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[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]

[Diarmuid cannot help but wonder why Gilgamesh took Dorian for his master if he thinks the man so foolish. Was it just for the power? Or more?

And it still doesn't explain why Dorian has suddenly changed so much, though Diarmuid is starting to guess.]

He was sent home recently, wasn't he? And a great deal of time passed for him...

[It is true that sex can be a comfort, but it cannot heal wounds that need attention. All it can do is distract from them for a while.]

Avoidance is not healing. Preventing himself from thinking about what he needs to come to terms with won't solve anything.

[Diarmuid knows. He's tried and all he did was work himself so hard that he had to spend part of April recovering from it.]

If you cannot get him to listen to you, I am not sure what luck I will have, but you know I will do my best.

[Even if he has to bloody his knuckles to do it.]

video;

[babbylon]

[Between Diarmuid and himself, Dorian should be brought back down to heel. That just leaves one other matter that's bothering him... well, not quite bothering, but he should address it anyway.]

Diarmuid. Cherished Knight.

[His tone softens. Loses that prickly, near paranoid edge, and he lifts the locket so that the man can see his face. It's kind.]

You know I've no issue if you take others to your bed. Your lovers are your own; mine are mine to share. I would not forbid nor restrain you in this way.

video;

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid blinks in surprise, both at the sudden change in topic, but also because of the sudden change to video. He gets no answer to his questions, but that is okay. That in itself is answer enough.]

W-why are we suddenly talking about this?

[it seems no matter how many times they have been together, some things still trigger a bit of embarrassment in him.]

Didn't I tell you that there is no reason for me to want anything but the best?

[Not blushing. Totally not blushing...]

[babbylon]

[Oh, what's this? A hidden weak point? Ever himself, Gilgamesh grins like a cat that's just caught the canary between his teeth.]

Not even one orgy back in your Fianna? Truly? There were so very many of you, so many supple bodies to pass around...

[oathshackledbird]

N-no!

[Diarmuid looking away like that doesn't really hide the red on your face...]

I mean...father spoke of them sometimes, but it was usually just two or three of us at once in the Fianna. Not a whole group! We didn't have time...

[And often, they didn't want to wake the whole camp...]

[babbylon]

Go find someone you like, then. Someone that catches your eye. Bring them back to the house so we might have fun together.

[And just because he's really that mean:]

It's an or~der. ♪

[oathshackledbird]

I... I...

[Diarmuid doesn't want to disobey and order, but...]

I have no idea who I would bring! People don't catch my attention that easily!

[Gilgamesh...what are you doing to him?]

[babbylon]

You have one week.

[E-rank Luck: always coming back to bite Lancers in the worst possible ways.]

Happy hunting, Diarmuid. I expect only the best from you.

[oathshackledbird]

O-one week?

[See this look? It is the look of a dying man...]

I...will do my best.

[Because, no matter how strange the request, Diarmuid always tries his very best. He won't accept anything less for himself and he won't insult his king with anything less.]