Diarmuid Ua Duibhne (Lancer)
COURT Seelie (Neutral Leanings)
TITLE
- Knight of the Golden Cadre
- Maskhunter/Hartslayer
- Shield of the Cothromach
- Champion of Redgate
OCCUPATION Knight/Trainer
ABLE TO FAST-TRAVEL
- Servant ability to travel at up to 100 times normal human speed.
- A ring given to him by Alyosha that allows him to teleport himself only pretty much anywhere.
- A ring given as a boon that will allow him to teleport to the side of any Seelie shardbearer if their life is in immediate danger.
COMMUNICATION METHODS
RESIDENCE IN 2,701 Cu Chulainn's castle, Dun Dealgan, south of Daonna, his rooms at Alyosha's villa, and occasionally his rooms at Caer Glaem when he is working on his personal training ground.
RESIDENCE IN 2,702 His rooms at Alyosha's villa, and occasionally, his rooms at Caer Glaem when he is working on his personal training ground. As of May, he will be invited to move into Flora's villa in Leathann.
MAJOR EVENTS
MASTER/SERVANT BOND CREATED W/ALYOSHA. [ ✖ ]
SETS UP HIS PERSONAL TRAINING GROUND AT CAER GLAEM. [ ✖ ]
CSI: DAONNA. [ ✖ ]
BECOMES A CAPTAIN IN THE RED HAND. [ ✖✖
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MAJOR CHANGES
POST BATTLE:
- His right arm is missing at the shoulder.
- There are several 'bleed over' effects from his Master/Servant bond with Alyosha because various factors. These include:
- When his emotions are high (especially when he is angry) he will grow fangs and the pupils of his eyes will slit like a snake's eyes.
- He will crave blood whenever his energy levels are low or whenever Alyosha is strongly craving it herself. This is partly because of her being a vampire, but also because on his world, blood is one of the things that carries magical energy and so he knows it is a source of gaining that energy should he need it.
- Because of Alyosha's shadow magic, when Diarmuid uses his fire ring, the fire summoned will be shadow tinted instead of normal.
- Unspecified bleed over from the sigil magic that is so tightly tied to her.
POST TIMESKIP:
- No longer introduces himself as 'Lancer.' Instead, he uses his real name.
- Diarmuid's fighting style shifts to something reminiscent of Capoeira. His right leg is used as much as possible in place of his missing right arm, and as a result of that, his right leg now is lightly armored from knee to foot with armor that is much like that which was once on his left arm. His boot has also been modified with a hidden blade. The blade can be released with a certain tap of his foot giving him a second weapon should he need it.
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SUMMARY OF KNOWN DETAILS
If Diarmuid was confused going into the battle, he is even more so coming out of it. Both castles lie in ruins, untold numbers are dead on all sides, and who knows how many worlds went with them? What good came of all of it? None. None that Diarmuid can see. As a result, he is pushed even more toward favoring the neutral side. Deep down, he no longer fully considers himself Seelie. The golden cloak that marks him as a knight of the Golden Cadre is not a badge of honor, but a reminder that even knights can take the wrong path. After he recovers from losing his right arm and spends some time learning to fight again, he will focus on strengthening his bonds with his family and friends. It doesn't matter what side they are on for he does not see them as Seelie or Unseelie. They are family. They are friend. That is all that matters. When not helping Alyosha, his new Master, and fighting the Neutral fight, he will also spend time training others, building his personal training ground at Caer Glaem, and...breeding bandersnatches? Well, at least trying. Who knows if the bandersnatches will cooperate...
Of course, all of that will be put to the side when it comes time to spoil babbins and mercenar-- Err, wait, that should be spoiling babbins and LEADING mercenaries. That's better...
PLANS
- Recover from his injuries both physically and mentally.
- Adjust to his new Master/Servant bond with Alyosha and the bleed over.
- Learn to fight again. (Looking into a new arm will come later.)
- Work on getting the personal training ground he has been granted built to his specifications.
- Meet with Lancelot to discuss worries etc about Tarz's tactics.
- Keep in contact with his Unseelie friends. Find ways to meet with them despite the crack down on cross court interaction.
- Spend more time with Grainne.
- Teach fighting and shard training as requested.
- Tag team fighting with his new Master so they can learn to be badasses together. :-D
- Do whatever he can to help the Neutral side.
- Go hunting for new bandersnatch friends with Alice.
TIMELINE OF EVENTS
Things Occurring THROUGHOUT the Timeskip
- Working on his training grounds at Caer Glaem.
- Learning to fight again/Practicing with his shard.(Alyosha and Lancelot will help.)
- Training others to fight/use their shards.
- Becoming used to his bond with Alyosha and the overflow from it.
SPRING IN 2,701 (Mar, Apr, May)
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- MARCH -
- Ask Rin to enchant the necklace he got from Merida so he can contact all Seelie/Unseelie with it (Late Feb).
- Talk to Politezerker about his arm. (Late Feb)
- Recovery from losing his arm. (Both mental and physical.)
- Visits the new Barrel.
- Check in on Kayneth.
- Meet Gilgamesh.
- Visit Zuko at Azure to help unfreeze things and for fire training.
- More unfreezing and fire training with Merida.
- Finds a strange and very large egg...
- Begin work on his training ground in Caer Glaem after a handwaved talk with John and Lancelot(Flora will help with terrains).
- Long talk (and cry session) with Grainne about his arm, her losing the baby, and other things from her time back home (handwaved).
- Talking to Lancelot about Tarz.
- Check in with Saber now that she has had time to calm down.
- Go hunting for bandersnatches with Alice.
- APRIL -
- Travel to the Cothromach and renew his vows to it and Sansa. Talk about ferry system work.
- Meeting Aslan at Caer Glaem (Training Grounds).
- Teach Hikaru (Lucifer) to use her(his) shard @ the Station.
- Trip to the Barrel to celebrate his birthday.
- The strange egg hatches right around his birthday. Congratulations Diarmuid! It's a fluffy green bird?!? Well, at least it's not a dinosaur...
- MAY -
- Map out the waterways around the Cothromach for Sansa & the ferry project.
- Hunt golden swans with Thrall (get at least two--one for Caer and one for Aengus)
- Start training Oscar the bandersnatch to hunt.
- Work on the training grounds with Flora.
- Drop into the Art Gallery Opening in Parrais.
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| SUMMER IN 2,701 (Jun, Jul, Aug) |
- JUNE -
- Training for those who wish it: Gilgamesh-shard.
- Goes to the Treun tournament. Observes, but does not participate because of his arm. Bonds with Merida.
- Meets Javik at the tournament.
- Acts as Alyosha's witness at the duel between her and Hermione.
- JULY - CSI: Daonna (Quest)--Sent to Daonna after the hangings to investigate for Waver. Interview Alice, Merida, Faolan. Work with Sara & Politezerker. Lén accompanies Diarmuid to help.
- AUGUST -
- Fire training with Merida.
- Talk with her about battle/Master stuff.
- Meeting Remus Lupin.
- Golem hunting with Javik.
- Visit the Cothromach's Markets.
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| FALL IN 2,701 (Sept, Oct, Nov) |
- SEPTEMBER -
- Heartbreak: Grainne is sent home from the Drabwurld.
- Language kerfuffle! Just how close to Gaelic is Drabbish anyway?
- Help Alice with her orphanage.
- Training: Gilgamesh/Work on the Training Grounds
- OCTOBER -
- Samhain!
- Meet the Black Shuck
- Meets Sam.
- Anniversary of his arrival.
- NOVEMBER -
- Hunts inmates.
- Protects others from the inmates.
- Meets up with Lancelot to talk.
- Becomes co-parents to a bunch of mercs with John Grimm.
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| WINTER IN 2,701/2,702 (Dec, Jan, Feb) |
- DECEMBER -
- Yule! Silliness with Fox Merida.
- Hunt the White Hart. Slays him with Katsa. Reward: 200 gold pieces, a while cloak and the title of Hartslayer until the next hunt comes around.
- Anniversary of the Fox Hunt.
- JANUARY -
- Shard Training.
- Working on his Training Grounds.
- 'Learning' to relax a little with Kaldur.
- Meeting up with Gilgamesh at Caer Glaem.
- FEBRUARY -
- Runs into Grell at the Noa Woods for sparring.
- Goes to Parrais for the Ostara Feast.
- 1 year anniversary with Alyosha.
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| SPRING IN 2,702 (Mar, Apr) |
- MARCH -
- Fight zombies.
- Visits Lumina's Chocobo Ranch and does some undead removal. Gets a new friend for Aengus?
- Learning to fight again complete.
- APRIL -
- Shelters his fairy groupies to keep them safe.
- Work on his training grounds at Caer Glaem finishes.
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oathshackledbird) wrote2011-08-04 01:48 am
Hunt for the White Hart
Where: All over!
When: During the Hunt for the White Hart
What: Open Log for people who want to run into Diarmuid either before or after he downs the White Hart with Katsa's help.
Warnings: To be determined. See individual threads.
Before killing the White Hart with Katsa:
When Diarmuid had set up his offering to the Black Shuck just a few months ago, he had sung a song that praised the role that death has in the cycle. His people have a matching song that focuses on life's role in the cycle, and it is this he sings as he sets up an offering to the White Hart before he begins his hunt. A container of honey sits next to a bottle of the finest wine. Diarmuid pours some of the wine into a glass and then drops a few drops of his own blood into it. Finally, as he reaches the end of the song, the honey is stirred in and the whole glass is raised to the sky.
"For you, White Hart. Please bless me during this hunt. Let us meet and end this as you wish and as tradition demands."
After holding the glass aloft for a moment, Diarmuid lowers it and pours the glass over the ground. He bows his head respectfully for a few more moments and then stands and packs up what is left. Both Oscar and Ogma are excited to get going. It is time to get to work...
After killing the White Hart with Katsa:
Even though the White Hart's body has now vanished and Diarmuid has parted ways with the young woman who had helped him down the marvelous beast, Diarmuid is still in the area where they made their kill. He sits at the base of a tree, Oscar resting beside him and Ogma perched in the tree above him.
Diarmuid had participated in the hunt this year, not for glory or fame, but as a test. Slowly over the months since his injury, he has started to gain confidence in his ability to keep fighting even without his arm. Surely, if the White Hart believed in Diarmuid enough to allow him to down him, there would be no way for Diarmuid to doubt his ability any longer. As much as he wanted it to happen, Diarmuid had never believed it would actually happen.
Then it had...
He laughs softly to himself and then looks up at the sky and whispers, "Thank you. Thank you."
Once he's done speaking, Diarmuid runs a hand though his hair and then shuts his eyes. He's just going to stay here for a while. To let it all sink in. To allow his thinking of old to pass away. He's still himself. He can still do everything he needs to. One arm or not.
It's a good feeling...
after the hunt!
Ah, but he's really out of shape on this front. Lily pants and heaves and he must slow the poor mare to prevent her collapse from exhaustion; he knows by now he must've lost, having tracked the Hart nearly to its lair only to fall behind at the last second. A thrilling hunt, nonetheless, and when he stumbles upon the man who must've been the one to slay him, he smiles.
"Diarmuid."
Nothing like vengeance or envy enters his heart. If anyone were to best him, best that it was Lancer, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. Best that it was the one who wanted more than anything to win. And Gilgamesh can empathize with those words: I want it more than anything.
"Congratulations," the King acknowledges with a bow of his head, dismounting. "You were a worthy opponent. Shall we rest a while, then?"
It is a testament to how much he's come to trust Diarmuid that he'd admit to weakness. But he is tired. To rest a while, and to rest together, would surely not be such a bad thing.
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"You honor me, King of Heroes. Thank you," Diarmuid bows his head in return and then motions for the king to join him by the tree. While he waits for his offer to be accepted, he gets into the bag Oscar is wearing and pulls out a bottle of fine wine. It is what is left over from when he gave his offering to the White Hart at the start of the hunt. Now that the hunt has ended, it seems like a good time to finish the bottle.
"Will you drink with me?"
While Diarmuid notices the weakness, he makes no comment on it. All men grow tired once and a while. Yes, even kings.
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"No need to ask," Gilgamesh assents, relaxing with one leg drawn to his chest and the other splayed outward. Like a child, almost. "Under the condition you recount every perilous moment 'til the end. That was my rightful kill, you know."
But he doesn't sound too pressed about it. Just playfully put out, and that's much better than the alternative.
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Diarmuid means the White Hart, of course.
"Such a majestic animal. I was saddened when his body just vanished. I would have loved to have taken his antlers to carve. They would have made beautiful gifts..." he trails off for a moment, thinking about the things he would have carved and then pulls himself back together.
"I could never have done it without Oscar and Ogma's help. Or the help of the young woman I met in the woods. She was quite good with a bow and she was the one who was able to slow him down so I could finish him," he laughs, suddenly realizing he is jumping ahead in the story. "Sorry. Here I go spoiling the ending before I have hardly begun the story."
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Just not enough to rain down death and destruction upon his head in a fit of rage. Throwing back the bottle, he takes a long chug of it before collapsing back with a contented sigh. He's tired, alright, but he'll recover. They were Servants. They were meant for this sort of challenge, this sort of exertion.
Quietly, he nudges his fingers beside Diarmuid's and brushes them together.
"Whatever I ask, hm? But didn't the Hart already grant your dearest wish?" Either Gilgamesh knows of his prayer before the battle, or it's just a remarkably sure guess. "That should be enough for now, that my subject bathed in this victory."
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He smiles and rolls his head toward Gilgamesh. Confidence and joy radiates from his expression, "Thank you for letting me have this. Next year will be your year. I know it will be. I will help you if you wish me to." Curiosity makes its way into his expression, "But are you really sure you don't want anything?"
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A fact Gilgamesh would stubbornly insist upon. But he won't turn away his hand, happy to have it, happy to hold it. Happy for a quieter moment like this one, because even Gilgamesh tires of yelling at times. At times, even Gilgamesh craves the softness of a touch that won't turn him away.
He shuts his eyes and thinks they must make for a lovely image. If he imagines for long enough, it's someone else holding his hand—someone smaller and paler with laughter to light up the world.
"I suppose I don't really know," he confesses, shaking out the long braid that's now grown over his shoulder. "But maybe... it might be nice to continue on just as we are. To keep hunting. To keep chasing. Anything and anyone we'd like. That's what it means to be free, to be an adventurer."
Yes, that's what he wants. He turns to look at Diarmuid too, "Let's keep adventuring together until then. Until it's my year, just run alongside me."
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Silence falls for a moment as Diarmuid slides closer to the golden king, eventually leaning his head lightly on Gilgamesh's shoulder. For a moment, Oscar grumbles, upset that his 'pillow' has moved, but the bandersnatch soon is fast asleep again. Diarmuid hardly notices it, distracted by the almost peaceful look on Gilgamesh's face. Is he thinking of the one he lost? The one Diarmuid saw in his memories that day?
"So yes," Diarmuid's voice is soft as so not to draw the golden king from his memories too soon. He is not jealous of that man who he assumes is Enkidu, the rumored only friend of the great king. He knows he cannot ever fill that empty place Enkidu left behind. No, Diarmuid will just be himself and be happy with whatever small space he is granted next to the one true friend, "Lets be free to hunt and to chase. Who knows what we may find hiding in these lands?"
Perhaps something even more interesting than the Jabberwock or the White Hart...
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You would've died no matter what, Diarmuid Ua Duibhne. It was not a war to be won by honorable men. He would've suffered and he would've died and sometimes Gilgamesh forgets this man was still alive here, miraculously, against his own expectations. Against all odds, his wish came true.
Gilgamesh mouths his lips over Diarmuid's hair, across his scalp, and squeezes around his hand. They are not the actions of one who will ever love him, but they are those of a lover. In his own way, Gilgamesh has accepted him. It is enough for both of them.
"This should not have been my fate," he admits in that quiet moment, "but the truth being what it is, such a fate is best not endured alone. I would ask of you that. I would tell you, I do not want to be alone. I would tell you, speak of it to no one else. It is a shameful thing to say."
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Sometimes acceptance is enough.
When Diarmuid hears those words, he wants nothing more than to reach out and gently touch Gilgamesh the same way the golden king has just touched and reassured him, but he has only one hand and does not wish to let go of the hand held so tightly in his own. He does loosen his grip some, though, so his fingers can gently trace patterns on the skin of Gilgamesh's hand.
"I also do not wish to be alone. I have been there," Diarmuid may not be able to touch Gilgamesh as he wishes at the moment, but he does lean into the golden king with his head, before looking up at him with honest, unguarded eyes. "Standing amongst those who know you are different. Who look at you out of the corner of their eyes and wish you gone. Who question all you say when they really have no right. I will be here for you. For however long you wish me there. We can't be alone. Not as long as we are together..."
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Gilgamesh chides Diarmuid with barely any fire left in him, drawing that hand to his face. They truly are foolish words, and they truly are a pair of fools, the two of them. They were prouder than this. They were better than this, or at least Gilgamesh once thought so. Now, after facing this world, after facing the other Saber and the other Lancer, he isn't so sure.
He entered this new year with the highest of hopes, maintained the highest of spirits, but this talk depresses him. It depresses him because it brings reality crashing back down—that they'll both never be as they once were, no matter how brightly they shined, apart or together.
"This was supposed to be your day," Gilgamesh reminds him, in a rare moment of selflessness, "the one day where I, Gilgamesh, King of Heroes, permitted you to stand above me. Don't ruin the mood with such somber eyes. It reflects poor on you, as well, and I won't allow it."
She won't even look at me, she won't even acknowledge me—
"I won't, you know. So consider it an order from me."
I don't want to let go—
"Let go of all that sadness. Together. With me."
...do I really have to let go, Lancer?
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Let go, dear king. It is better that way...
"Perhaps, I am a foolish subject, but this is what my heart tells me. If we are going to be together, we must do this together."
It is better...for you both.
"Please...travel this path with me. Do not part from me so soon..."
Don't be afraid. We are in this together.
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A tall order coming from Gilgamesh, but it's been a very, very long time since anyone spoke to him in such a way. Alliances were brief and trysts were just that, yet there's a lasting honesty in that gaze. It's hard to ignore and, as much as he should tear himself away and mumble and grumble about poor choices in companions, he doesn't. He just blinks slowly, once, twice, and heeds what Diarmuid asks of him... somewhat.
"I still have to do something," Gilgamesh winds up hedging. "I have to fix something. Correct a mistake. If I don't, I can't face the true me, who awaits forever within the Throne. It's easy just saying it, right? But I can't forget her face by wishing for it."
Let go. Don't let go. The voices war within his head and Gilgamesh winds up shutting them all out, leaning back with a great sigh.
"No... I still want it. Even if the sadness disappears, I'm bound by that duty. Maybe it was my responsibility all along, for the battle that was interrupted. I need to finish it. And if I can do one thing that is good, and honorable, and just, I'll save her."
It's a hard conclusion to make, yet a relieving one at the same time. He looks relieved. "That's what my battle with Saber means here. I understand it now."
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Besides, Diarmuid also has unfinished business with Saber. It might not drive Diarmuid as much as it drives Gilgamesh, but he can understand the feeling just a little bit.
Diarmuid leans back against the tree next to the golden king and finally frees his hand so he can rest it against the center of Gilgamesh's chest, "You know I will not deny you your duty and the duty of the King of Heroes is vast. Just...don't let it take over your life. There is more to you than that duty. There is much the King of Heroes must do. If nothing else..." he rests his head against Gilgamesh's shoulder, "...you have an embarrassing fool of a subject to keep out of trouble too. And you promised me adventure and hunting. Let those things drive away the sadness. Let it help you focus so you can do what you need to do."
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But Gilgamesh still smiles for it. He won't refuse him, won't reject him. He won't ever really understand, and the same could be said for Gilgamesh himself. What matters are those words bordering on sacred: you are not alone. They are together in this much, in their own separate battles to be waged with Saber.
"I fear there may be no cure for it." Gilgamesh sighs this even as he melts against Diarmuid, takes up that hand upon his chest and brings it to his lips. "I fear I may sink yet further into despair, against my own will, my own nature. But if that day comes, the day when this world falls to me, I will be sure to catch you. I will set you on your feet again and send you back to your proper place."
It is the right and proper thing to do, from one knight to another. Gilgamesh would defeat Saber; Diarmuid would please his lord. In that moment, Gilgamesh decides he would gladly make a world where this was so.
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Diarmuid has been careful with his vows and oaths in this place, but these promises he makes without question. A king and a knight can never been equal, but fellow knights are much closer and that is enough.
Besides, there is a chance that Enkidu may come to this place someday, and Diarmuid wishes to make sure that when the golden king's best friend arrives, what he finds is not a shell of the man he once knew, but the radiant shining king he is.
"Let us speak of happier things now. Will you tell me of him? The one who completes you?"
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The first confession is also the most truthful. The most regretful words out of his mouth are also the most painful. Even in the dreamless sleep of Servants, Enkidu comes to him. Even in the waking hours, Gilgamesh's thoughts drift to him. He is everything and nothing, all at once. He is everyone and no one at all, banished from this world and from all the rest, too.
It hurts him to consider, but Diarmuid has lulled him and soothed him. The words follow far more easily than they would have otherwise, and only for his ears, only in the sanctified grove of the White Hart himself.
"I don't even know if I imagined him. If he was simply one very long dream I awakened from. Sometimes, I think so. Sometimes, he is too tangible for me to bear. Sometimes, I wonder if I should forget that vow, even if it would bring shame to his name as well as mine. Would it not be for the best?"
Gilgamesh glances over at Diarmuid, worry clear in his eyes. "Would this world not break him, as well? He should not be brought to this wretched realm. He should not see what I've become. He is not like me. He is too pure and full of goodness."
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Diarmuid gently frees his hand and cradles the side of Gilgamesh's head, his fingers stroking the skin beneath them, "Listen to me. You cannot deny him like that. After all this place has taken from you, you cannot let it take him as well. He is real. He is part of you. Denying him is denying yourself. Insulting him is insulting yourself and you would never take an insult like that from someone and let them live. Do not let yourself be an exception to that."
"Isn't life just a series of dreams? Some good, some bad, but no matter which they are, they are still the things that make us who we are," Diarmuid's hand moves upward until it is lightly stroking Gilgamesh's hair. "This is a hard dream. An unpleasant one at times and a pleasant one at others. He stood with you when you faced the most terrible of beasts. Do you really think him so weak he could not stand with you here against those who have taken so much from you? Do you think him so careless that he would see what they have done to you and not want revenge in your name? If so, that is the greatest insult you make against him."
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"I will go mad here, I think."
Except it isn't one, really. It's too late for that. It was too late ever since the moment Enkidu fell to the will of the gods; perhaps Diarmuid felt the same as he died beneath their sky, bleeding out for their amusement, cursed to his very last breath. There are warm hands and warm eyes upon him but neither matter much. It's too late for them. It's too late for everything.
Even so, Gilgamesh does look back.
"But before that happens, pull me away from the edge. You will fail, of course. I would kill you long before you succeeded. But if you were to try, that would hearten me. If you were to speak as you are now, even in the midst of despair, even as the world crashed down all around you, I would be most pleased."
Here he smiles, laughs at himself, as there's nothing left to say. "I was a pretty terrible king, after all. That much wasn't just a dream."
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Diarmuid's hand drops from Gilgamesh's head and moves so that he can press his fingers against the golden king's mouth. Though his expression and words are still gentle, the steel of an order given rings in them both, "Perhaps I have no right to issue orders to you, but I am going to do it anyway. You already sound as if this place has defeated you. You already sound as if you have given up when this fight is just starting. I will not stand for it. Do you understand me? I will not!"
He stands then, looks down at Gilgamesh, and motions to the area around them, "Do you know this world used to be full of courts? It was not just the Unseelie versus the Seelie once. Many courts battled until only two remained, but it does not have to stay that way. If you do not like this world as it is, raise your own court and show them how this world should be. It does not matter that you made mistakes in the past. You see them now. Correct them. Correct them and make this garden your own. Rise and make him proud of you. Deny the madness just as you deny everything else you do not approve of. You are right that I cannot stop you if you choose to descend, but that does not mean you cannot stop yourself. Do it for him and for all he gave you. Make this place a world you will be proud to bring him to should the power ever be in your hands..."
Because, who knows? Some day it might be...
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It's strange, but it seems to fit him. And he'd be remiss to scold him when he's doing exactly what he was told in that spring all those months ago. He can't look away from Diarmuid, so he doesn't. A world full of courts. Raise your own. Show them how this world should be. Correct them.
They are all sentiments that resound strongly with him; he feels more preyed upon than ever with words that pierce further than fangs. They renew and inspire, and perhaps he will still go mad, perhaps there is nothing to be done for him, perhaps he will chase Saber fruitlessly to his grave...
But someone called him King, once, and meant it. And believed it. And he believes it, too.
"I really wanted to win, you know. I'm really... really, really mad."
He cracks a grin through it, though, and Diarmuid can rest his easy knowing he has broken through. Gilgamesh won't forget. Even if he loses himself, he'll remember.
"Upon the grace and glory of my crown, Diarmuid, I forgive your transgression in handing down those orders. Just this once."
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I'm really... really, really mad.
How does one fight another's madness? How does he keep Gilgamesh out of that darkness, and how does he find the golden king again should he sink in when Diarmuid is not around?
Has he set himself up for another impossible task in a long life of them?
Diarmuid sighs and then rests his head against Gilgamesh's shoulder. It's a wordless reminder that they are together and a silent plea...
Don't chose the madness over me. Don't chose the madness over him.