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tvk2012-06-03 07:09 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvk2012-06-03 07:09 pm
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Neah Walker seems to have left. I have his pet bird, if anyone was concerned.
[He sent the message and stared at his phone for a long time without properly seeing it. Or anything else, for that matter. Diarmuid was so lost in thought that he didn't quite register that if looks could kill, the device in his hand would have a hole burned through it.]
[For all his faith and all he said about things not being so terrible, the pain of separation still hurt as clearly as the lingering occasional ache in his chest. Of the friends he'd made in Prospero, Neah was among those he'd known the longest. They were close friends in a way that Diarmuid rarely shared with anyone, and that was what made it hurt even more. Arturia, Grainne, Issei, Neah...that was more or less the list of his closest friends and loved ones, all gone without a trace.]
[Diarmuid was more than used to pain, emotional or physical. He could withstand it, could reassure and console others during it, and would continue on the best he could. But there was something few people knew about him--something which in recent memory, he'd only ever even hinted at to Arturia.]
[Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, fearless first blade of the Fianna...was terrified of being isolated.]
[Of course, he'd always had friends and allies within reach. He was well-loved in the Fianna, but outside of them? He wasn't very popular with those who thought he'd steal their wives or lovers at a glance, and the empty affection of those under his curse was worse than being left on his own.]
[He was never alone, but he was always lonely. A place like this where he could actually have friends without pushing them away through uncontrollable circumstances...that much made the city like paradise. But the more people left, he felt himself gradually more unsettled and even more lonely than ever before.]
[He dropped the phone and sank into a chair finally, hiding his face in folded arms. There was nothing he could do--there was never anything he could do. He couldn't control the curse back then, couldn't control how many people resented him, couldn't control who Prospero chose to send away or when they did it.]
[For all the strength and skill he possessed, he was utterly helpless. And before he could remind himself that no, he had to remain steady and calm for everyone else's sake? Diarmuid was crying as quietly as possible for the few moments in which no one could see him.]
[He sent the message and stared at his phone for a long time without properly seeing it. Or anything else, for that matter. Diarmuid was so lost in thought that he didn't quite register that if looks could kill, the device in his hand would have a hole burned through it.]
[For all his faith and all he said about things not being so terrible, the pain of separation still hurt as clearly as the lingering occasional ache in his chest. Of the friends he'd made in Prospero, Neah was among those he'd known the longest. They were close friends in a way that Diarmuid rarely shared with anyone, and that was what made it hurt even more. Arturia, Grainne, Issei, Neah...that was more or less the list of his closest friends and loved ones, all gone without a trace.]
[Diarmuid was more than used to pain, emotional or physical. He could withstand it, could reassure and console others during it, and would continue on the best he could. But there was something few people knew about him--something which in recent memory, he'd only ever even hinted at to Arturia.]
[Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, fearless first blade of the Fianna...was terrified of being isolated.]
[Of course, he'd always had friends and allies within reach. He was well-loved in the Fianna, but outside of them? He wasn't very popular with those who thought he'd steal their wives or lovers at a glance, and the empty affection of those under his curse was worse than being left on his own.]
[He was never alone, but he was always lonely. A place like this where he could actually have friends without pushing them away through uncontrollable circumstances...that much made the city like paradise. But the more people left, he felt himself gradually more unsettled and even more lonely than ever before.]
[He dropped the phone and sank into a chair finally, hiding his face in folded arms. There was nothing he could do--there was never anything he could do. He couldn't control the curse back then, couldn't control how many people resented him, couldn't control who Prospero chose to send away or when they did it.]
[For all the strength and skill he possessed, he was utterly helpless. And before he could remind himself that no, he had to remain steady and calm for everyone else's sake? Diarmuid was crying as quietly as possible for the few moments in which no one could see him.]
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[dad stop being the animal whisperer. leave marion alone plz.]
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...was my thought wrong? Alas. I will return it to its cage.
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[brb giving the bird back to the cage.]
You may understand that yourself in time.
[He perched himself upon the edge of the bed.]
Do you need anything to drink?
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[Sigh.]
No, I'm fine.
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[Smiiiiile.]
What of food? Have you eaten yet this morn?
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[Guess who hasn't mastered these complicated kitchen devices yet?]
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[A beat.]
I wonder if someone will trade for a duck.
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[Spoilers: he loves cooking. Let's do this thing.]
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There are strange foods to be found all over this island, so I have seen. How did you learn to prepare foods of these types?
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There is no friend who means more, no knight I would more readily fight beside, and none who understands me better than Arturia Pendragon.
[Diarmuid smiled as he spoke, trying to cover up the twinge of sadness to it by looking for something he could cook quickly.]
I would give nearly anything to see her again, even if just for one day or even one single moment.
...I love her.
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[He watched Diarmuid's face curiously, taking in the loss and sorrow in the words. Was it a mistake to ask? He doesn't know. But either way, he cannot take it back.
After a moment he clapped his hands together for joy, realizing the last words.]
Why, how wonderful!
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[His smile faltered somewhat, but only for a second or two.]
...She has someone else. My terrible fortune would have it no other way. Though I love her dearly, the last thing I wanted was to break apart even one more couple.
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[Dad, plz.]
It's...really, it's alright. I won't deny that it hurts a great deal, but as long as she can be happy with him that is all that matters to me. She chose a good person--a little stupid, but good all the same.
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