Just another pretty face in the crowd. At least, it is a role I am used to.
[There is an odd tone of disappointment in Diarmuid's voice, but it doesn't last long, driven away by the rush of feelings that hit him when Gilgamesh's hand drifts across his hip. Before, he had brushed off the meaning of the other servant's words and actions. Now there is no way to. No way to and part of him that doesn't want to. It's part of him that misses the nights he spent out with the others in the Fianna. The times after battle when celebration was called for or those times around the fire when the only comfort could be found with one who truly understood.
Diarmuid is married and his wife is here. He shouldn't want that anymore--shouldn't need it--but deep down, part of him does.
It takes a great amount of effort to push passed those feelings, though Diarmuid doesn't push Gilgamesh's hand away like he probably should. Instead, he tries to focus on something different. The golden king's words about Grainne. That should work...except for one problem. Diarmuid's emotions are already stirred and even without feeling the harp's influence, he probably speaks more freely than is wise.]
She...is not always so bad. This place has been hard on her. She says I am not as she remembers no matter how hard I try to be. It's just...I am how I remember...how I remember being as a knight. A knight she never knew. A time before she made me leave all that behind...
[Diarmuid sighs, closing his eyes.]
I don't know what fate forbids anymore except my happiness perhaps...
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[There is an odd tone of disappointment in Diarmuid's voice, but it doesn't last long, driven away by the rush of feelings that hit him when Gilgamesh's hand drifts across his hip. Before, he had brushed off the meaning of the other servant's words and actions. Now there is no way to. No way to and part of him that doesn't want to. It's part of him that misses the nights he spent out with the others in the Fianna. The times after battle when celebration was called for or those times around the fire when the only comfort could be found with one who truly understood.
Diarmuid is married and his wife is here. He shouldn't want that anymore--shouldn't need it--but deep down, part of him does.
It takes a great amount of effort to push passed those feelings, though Diarmuid doesn't push Gilgamesh's hand away like he probably should. Instead, he tries to focus on something different. The golden king's words about Grainne. That should work...except for one problem. Diarmuid's emotions are already stirred and even without feeling the harp's influence, he probably speaks more freely than is wise.]
She...is not always so bad. This place has been hard on her. She says I am not as she remembers no matter how hard I try to be. It's just...I am how I remember...how I remember being as a knight. A knight she never knew. A time before she made me leave all that behind...
[Diarmuid sighs, closing his eyes.]
I don't know what fate forbids anymore except my happiness perhaps...