Eoin Mcgonigal - Blog Posts
SAS: Rogue Heroes Season 1 Episode 3 The Lament for Icarus (1898) by H. J. Draper
"I have been reunited with an old friend from the Ulster Rifles. He's a Protestant, Paddy Mayne, though he drinks like a Catholic. We're able to talk about home to each other. He's the same man I knew in Ireland, but lately I am changed by him."
"There's a fellow here I knew in Ulster, Eoin McGonigal. He's from the other side, but we don't talk religion. If I sit up barking and howling at night as I sometimes do, he takes me for a walk and throws a stick for me. When I find myself become a devil, he reminds me that underneath I am a poet."
letters for home in the bag...
iii
accidents happen. especially when it's late at night and there's alcohol involved. this isn't an excuse or a stretch of any kind, really - it's quite logical if you think about it. so, following that train of thought, what happened between him and eoin was an accident. a one time thing. until it wasn't. it was a little awkward at first. meeting the irish the next day, facing him after what they'd done. paddy's there with him, too, and the guilt the french feels is overwhelming. augustin barely acknowledges them, sticking to greeting them with a curt nod, choosing instead to focus on the maniac rambles of one david stirling. the guilt, which doesn't leave, turns into something else when he notices eoin's hand on paddy's leg. an attempt at calming him down, surely, as the words he exchanged with stirling grew more vapid. a simple, slow brush of the thumb and augustin is all but whining, suddenly faced with a hunger, a fire he has never felt before. this irrational reaction embarrasses him greatly and he downs the pint in front of him, excusing himself from the group gathering to go work on his thesis. later, when he's in his room, a bunch of nonsensical scribbling now adorning his newest draft, he hears a knock on the door. it's eoin mcgonigal himself, greeting him with a costa cup and a gentle smile. '--figured you could use some coffee if you want to pull an all nighter.' they stare at each other for a moment, idiotically so, in silence. then, somehow, a compromise is reached, and they stumble together into the room, lips locked together in a passionate fashion. augustin doesn't even know where the cup of coffee is dropped, for all he can focus on now is how incredible it all feels: the brushing of their lips, the pressing of their bodies; eoin shivering under his touch.
it doesn't make sense. they're not drunk, it's not the end of a long, tiring night. yet here they are, fervently kissing and seemingly unable to stop. he wraps his arm around the irishman's waist and tugs him closer, basking in his warmth, his receptiveness. eoin responds by moaning against his mouth, weakly, beautifully.
when they fall into bed together, augustin promises nothing serious will happen. it's just kissing.
it's just kissing, isn't it?
google search that would send paddy mayne into a depressive spiral
ii.
to say he was expecting it was a lie. he knew eoin mcgonigal, considered him a friend - much like the rest of the lads. he was great fun: good with words, witty head on his shoulders and sharp tongue to follow. augustin also knew eoin mcgonigal was irrefutably in love with paddy mayne. it was clear in the way they looked at each other, the curly-haired irish not doing much to hide the affection lingering within his gaze. it showed in the way they always orbited one another, close proximity a necessity for them. it was endearing and alluring and it made him want to look away. (though it also made him want to take a closer look.)
so, when they drink that night, the only two left after a jolly night out, he wasn't expecting them to laugh this hard; wasn't expecting them to tease each other this much or to find so much delight in spending time together, just the two of them.
he also wasn't expecting the sudden, somewhat tense silence that settled between them. wasn't expecting their animated words to turn into hushed whispers. wasn't expecting eoin's drifting eyes to find his mouth.
augustin definitely wasn't expecting for them to kiss. for eoin's lips to be so warm, so receptive, so sweet. it doesn't make much sense, yet, somehow, it does. teeth finds skin, tongue meets tongue. lovely. perfect.
the kiss is interrupted by the cheering of a rowdy group of teenagers nearby, playing some silly drinking game. they stare at each other, breathless, both visibly surprised.
ah, putain.
augustin jordan may have locked eyes with paddy mayne in the beginning of it all. accidentally, of course, and without much consequence, though his physical features attracted him at once - his intense gaze, in particular, seemed to burn into him like the scorching sun. he may have locked eyes with paddy mayne. may have felt a sudden, inexplicable urge to get to know him, try and figure out what he was about. solve the equation that he could perfectly see, set and guarded in front of him.
but it was eoin mcgonigal he kissed first.
sas rh: let eoin survive the fall au » a tale of two lieutenants (part two)
Now and then My mind drifts to a place where I find you Lost in my head There are unsolved feelings that haunt me It's too late to heal I'll lay them to rest MUSE - GHOSTS
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