As Written by Script, Ottoman and Knosis
Colwyn could see the hurt in the man, but this was a sort of pain that was best dealt with head-on. Keegan had avoided the truth of the matter, his responsibilities, for far longer than propriety allowed - that the man would insinuate his family in a completely unfounded accusation only drove the point home. Were it that they came to blows over this, Colwyn wasn't above putting Keegan on the floor. There was no animosity in the matter, at least on Colwyn's part, it was simply what needed to be done, if it came to that.
The Chieftain only barely let the man past before turning to pursue, a hand catching the Lord's shoulder as he did. Were Colwyn a gambling sort, he'd bet that Keegan would take a swing, but hoped the man might have some hint of reason left to him.
"Keegan!" Nessa called after her brother, "You can't run away from this!"
If Colwyn was a betting man, he would have won the bet. It had taken all of what was left of his reasoning and will power that he had left in order to try to walk away from the situation without ending up into a brawl with the pair. He may have even realized he may have even been a bit unreasonable due to how intoxicated he was. But with Colwyn grabbing his shoulder to stop him, and his sister trying to stop him too, well...
As predicted, the man surged around with as much speed and power his anger had given him from under the intoxication and spun around to land a fist solidly in the clan chieftain's jaw.
Liquor might have dampened Keegan's sensibilities, but not his strength, the chieftain reeling from the blow, already feeling his split lip. Colwyn waited to check his teeth as he righted himself, shuffling slightly as he recoiled. Careful eyes regarded the Lord of the North for a moment or two as he spit what blood Keegan had won from his mouth, clearing it.
"If that's how you want it, boy." Keegan would find that the bear of a man dropped into a fighting stance - one that was far from professional by most means - and moved back against Keegan, slipping past his arms to send a fist into his Lord's gut.
"Oof.." The young lord wheezed as the air was knocked from him. He stumbled backwards slightly, dazed for a brief second as he realized someone actually swung back, and it only lit the fire more.
He snarled as he ran forward, lowering his shoulder slightly in order to use his body weight to smash into the elder man to try to pin him to the wall.
Colwyn had ducked back after delivering his blow, looking for the best chance to put the Lord of the North out without Keegan wearing the marks of it openly. The chieftain didn't have much time to, as the younger man opted to rush him, Fhionnlaigh barely managing to duck to the side, shoving Keegan away as he did, preferring to deflect such a blow than take it.
Keegan was drunk, but that didn't mean he was helpless, that first blow had proven that to Colwyn, and he wasn't too eager to be reminded.
Keegan stumbled harmlessly into the wall, catching his balance on the stone before turning around and glaring at his target. The alcohol may have not hendered the Northern Lord's strength or speed, but his grace and tactic were all fed through rage and sluggish thoughts. Rushing at Fhionnlaigh again, this time he aimed a swing for the older man's gut to return the favor.
Colwyn moved into the rushing lord, doing his best to avoid the blow though it still caught him - as Keegan's hit found its mark, Fhionnlaigh grimaced, steeling himself as he did his best to take the opportunity to strike. It wasn't what he had wanted but Fhionnlaigh aimed to bring his fist into Keegan's jaw, taking the chance as he saw it.
Hopefully neither of them would be missing any teeth after this.
Colwyn found his mark, leaving the young lord slightly dazed and reeling back from the fray for the moment. He spat blood to the side, and looked about ready to make another go of it.
However, before he could do so, Nessa stepped into the punch-up from the side. She closed on Keegan with a forceful ram, hooking her foot behind his legs in an attempt to floor him, using his own weight against him.
If they could get him on the ground, they could keep him there far easier - ideally before anyone's nose got broken.
Keegan had been so focused on Colwyn, that he had not expected Nessa to join up into the fight. As he had not the finesse of sobriety, he toppled soundly onto the ground, like a tree being toppled down. But not without other casualties.
As he fell, he grabbed Nessa's clothes and yanked her down with him, snarling angrily at his elder sibling.
Fhionnlaigh moved to support Nessa's bid to subdue her brother, helping to pin the man and an arm to the floor, if only to safeguard the other. The rush of the fight still swelled in his breast for a few moments as he looked to Keegan, his visage bearing an expression of frustrated determination which, to the right eye, might look like anger.
Perhaps Colwyn was angry with the man, but surely not so much as Nessa might be.
Given enough time, the elder chieftain caught his breath, and having lingered for a moment here with Keegan, glanced briefly to the Lord's sister. "My apologies. I didn't mean for this to... turn the way it did."
Nessa dropped onto Keegan and shoved his other arm to the floor, her knee digging into his side to keep him down. She nodded brusquely to Colwyn, before turning her attention on her brother. "Are you done, brother? Or will it take a few more smacks to knock some sense into you?"
Once on the floor, the young man struggled, trying to flip over and get back up and swinging. However, that was not happening, as Colwyn was on him like white on rice, pinning down one of his arms nearly immediately. Nessa wasn't too far behind, pinning the other down and her knee digging into his ribs. Still he struggled, his anger only growing for the pair of them with every pull.
Then he was calm finally, but his anger was still there. He glared up at the pair of them cold steel hues, a look that many had seen from the pair's father many times during his rule.
"Depends, sister." He answered back, his words short knives. "Are ya done bein' a pain in my arse? Or are the pair of ya gonna keep teamin' up on me everytime I try to go and dunk me 'ead in pail of snow water?" He turned his head to the side to spit out some blood that had pooled from the cut from the inside of his cheek. "Cause if that's the case, I should go ahead and warn ya that you're gonna have to get up feckin' early every day." He grumbled.
Fhionnlaigh sighed at that, the small comfort that Nessa's acceptance had given him dissolving with Keegan's lingering belligerence. The chieftain had no qualm with his lord, outside that the man was becoming a drunkard - Colwyn felt like that was obvious. But saying that at this point would likely only worsen things, and so he held his tongue, giving Nessa the chance to speak to her brother.
"Now Keegan," Nessa snorted, "I think I've made it clear over the years that I consider it somethin' of a callin' to be a pain in your arse. If anythin', I've been slackin' lately what with livin’ away from the hold.” Her expression turned more serious, then. “The clans need their Lord back. If not now, then soon. It’s only a matter of time before somethin’ comes by that demands your wits be about you. If we have to do this every day till you're back on your feet, then we bloody well will.”
"Like 'ell you are." The man snorted. "An' if you try, Nessa Rouke, you're gonna find it awefully difficult to walk 'round Sidhe without clothes." He glanced at Colwyn and winced. "I'd make the same threat to you, but I honestly don't want to tempt fate with 'aving you walk around with nothin' but what your mother gave you.."
He sighed and laid his head on the cold stone, closing his eyes. He stayed that way for a bit before finally speaking up again. "I'm sorry. To both of you." He said, although he sounded as though he were reluctant to admit it. "You're both right, an' I know it.." He glared up at Nessa. "Can I get off the feckin' floor now?"
The elder of the three nodded at his apology, moving to say something in return, though the sting in his lip gave him pause, leaving the man to wordlessly reply. He let up off of the other man though he still held him more for looks than anything now, Colwyn glancing to Nessa as he waited for her to give him leave to release Keegan properly.
"I suppose," Nessa replied with a smirk, lifting herself from Keegan's arm and standing. She offered Keegan a hand to help him to his feet. She smiled to him, though it was a subdued smile. "We don't expect you to act like nothin's happened," she said softly. "But you owe it to yourself, an' to their memory, to try and carry on. You're strong, Keegan. An' I believe in you. Remember that."
The man grunted, taking her hand and lifting himself up. "I know. And I will.." He muttered in response to the woman. He turned his attention to Colwyn looking ashamed, if not still angry. He sighed and placed his hand on Colwyn's shoulder. He probably would apologize again, but not in front of his sister. "Come on. Let's get cleaned up and find food. I'm.. I've not had anything in a while." He offered.
"And before this woman nags me anymore.." He muttered mostly to Colwyn, but he was sure Nessa could hear.
The other man understood what Keegan said, even if he didn't speak it, a spare hand coming to rest over his for but a moment before slipping away. They'd all thrown a fist in passion before, it was nothing to forgive. "I don't think it'll be quite that easy, Keegan." Colwyn managed, minding his busted lip as he mused on that note, stepping back as he allowed the royal siblings the right of way.
A momentary glance to the door, "My lord, lady, after you."
Nessa decided to let the final muttering slide, and simply nodded to Colwyn as she made for the door. She would leave the men be for the time being. She'd said all she could for now.