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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[athousandcurses]

[Grainne puffs out a breath of air.]

Well... I was partially right. The boy was cursed into the puppy. But that does not stop the seriousness of this! He wouldn't even let me call him Lord Hound anymore...

[She pauses and thinks on what he has said, pulling a lock of hair to the front to play with.]

A gift? What could I give him that would be useful to one such as him?

[Don't say it, don't say it, don't even think of it.]

...

[Damn it, Grainne. She thought of it.

There goes her face into her hands.]

[oathshackledbird]

There are a lot of things you could give him. Even if we don't have to eat, we still can gain energy from doing so. You could make him some food or you could make him some kind of protective charm. His armor is, sadly, much like mine. Why don't you make him some new armor? Well...what would you make for me as a gift?

[Diarmuid pauses when he notices her putting her head into her hands.]

Grainne? What is wrong?

[You are confusing the heck out of your husband...]

[athousandcurses]

He keeps flirting with me.

[Don't make her say any more.]

I am afraid I am not very good at charms. I do not think a geis would be very useful.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at her.]

You could put a geis on him to keep him from hitting on you. You never know. It might save his life someday...

[Hint. Hint.]

[athousandcurses]

I might, but it seems a little cruel to him to put yet another one on his shoulders. My offense may put him off completely, though. I... am rather relieved, if I am honest. He frightens me when he does that. I would not say no if you had a word with him.

[Grainne lowers her gaze, appearing to think for a moment, but in reality she knows what he is getting at.]

I will make a charm as an apology.

[oathshackledbird]

And I will see if I can't have a few words with him. Whenever I might see him next...

[The other Lancer has been rather absent from the castle lately.]

I am sure he will appreciate the charm and your apology, even if it might take him a little while to forgive.

[athousandcurses]

[A small sigh escapes as a form of relief. She really didn't wish to put them at odds with each other...]

Just be sure you do not wake in his bed the next morning, fair one...

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid's eyes widen when she says that and his face pales.]

W-what is that suppose to mean?

[athousandcurses]

[She had only been teasing, but his reaction makes her raise both eyebrows.]

Dear heart... it was only a tease. Your face could pass for the moon. Why, do you hold an attraction for him? I would not blame you.

[oathshackledbird]

No! Of course not!

[Diarmuid rubs his hand over his face as if it will rub away the shock still there.]

One wonders if you enjoy imaging us together if you are saying such things...

[athousandcurses]

[Well, that brought up a very pleasant mental image. Sorry, Diarmuid, she's going to be enjoying that image for a moment or two.

Not that the other women of the homestead hadn't done such things before... nope. Just that Grainne usually didn't join them...

All of her previous distress forgotten, she sighs.]

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid recognizes that happy sigh and his hand drops from his face, eyes wide once more.]

Grainne! That was not a suggestion that you do it!

[athousandcurses]

Peace, Diarmuid, I was only thinking of the two of you fighting back to back. [She pauses, mischief lighting up her eyes.] Or perhaps a wrestling match.

[The mischief fades into a look of fondness.]

Ah, my brave hawk, how is it that no matter what has happened, you never fail to lift my spirits?

[Perhaps 'spirits' was a bad word to say. Her face falls a little.]

Well... I should leave you in peace, and let you carry out your tasks. I will not trouble you with silly matters any further today.

[oathshackledbird]

[Right. Sure. Of course, that is what she was thinking of. Diarmuid knows better than to believe that. He sighs and shakes his head. Well, he will deal with some embarrassment if it makes her feel better. That is the important thing.]

I am glad to hear that. However, you are no trouble to me. If you end up needing any kind of help with your apology present, please let me know. Be well, Beloved.