"Now, darlin', that's a very narrow view of the world," he answers with a grin.
There are stories he can tell, stories he's not even sure Greta knows, and if he's honest, he doesn't know if he knows them all either. The details are still fuzzy in some of them, memories he can't quite grasp, but he knows enough to be able to at least tell her why he's so bloody tall.
"Lugh was grandson of Balor," he says, the grin fading a touch. "A Fomorian. Giants. T'be honest, I don't remember all the shifts. It was so fuckin' long ago..." He trails off and shrugs his broad shoulders. For a moment, he looks almost sad, trying to reach for things that are long gone, lost to a past he knows he's never going to be able to fully grasp.
"I remember they tried to drown me. A transition. I remember bein' Suibhne, king of the Dál nAraidi, and a curse. Wandering for a long, long fuckin' time, mad with it all." He doesn't mention Eorann or Moira. He'll not mention them, not now, perhaps not ever. "And I remember Mother Church movin' in and those of us who were left bein' turned into somethin' else. Fairies. Demoted gods and goddesses of the Tuatha Dé Danann."
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There are stories he can tell, stories he's not even sure Greta knows, and if he's honest, he doesn't know if he knows them all either. The details are still fuzzy in some of them, memories he can't quite grasp, but he knows enough to be able to at least tell her why he's so bloody tall.
"Lugh was grandson of Balor," he says, the grin fading a touch. "A Fomorian. Giants. T'be honest, I don't remember all the shifts. It was so fuckin' long ago..." He trails off and shrugs his broad shoulders. For a moment, he looks almost sad, trying to reach for things that are long gone, lost to a past he knows he's never going to be able to fully grasp.
"I remember they tried to drown me. A transition. I remember bein' Suibhne, king of the Dál nAraidi, and a curse. Wandering for a long, long fuckin' time, mad with it all." He doesn't mention Eorann or Moira. He'll not mention them, not now, perhaps not ever. "And I remember Mother Church movin' in and those of us who were left bein' turned into somethin' else. Fairies. Demoted gods and goddesses of the Tuatha Dé Danann."