Gabriel Harkin (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asoncalledgabriel) wrote2017-12-13 04:09 pm
asoncalledgabriel) wrote2017-12-13 04:09 pm
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Gabriel didn't know if he was just engaging in silly superstition, or if he was attempting to connect to things he remembered his family doing, or if he just-- He didn't know.
But for about a month, he'd been leaving things on the edge of a window that went out to the fire escape. It was little pieces of things he got for himself: some bread, cheese, and a bottle of beer, usually. His grandmother left out a saucer of cream religiously, and on Christmas in particular she made sure to leave out porridge with a bit of honey in it. As faithfully Catholic as she was, she'd always say something like it never hurts to have friends whenever Gabriel asked if Jesus would be angry with her for leaving offerings to faerie-folk. Jesus preached kindness, Gabriel Harkin. And don't be telling your mother about this.
He didn't know if Sweeney was really a leprechaun like he said he was, but he'd been thinking about it ever since they met. And whether it was true or it wasn't, the things he left always disappeared. Sometimes he wondered if it was just one of his neighbors, or if a crow had gotten wise and made off with things. But he didn't let himself question it. Somehow that just seemed wrong.
He'd just gotten home from classes and some grocery shopping,and once he had everything put away he ripped off a hunk of the baguette he'd gotten and put it in a plastic bag. He tucked in a few slices of good cheese and a thick slice of honeyed ham. He plucked a bottle of beer out of the six pack he'd just brought and headed to the window to set it out.
But for about a month, he'd been leaving things on the edge of a window that went out to the fire escape. It was little pieces of things he got for himself: some bread, cheese, and a bottle of beer, usually. His grandmother left out a saucer of cream religiously, and on Christmas in particular she made sure to leave out porridge with a bit of honey in it. As faithfully Catholic as she was, she'd always say something like it never hurts to have friends whenever Gabriel asked if Jesus would be angry with her for leaving offerings to faerie-folk. Jesus preached kindness, Gabriel Harkin. And don't be telling your mother about this.
He didn't know if Sweeney was really a leprechaun like he said he was, but he'd been thinking about it ever since they met. And whether it was true or it wasn't, the things he left always disappeared. Sometimes he wondered if it was just one of his neighbors, or if a crow had gotten wise and made off with things. But he didn't let himself question it. Somehow that just seemed wrong.
He'd just gotten home from classes and some grocery shopping,and once he had everything put away he ripped off a hunk of the baguette he'd gotten and put it in a plastic bag. He tucked in a few slices of good cheese and a thick slice of honeyed ham. He plucked a bottle of beer out of the six pack he'd just brought and headed to the window to set it out.