Lancer || Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (
croibhristeoir) wrote in
tvk2012-08-06 03:27 am
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[private text to
fates and
smothersome]
[The message is very simple. It's little more than an address and a small note:]
Everything's been taken care of. If you need help moving anything, just let me know.
[Upon arrival to that address, they would find a reasonably sized two-story house with three separate bedrooms and a high-fenced backyard large enough for...say, two very large cats. Saber specifically would find a cake awaiting her on the kitchen table.]
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[The second message comes later, the phone having been casually tossed aside with its owner's jacket. Wherever Diarmuid is, it looks somewhat empty; there's a few basic pieces of furniture with a few scattered cardboard boxes full of gods only know what. Most notably would be the couch Diarmuid himself was draped on, and...yep, he was already asleep.
[His exhaustion was becoming far clearer than he'd ever have liked to let on. His own problems and limitations were nothing, or at the very least nothing he'd want others to know about. Lately Diarmuid had been working so hard he couldn't recall the last time he'd slept a full night, But with this much finally taken care of and settled, the knight in casual clothes would at least allow himself a few minutes' rest before something else came up.]
[The message is very simple. It's little more than an address and a small note:]
Everything's been taken care of. If you need help moving anything, just let me know.
[Upon arrival to that address, they would find a reasonably sized two-story house with three separate bedrooms and a high-fenced backyard large enough for...say, two very large cats. Saber specifically would find a cake awaiting her on the kitchen table.]
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[The second message comes later, the phone having been casually tossed aside with its owner's jacket. Wherever Diarmuid is, it looks somewhat empty; there's a few basic pieces of furniture with a few scattered cardboard boxes full of gods only know what. Most notably would be the couch Diarmuid himself was draped on, and...yep, he was already asleep.
[His exhaustion was becoming far clearer than he'd ever have liked to let on. His own problems and limitations were nothing, or at the very least nothing he'd want others to know about. Lately Diarmuid had been working so hard he couldn't recall the last time he'd slept a full night, But with this much finally taken care of and settled, the knight in casual clothes would at least allow himself a few minutes' rest before something else came up.]

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If that is thy wish. Sleep now then, my son, and when you awaken I will be there.
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[When he gets there, Diarmuid will just be out cold on the couch. Yep.]
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All-in-all, however, he was pleased. The scent of honeysuckle drifted on the breeze as he stood at the door, looking out onto the oddity that was the modern world. A part of him felt strongly homesick at that scent. Perhaps he would never become used to this insanity. Half different, half the same. Different rules, different buildings, different scents and sounds and voices.
He disappeared out into it to gather some of the sweet blooms, before returning to set them into a bowl near to Diarmuid.
...at least he was resting. Aengus had been worried.]
Codladh sámh1
[1. Sleep well]
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[In fact, it wasn't until about half an hour later that the knight finally awoke, blinking gold eyes dazedly and lifting his head from where it had been resting on folded arms.]
[What time was it? He felt as if he'd slept for days, though logic dictated that was surely not the case. Stifling a yawn, he got off the couch and straightened out disheveled hair with one hand.]
Father? Are you here?
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As promised, I am here.
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