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2020-10-17
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2020-10-17
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Farraige Gaotha

Summary:

We all have certain abilities, whether it's something none too out of the ordinary; like being a slightly faster reader than everyone else in your grade, or being hella good at a musical instrument.

Even if you were amongst one of the shittiest of backgrounds, you still have roughly the same chances as everyone, if you know what your talents are and how to use them to your advantage.

Winne Keeley's talent; as it were, was leaving, flighting away like quicksilver at the thought of being loved, needed, or wanted by anyone, as well as feeling too strongly emotionally attached to anyone, even if the one who needed her was something that was ultimately her creation, a result of a one-night stand, with a man who was actually not a man at all.

So, of course, the most logical step for Winne after not being able to get an abortion was to leave the child at the doorstep of an orphanage with nothing but a cardboard box, blanket from the hospital, and nametag with two things written on it.

Chapter 1: Prologue

Chapter Text

The baby sobbed, his eyes flashing from brilliant aqua green to an all too ordinary hazel at the orphanage doorstep.

One of the kinder sisters heard his cries and rushed to him, picking him up from his cardboard box with a thin blue blanket; soothing him, "You're okay little poppet," in that voice everybody uses to try and calm a now motherless baby, surveying him to see if something was wrong.

"What's this on your wrist?" She asked, carrying the babe to the porch swing, and trying to take it off, thankfully the knot was done just barely enough to be secure.

It was one of those old fashioned labels they used to do on packaging. On it in dark blue ink was two things. A name and a date.

Aiden Keeley; April 22, 1926.

"Well, hello Aiden," she told the now calmed down hazel-eyed baby boy.

And his life would never be innocent, even before he really even got to live it at all.