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tvk2012-03-20 02:29 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2012-03-20 02:29 pm
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⚔ 021; [action/text]
[Remain calm, Diarmuid reminded himself. He had to keep his composure. Losing his patience and even panicking came far too easily to him these days, and it would be of no help here.]
[There was nothing to be done about it, he thought as he walked out of the bookstore and adjusted his glasses. Nothing he could say would change what he'd done, nothing would undo what had been said or the actions he'd taken. All he could do now was once more face the consequences of his betrayal, and there was no way around it. No matter how it hurt, he would bear it all the same.]
[While there were many unkind things Diarmuid had been called in life, there was one insult he could not bear to withstand. One that caused him a great deal of pain and yet one that was seeming more and more accurate as time passed.]
['In the stories of legend, you are fairly well known for womanizing and adultery.']
[Call him a traitor, fine. Call him anything, he would have taken such little injuries without complaint. But call him a womanizer...and not even death would hurt more. Diarmuid would readily confess to the crime of having broken more than his share of hearts, but it was not of his own will that such things had happened. What right did anyone have to assume he would have dared brought so much pain knowingly?!]
[But now...here he was, without the curse and yet causing Arturia pain while turning his back on Grainne at the same time.]
[Diarmuid took out his phone and stared at it for a long moment, leaning back against the nearest wall. His legs threatened to give out at the mere idea of confessing what he had done. Every word and insult that had been thrown at him...he was proving them all right. he was proving Kayneth right. Worse than all that, experiencing for the first time the agony of unrequited love that he had caused so many women in his lifetime? It was pain without compare, and he hated himself for inflicting it upon so many without even having full comprehension of how it hurt.]
[Putting it off any longer would do nothing but worsen the situation. So hesitantly and with a trembling hand, he typed out a message.]
[private text to Gráinne]
Gráinne-
I need to speak to you. If you can, please meet me outside the hotel just before sunset.
[There was nothing to be done about it, he thought as he walked out of the bookstore and adjusted his glasses. Nothing he could say would change what he'd done, nothing would undo what had been said or the actions he'd taken. All he could do now was once more face the consequences of his betrayal, and there was no way around it. No matter how it hurt, he would bear it all the same.]
[While there were many unkind things Diarmuid had been called in life, there was one insult he could not bear to withstand. One that caused him a great deal of pain and yet one that was seeming more and more accurate as time passed.]
['In the stories of legend, you are fairly well known for womanizing and adultery.']
[Call him a traitor, fine. Call him anything, he would have taken such little injuries without complaint. But call him a womanizer...and not even death would hurt more. Diarmuid would readily confess to the crime of having broken more than his share of hearts, but it was not of his own will that such things had happened. What right did anyone have to assume he would have dared brought so much pain knowingly?!]
[But now...here he was, without the curse and yet causing Arturia pain while turning his back on Grainne at the same time.]
[Diarmuid took out his phone and stared at it for a long moment, leaning back against the nearest wall. His legs threatened to give out at the mere idea of confessing what he had done. Every word and insult that had been thrown at him...he was proving them all right. he was proving Kayneth right. Worse than all that, experiencing for the first time the agony of unrequited love that he had caused so many women in his lifetime? It was pain without compare, and he hated himself for inflicting it upon so many without even having full comprehension of how it hurt.]
[Putting it off any longer would do nothing but worsen the situation. So hesitantly and with a trembling hand, he typed out a message.]
[private text to Gráinne]
Gráinne-
I need to speak to you. If you can, please meet me outside the hotel just before sunset.
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