Sean McGuire

“You sure don’t want a haircut, Sean?” You asked, gazing at the bright red strands that seemed almost on fire in the sunlight. McGuire twitched his lips into a silly smile, lightly narrowing his eyes. “Nah, darlin’, I think I’ll live..- Ow!” He grimaced when your fingers found a knot in his hair. “Kieran was right when he said your hair was as long as a girl’s,” You smiled subtly, continuing to brush through the ginger locks. Sometimes McGuire could be quite the crybaby. “Kieran’s an O’Driscoll, m’lady, he knows nothing about true irish beauty,” Sean grumbled, clenching his teeth a little. Trying to kill his time, he started fiddling with the flowers growing near the place he was sitting in. “Ye really can’t be any more gentle w’ me, darlin’?”