growing up a lynch; the virginia hills roll out before you, covered in trees and rocks. behind you, up the driveway, is a farm house with music heard from it. you hear what seems to be some kind of irish tune, full of fiddles, accordions and singing. this is what it is to be a lynch.

things i imagine niall and aurora would play/sing for their sons. the mood kind of goes from drinking songs and jigs to lullabies to put the boys to sleep!
aurora plays the violin and no one can convince me otherwise tbh

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