With skin too tight and eyes like marbles, you spin me high. {Open}

[warmeryouth]

Bailey, much to the dismay of both his mother and his sister, has always been a morning person. No matter how late he crawls into bed, he finds himself up as soon as even an inkling of sun sneaks its way through his window. He's never minded, besides; the early morning hours prove something of a holy hour, during which he finds himself blessed with tides of inspiration.

He watches the tides this morning, standing at the very edge of the boardwalk, the sun just beginning its climb in the sky. The salty air bristles his skin and his lungs as he breathes it in; guitar strapped around his shoulder, he strums on the instrument a bit, letting the quiet melody blend with the cry of seagulls and the fervor of the waves as they rush onto shore. For once, he pours his siren abilities into his playing, to add to the lilting quality of the song as the lyrics start to from in his head.

He sings them as they come to him, the words flickering out into the world like the wings of uncertain sparrows. This is his calling in life, he knows. And not just because of his siren abilities. Music lives in his blood, and he relishes the beauty of it as it unfurls in his veins.

Siren Cove is where he's meant to be, he realizes, as his fingers stir more fervently on his instrument and his song takes flight to greater heights. There is magic to this place beyond that of sirens and witches; a magic only music can really translate.

So in the early morning hours, he stands. And he sings.

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[brigid_moran]

"I wish ye could see it where I'm from, back home on th'west coast of Ireland. Not a city light fer miles off, just the cliffs and th'sound of the waves crashin into them." She laughed a little, a memory coming back to her. "When I was a wee thing, I would get all wound up about why th'sea wasn't warmer when th'sun was touchin it. No matter how much they tried, they couldn't get it through m'thick head."

[warmeryouth]

"That must be beautiful," he admits, trying to picture her home as she describes; he's positive his imagination, great though it may be for lyrics and songs, could never amount to the real sights to be seen from Ireland.

"So you've always been a handful, then?" He asks, eyes twinkling as she recalls more mischief from her youth.

[brigid_moran]

"Aye, I have," Brigid laughed and gave him a little nudge sideways. "Didn't help I was raised with a whole lot of even worse handfuls. M'brother Liam once pulled heat from our bonfire into the water where m'feet were when the sun came up and I was positive after that I was right an th'rest were bloody well wrong. I was all of five at the time and indignant with it."

[warmeryouth]

Bailey laughs with her, unable to contain such an infectious sound as she tells him of her family. He nudges back playfully before replying. "Sounds like your family really knows how to keep each other on their toes," he tells her. He thinks of his sister then, how often they would play together like that when they were younger.

[brigid_moran]

"Dunno that ye'd find a closer family. I've been tryin t'get them t'come over and visit, but so far I'm gettin a load of excuses," Brigid smiled, not worried because she knew she'd wear them down eventually. Her mother, though, she could really use; especially if she doesn't stop with the sleeping problems.

"Tell me somethin about young Bailey then," she prompted, moving a little closer to grin up at him.

[warmeryouth]

"I'm sure they'll make their way over here," he tells her. "I find that the louder the grumbling, the more they actually want to visit; they just might not be able to find the time yet." He thinks of his sister then, of her endless promises to come visit him. She hasn't, yet, but he also knows she has a new girlfriend in her life, and so, she's understandably busy.

"Young Bailey was definitely not an angel," he laughs, recalling his various adventures as a child. "I used to climb trees and fences myself, much to my mother's dismay; my sister and I would chase the garbage trucks down the road, too."

[brigid_moran]

Brigid giggled as her mind conjured images of the young Bailey at play in the limbs of a tree. "I can see ye doin just that. Reckon m'mam would have appreciated that a bit more as broken bones are easier to mend than a wee girl comin home with half the garden on her clothes and in her hair. Have ye just the one sister or are their others?"

[warmeryouth]

OOC: I apologize so much for how late this is! I've been struggling with my character load, but I'm better able to concentrate on Bailey now. Again, I'm sorry for how late this is. D:

"Just the one," he says, thinking of her now with a grin. "We're best friends; she's still mad at me for leaving New York, though. How about you? Any siblings?"

[brigid_moran]

"Aye, I have. Five of them. Four sisters and a brother," Brigid smiled easily, prepared for the reaction she'd grown accustomed to when mentioning her large family. "Anna's th'oldest, then Liam, Siobhan, Collette, and Maggie. M'mother would have had another six if she'd been able t'manage it, now she just helps delivers every one else's."

She missed them a great deal and it showed in her voice.

[warmeryouth]

"Wow," Bailey lets out a whistle. "Sounds like a full house." He can't say that he's never thought of having other sisters and brothers, but as he grew up with Adelaide, he realized he didn't need any other siblings; they became each other's best friends. "Have you talked with them recently?" He asks, catching the note of pain in her voice. "I know that talking on the phone helps me when I miss my sister."

[brigid_moran]

"I ring home a few nights a week, on the computer, and speak with whomever is at the house, or I ring them directly. It's a good connection, but it's not quite the same as bein there, ye know? Doesn't help that I'm the youngest of the lot and they're overprotective."

Brigid looked around as if suddenly remembering where they were. "We're not getting much bowlin done, now, are we?"

[warmeryouth]

"Yeah, there's nothing like actually seeing the person in real life," he says with a nod. "Especially when you haven't seen them in awhile."

Bailey glances to where she looks and laughs. "Not much of anything, really. I didn't realize we were bowling on the beach."