Daily Excerpt Post: 5 November

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[starsandauras]

Username: starsandauras
Any background information: Dublin, Early 1922, just after the end of the Irish Revolution.
Excerpt:

The best thing about knowing Brigid, Gilbert thought, was that she threw the best parties. Well, the best thing after the bloodlust and the booze, anyway. There was also the little matter of her being the only female Nation with the tendency to hug him out of nowhere, usually appearing from nowhere while she was at it. Like she was doing right now, in fact, bright laughter in his ears and the smell of clover and ocean clinging to her. So he hugged her in return, taking a deep breath of the scent he’d missed these last hundred years. “Hallo there, Beautiful,” he said cheerily, pointedly ignoring how she still felt overly thin under his hands. She pulled back enough to plant a firm kiss on his lips, green eyes sparkling just as they had decades ago.

“Dia duit, Preußen!” she cheered back, before releasing him to give Ludwig the same treatment, sans the kiss of course. “Me laoch beag, ye’ve grown ye have!” Ludwig looked around uncomfortably before awkwardly patting her on the shoulder.

“Perhaps ‘little warrior’ is no longer as appropriate a name as it once was, Tantchen” he replied stiffly, cheeks flushing. Brigid pulled back with a laugh, standing on her toes to cup one of his cheeks in hand.

“’Tis always me laoch beag ye’ll be for me, me dear, aye ye will,” she said seriously, looking him in the eye. “Still call me Maitiú ‘beag amháin,’ I do, and ‘tis no longer little he is.” Then she smiled again and pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. “Go mingle, me dear! ‘Tis a party!” Ludwig looked around, not entirely sure what exactly “mingling” entailed before his aunt poked at him. “Get a drink, at th’least. Find Conchobhar, have a wee chat.”