Eachdraidh Locket Mail/Physical Mailbox

[oathshackledbird]

You have found the Mailbox/Inbox of Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer).  If you have business with me, please leave a message and I will return it as soon as possible.

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[oathshackledbird]

[Slowly, Diarmuid is getting better with the flirts and the teasing. A sure sign of this is the wink and words that follow it.]

Oh, I do not believe there are words beautiful enough to adequately describe how much I miss you. It would be an insult to both you and those feelings. No, I think the only way to express those feelings would be through actions,

[A wicked grin crosses his face.]

But actions are more preferable than words most of the time now, aren't they?

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh whistles. Not bad. For Diarmuid's efforts, he gets to see a tapered, elegant leg extended ever so slightly over a knee. But no further. It's just how they tease each other, this odd pair of Archer and Lancer.]

My, my. Chomping at the bit, are we? That sort of insatiability... it really suits you, though. I do like it.

[His expression evens out again, and he leans back, long, long hair spreading behind him.]

Come fly back to me, then. Rest your wings for a while. I will take good care of them.

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[oathshackledbird]

Thank you. I do try to be a good student...

[Diarmuid falls silent for a moment and then suddenly, there is a slight shift in the air. Instead of being on his perch in Caer Glaem, Diarmuid is standing near the edge of the bath. He clicks his locket closed and then crouches down near the golden king, reaching out to run his fingers through that long golden hair.]

I know you will take good care of them. You always take such good care of me.