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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audio → video;

[babbylon]

[Such a foolhardy little hero. Not that he can claim himself much better, running all over the place and only just now bothering to catch his breath. He's pleased in turn, hearing Diarmuid's pride shine through; he knows well what that project meant to him.

And to them, for all the hours they spent training together. Audio flicks over to a video feed, displaying a rather risque image of Gilgamesh bathing... but only from the waist up. Can't make this too easy for him.]

There's something important I must ask of you. Better to do so in person than over silly trinkets.

[Gilgamesh thins his eyes coquettishly at the silly trinket in question.]

Will you truly? I miss you dearly at my side. And in my bed, though that goes without saying.

video;

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid doesn't respond right away when the video starts. Instead, he takes several long moments to let his gaze slide over the image he is being given. When he finally does answer Gilgamesh's question, the answer begins with a laugh.]

I am not sure if I should be proud you are taking my advice about relaxing more or upset you seem so comfortable without me there. I can been there almost instantaneously if you want me there and it is a place where I would be welcomed...

[While he is positive he will be welcomed almost everywhere Gilgamesh is, Diarmuid is still not one to just assume things like that. He always prefers to ask.]

It touches me beyond words that I have been missed so. I have missed you as well.

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh chuckles himself, amused to hear Diarmuid speak of him so fondly. Touched in his own way, as so often his name was breathed as a curse, with utmost revulsion. The tyrant King, both feared and beloved by all.

He trails the tip of his finger over the water, in a manner that could only be called flirtatious.]

Oh? Just how much?

[He has time to waste. He may as well waste it on praise from his dearest subject.]

[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.

[Video] to [Action]

[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.