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#nobody cares néide just call it an AU and be done with it
trans-cuchulainn · 1 year
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The trouble is, he's from Connacht.
The trouble is, the rest of them have been pretending, since day one, that it doesn't matter. Leave provinces behind, they say, we're in Alba, we're on Scáthach's island, it doesn't matter who your father is or who your people are or where you'll be going back to at the end of this, for we're all brothers under Scáthach and that's what matters.
But they're wrong.
Láeg knows that it matters, has felt that itching certainty since the day he met Cú Chulainn and knew that glory was worthless compared to spending the rest of his life fighting at this boy's side. He kept that quiet, of course; he's not fool enough to wave his feelings like standards on the battlefield until he knows victory is assured. But it gnaws at him, endlessly, this knowledge:
I want him, and he is Ulaid.
Cú Chulainn, for his part, seems to care little about this. He has his friends: Lugaid, from Munster, and Fer Baeth, from Connacht, and Fer Diad—
Well. Fer Diad is Connachta and Fer Diad is trouble and Láeg knows this, innately, deep in his stomach. He's not gifted with foresight but sometimes, when the wind is right and the gods of his people feel closer than usual, his instincts whisper to him of danger and betrayal and grief, a bitter taste in his mouth. And Fer Diad tastes of grief, right enough, endless as the ocean they crossed to be here.
oh no it's Writing Fic On My Phone At 2am time again
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