attention back to the present. Green orbs flicked seamlessly between her father and the falling rocks that suddenly signaled a cave in. Dirt was rising around them making it almost impossible to see through as he pushed her forward. ”Come on Fi! Gotta keep moving until we can Apparate outta here!” his voice was harsh against her ears as she sucked in a breath full of dirt and rock. She coughed as she put a hand over her mouth to try to filter the air. If only they could Apparate things would be better, but the places defenses wouldn’t allow them to Apparate in or out. It was discouraging to say the least. A falling stone struck Fiona’s shoulder with enough force to make her scream out and her father to pull her in tight against him. She knew it was broken, but she wouldn’t have to deal with the pain for too much longer…just long enough till they were out and able to heal it.
The loud echoing of rock on rock collision pounded against her eardrums, making it so loud she could hardly hear herself think or to concentrate on anything, but the growing roar of the cave collapsing around them. Feet stumbled over loose rocks and stones, hands moving out to catch the sides of the walls to keep from face planting it and accepting death. Large hands were guiding her…pushing her faster out of the tunnel of death that they were trapped within. Fiona’s lungs burned with the effort it took to get clean air…it was a constant ragged breath, cough, and then ragged breath. There was no stopping it as dirt stuck to her clothes and face, matting into her hair as they ran. Something…anything would be faster than the movement of her feet against the dirt. Another stone…a twisted ankle, two hands holding her up, guiding her through her own tears and whimpers of pain. She should have worn better shoes.
Hope flashed before her as Fiona caught a glimpse of the light that was in front of her. It was distant and blurred out by the falling debris, but it was there…which meant the end of the tunnel was in sight and they would be free and alive within moments. “Da…I see the exit!” she screamed over the roar as a rock connected with her father’s back. Suddenly they were both careening forward, crashing hard to the ground of the tunnel. It was fast movement as she covered her head to keep from being crushed by the stones, her father groaning but forcing himself to his feet to grab the back of her coat and hoist her to her feet, even though her twisted ankle screamed out against him. There was no time to waste and the blood that was beginning to lightly stain the back of Sean’s shirt was probably what kept Fiona moving quickly. The light before them was fading quickly, being covered over with boulders and rocks of all shapes and sizes…the world was turning bleaker by the minute and she couldn’t stop herself from thinking the end was near. To think where we were just three hours ago… she thought to herself as her mind drifted back to the moments back in her shop…their shop in Ireland.
