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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Step back. Come back to me. Come away from the edge...
[He whispers the words even as Gae Dearg appears back in his hand. That is why there is no real chance for him to react to the sudden drop in Gilgamesh's energy. Instead, all he can do is stare in shock when the hideous black bite mark is revealed. What could cause such a thing? It is so out of place on the golden king. Ugly. Disturbing. Diarmuid wants it gone...
Immediately, Gae Dearg vanishes and Diarmuid reaches out with his hand toward Gilgamesh.]
Who...who did this to you?
[And then a memory flashes through is mind. Dark. Deadly. Creeping. Death...]
The Black Shuck...
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[It's a lie. But they're the first words out of Gilgamesh's mouth anyway, it's fine, to convince himself of another truth—that he hadn't committed a grave error and sinned against this world's version of God and so sealed his fate as a result. The wound on his hand has already healed and the wound from Gae Dearg has started to; no such luck with the Shuck's bite, which oozes blood so dark it's turned nearly black.
But it's fine. He's alright. He's backing away and on his knees but there's nothing to worry over, because...]
I won't die. No matter what, I won't die. I don't care what he said. I can't. There's no way it will happen.
[His eyes are wide with hysteria. Diarmuid arrived too late to pull him back from the edge and shield him from the madness, which struck him down to the bone and destroyed him long before Gae Dearg ever could. It is already here. It has gripped him by the spine and oozes from his neck.
But there's nothing to worry over, it's fine, he's alright.]
...I don't want to die again.
[Gilgamesh has rejected the reality in which he suffers such a fate, and therefore, he won't.]
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[It is not often Diarmuid raises his voice in anger. It is even less often that it is raised and also carries the sharpness of an order, but both things are being done now. It is hard for him because he knows he should not be giving orders to this man, but it has to be done now. He has to snap him out of this madness. Out of this hysteria. It is not the appropriate end to this battle. It is not the appropriate end to anything.
Diarmuid is also on his knees and he moves forward until he is kneeling right in front of Gilgamesh. He reaches out with his hand to cup the side of the golden king's head, not caring if any of that dark blood gets on him. Calm golden eyes lock on wild red ones.]
What did he say to you? Tell me. I need to know. I need to know what has to be done so I can protect you. You won't die. I won't allow it. Nothing--not even Death--has the right to tarnish your glow.
[He can understand why Gilgamesh is so tempted to just deny what has happened, but after meeting the Black Shuck, Diarmuid knows denial won't get anything done. It won't get anything fixed. It is what the Black Shuck wants for when Gilgamesh's denial and strength of will fail, it will break the golden king even more than he already is.
No, it can't be allowed.]
Let me help you. Let me be here for you like you have been for me. You don't have to always be so strong in front of me. This is what I am here for. Please...
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At the very least, he won't lash out at Diarmuid. At another time he would've blamed him for everything and stabbed him on the spot, but now he recognizes he's only trying to help. He won't refuse him. He'll refuse Shuck's warning, but not Diarmuid. That is what has changed since then: faith in a fellow Servant and affection for a dear comrade.
He reaches out and takes Diarmuid's hand, as it was offered moments before. Breathes deep, and answers that concern from before, which hadn't been lost after all.]
I've returned.
[Reassurances first and foremost that the true danger of a world ripping apart from Gilgamesh's fury has passed. Deep breath in, deep breath out.]
You must keep it to yourself. You must swear it.
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[Diarmuid's voice is soft, almost less than a whisper. Not because he doesn't mean what he has said, but because he is fighting with himself as to how he should reply to Gilgamesh's request. Some people would have no problem swearing like this because to them oaths and vows mean little. Words don't hold any magic. This is not so for Diarmuid. Every oath and vow he has made is binding. Every word is part of a spell cast that will backfire on him should he not be true to what he says. This is why he cannot just agree without thought to swearing not to tell anyone about this. What if they need help to remove this curse? What if Gilgamesh swears him to silence and then refuses to act himself to fix this? Diarmuid still has vowed to protect him and staying silence would break that vow...
...but speaking would break another.
He sighs, hand tightening around Gilgamesh's. The path Diarmuid walks is not an easy one. It never has been and he isn't about to back away now.]
I swear. This will stay between us. Tell me what needs to be done to help you. To remove this blemish. I wish to see it gone more than anything. It does not belong upon you.
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Gilgamesh must answer with care. He cannot divulge too much, but Diarmuid will sniff out a lie if he offers too little. And didn't he deserve the truth, or something like it, for daring to come this far? For shattering the King's armor and making him hesitate, as few ever could or would.
He must answer with care for the both of them. He knows well this knight, so bound by his word. He won't curse him to act against himself. Not again.]
The Shuck took my life on Samhain. He's sworn to take it a second time, when next his moon fills the sky.
[And a third. And a fourth. And so on, forever. That stubbornness returns, sharp-edged and fierce.]
I would fight him myself before it happens. There's no need for you to intervene.
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[Diarmuid is both confused and terrified. Still, deep down, he already knows the answer to his questions. There is no need for there to be a 'how' when one is dealing with Death itself. That still leaves a 'why,' but at this point in time, Diarmuid doesn't care so much about that.]
There must be another way besides fighting him. He will come. Death always does and he will break whatever rules he must to take you. It is in his nature. You faced him once and...
[No, he's not going to say 'failed' because he is sure Gilgamesh already knows far too well what he means.]
I can see you are scared. Why won't you let me help? You don't have to face this alone. We travel together now, remember?
[He knows there is much he is not being told, but that is the nature of kings with those below them. They do not always share all of what they know. Still, promises have been made and Diarmuid is not going to let them be forgotten just because it is convenient or because things have gotten difficult and dangerous.]
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[Said with an awfully childish edge as he curls up on the snowy bank and complains. This is the truest side to Gilgamesh, the millennia old ancient who whines and grouses whenever things don't go his way. He lost to the Shuck, he lost to Diarmuid, and now he's recovered enough from the initial shock to outright pout about it.
He says he's not scared, and he isn't, but feeling the life drain from him, feeling his blood turn cold... it came pretty damn close. Scared, no. He really would fight that accusation to his grave. But shaken? Definitely.]
Honestly, you're too much sometimes. If Ea hadn't disobeyed me, you'd be bleeding out all over the place.
[This is very much a lie and it's very much apparent. Ea may have possessed its own will, but that will had been to kill. It was Gilgamesh who refused Ea, who fought himself and won. Damned fool of a Servant. How was he going to deny it now?]
If that hadn't happened... if some stupid god hadn't gotten in my way... maybe it would've been different.
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[Diarmuid reaches out and gently strokes back Gilgamesh's hair. He can tell very clearly that most of what the golden king is saying is a lie, but he will not call him on it. Instead, Diarmuid will just do his best to care for the golden king's busied ego, to polish his scuffed pride, and to help him back up to the throne that is so rightfully his.]
Come. My lap is both more comfortable and warmer than the ground.
[What Diarmuid doesn't say is that he really just wants to hold Gilgamesh and convince himself that everything will be okay. Somehow. Somehow this curse the Black Shuck has placed on him will be lifted and Death will not come for either of them. Not this way, anyway.]
You know that I do not fear dying in battle. If that was the conclusion that Fate had chosen, then I would have gladly, and with honor, bled out in your arms. It would be a better end than the last time I bled out you know...
[When Fionn had betrayed him, taunted him, and finally let him die...]
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And for what? To offer his own arm had been a serious show of respect, to speak of kinship in their mutual existence as agents of order and chaos. Damn this Servant and damn that Shuck. He'd skin that wolf and wear his hide before his time here's through, he's sworn to that much.
He reddens a little, though not out of any sense of embarrassment. It's because he's having to lie again, this time by omission, about that better end than the last time.]
...it's cold.
[It isn't—not for Servants, at least—and it's not exactly an answer to anything Diarmuid has said, but it is an open invitation that he's amenable to contact, to being drawn closer. It's a start towards fixing whatever mess this was.]
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He reaches out and draws Gilgamesh to him, cuddling the golden king against his chest as much as he can with one arm.]
Let me warm you. Let me be your heat when everything else is frozen around you.
[People may think he is foolish. Deep down, he knows he is, but Diarmuid can't help but be the way he is. Others mean more than he does, not because he values himself so little, but because he values others so much. They all have so much potential, so much they can do. This is especially true for those who have fallen from their high points. It just means there is a great amount they can do on the way back...]
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But it had been a good fight, hadn't it? It had been fun. Somehow time spent with Diarmuid always is. And that softens him a little.]
When we get back, I'm going to punish you. You'll regret embarrassing me. I won't allow it.
[Once it's again all bluster, all faux frustration. He sags onto Diarmuid's shoulder—so strong, so muscular, he's too handsome to bear at times—draws both arms around him and makes it all too apparent just how much he enjoys being held.]
And don't talk about dying again. I won't allow that, either. There's too much left for us to do.
[For us. It is the highest form of acceptance and the highest honor for a lowly knight. Gilgamesh embraces their fates together.]
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I am in no hurry to see our journey end either. I want to travel with you as long as possible. I feel...at home with you.
[Much like with Alyosha, he has purpose when he is with Gilgamesh. He has goals. Yes, there are other things Diarmuid needs to do and work for, but somehow this is more personal. This is closer to his heart. This he has chosen and he will not regret the choice no matter how much difficulty it leads him to.]
Tell me now. How will you punish me? I wish to know...
[Mischief twinkles in Diarmuid's eyes. This 'warning' doesn't worry Diarmuid too much. He knows that if he had not given his all and lost in a way that Gilgamesh didn't approve of, he would be punished as well.]
Or would you rather it be a surprise?
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Yes, there's purpose in their companionship. It won't replace what he's lost but it fills some other void, just a little. The pain from the bite fades. His heart calms. Diarmuid succeeds, as always, in providing that stability he so relies upon to stay functional.]
Idiot.
[No answer for now, so a surprise it shall be. Gilgamesh reaches up to a few dangling strands of hair, running fingers through and skirting his cheek with his thumb.]
It's getting longer... you should braid it, like mine. As a symbol of your devotion to me.
[Despite his grousing, Gilgamesh doesn't much care who sees, either. He's nudging their faces together like a pet eager for attention.]
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Diarmuid returns the nudges with some of his own, a kiss finding its way to the top of the golden king's nose.]
I've thought of braiding it. Braiding a section of our hair or adding beads to a section is often done as a mark of honor or a sign of a battle well fought. I would very much like to have a braid to show my devotion to you.
[He sits back slightly, reaching back with his hand to sort out one of the longer sections of his hair. After that, he holds the section out in the palm of his hand.]
Will you braid it for me? It will mean a lot more that way.
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His hands are deft in weaving the strands together. He had to tame that wild garden Enkidu called hair, after all. This is simple in comparison.]
What a pointless request, all the way out here. I'm only showing you so you can do it yourself, alright?
[That's why he's reaching for Diarmuid's hand, settling it atop his own to learn the motions that way, by touch. But it's also an easy excuse to hold it.]
Do it a thousand times, and then I'll forgive you. Maybe.
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[Still, even though Diarmuid knows well how to braid, he doesn't fight when Gilgamesh takes his hand to 'show' him how to do it. It is a moment of closeness between them where neither has to say anything to show how they feel. The actions speak for themselves.]
I will practice until I can do it perfectly myself. Perhaps, I can practice on your hair? It has gotten so long an beautiful...
[Really, he just wants an excuse to play with Gilgamesh's hair, but he won't say that out loud. Said in that way, the request would likely be denied straight away, but perhaps like this...]
Though, if you would rather not, perhaps Merida will let me practice with her hair. Oh...speaking of her...
[Diarmuid leans forward to press a kill to the golden king's lips.]
Thank you, for helping her.
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Gilgamesh's hand falls away and his eyes drift.]
You were going to cry out.
[Really, he just doesn't want to hear those words from him again. He hasn't done anything worth thanking. He hasn't helped anyone here. All these chance meetings, all these odd adventures... they'd been mostly by accident, hadn't they? He's still convinced he'll wake up from them someday.
He'll wake up, and when he does, Diarmuid will be dead, he will have fallen into the Grail, and Saber will remain forever beyond his reach.
Fingers ghost across the spot where he's been kissed, and he goes on, quietly:]
It would've been such an ugly sound, with Ea tearing through you, and I didn't want to hear it. So I stopped. That was why.
[It would've ruined the image of his beautiful Lancer. To tarnish that beauty would be a terrible crime.]
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[Diarmuid almost says 'thank you' again, but stops himself. Saying it once has already brought the sadness back into the air--a sadness he did not expect or want. He doesn't want to make things worse. Understanding, that is better anyway. Again, the things they cannot or will not say hover around them communicating themselves in other ways. Like by touch, for example. Eager to bring a smile back to his beloved king's lips, Diarmuid reaches down for one of his hands and brings it to his lips, pressing a kiss against it.]
We are so near the hot springs that it will be a shame if we do not return. What do you say? Shall we end this day by basking in the warmth of the springs and the memories we have there?
[Maybe they can even make some new memories while they are there. It would be so much better than lingering in this sad place full of uneasiness.]
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It's slow and sultry and stubborn, as to be expected from the King of Heroes. It's desperate and needy and speaks to exactly what he wants—don't leave, don't let go, I don't want to die—and exactly what he doesn't want to reveal. That he was scared, just a little, just enough that he refused to acknowledge it.
It meant acknowledging a sort of madness even he wasn't ready to embrace.]
Okay. [He concedes. How could he ever not with this man?] But I don't feel like moving. Convince me.
[He likes kissing this man too much. It's a habit. Or an addiction.]
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It's not the same as suddenly and violently being dragged into death unexpected.
Still, Diarmuid does his best to understand. At least, until he is distracted from it completely by that kiss. The unspoken message comes across loud and clear. To show he understands what has been left unsaid, Diarmuid wraps himself around the golden king with lips, arm, aura, everything that he can to get across the message that he is here, he is not going anywhere, and that he is going to do his very best make sure Death stays as far away from Gilgamesh as possible. Fear is okay. Fear is understood. Fear is accepted.
It will be mentioned no more.]
Convince you, hmm...?
[Diarmuid pulls back just far enough to whisper the words against Gilgamesh's lips.]
I think I can do that...but I must ask first....
[He smiles then, letting his fangs show for a moment.]
Are you still okay with being bitten?
I guess we just can't help ourselves huh... cw: blood
And then he confesses quietly:]
It may be best if I forget for a while.
[There's nothing quite like forgetting through bloodletting. Permission extended and approval granted. He holds tighter to this man, this Servant, his Knight.]
It may be best if I see no one else but you in my vision, Diarmuid. At least for a while.
[He doesn't want to die. They have so much more left to do, so much more left to accomplish, to claw and to fight for. They must make this journey together.]
LOL! What can I say? It's the first thing that crossed Diarmuid's mind...
Let me be your refugee. Fall into me and forget. I will catch you when the time is right.
[Diarmuid presses a kiss to the top of Gilgamesh's head and then gently coaxes the golden king's head up. For a moment, he meets blood red eyes, before dropping his head to a spot on Gilgamesh's neck that isn't affected by the Black Shuck's bite. A soft kiss is pressed to the spot and then Diarmuid slides his fangs in so gently that there is no really way of knowing he has bitten until the bond of blood snaps to life between them.
The bond is...different than before now. If Diarmuid's self had been open during that first time at the hot springs, it is downright welcoming now. It calls for Gilgamesh. It beckons him.]
Come to me. It is safe here. Explore to your heart's desire...
[They are words Diarmuid repeats along the bond to make it perfectly clear he knows exactly what he is offering. Any secret Gilgamesh wants to find, he can find now. Any memory he wishes to view, is there for his viewing.
Explore.]
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Diarmuid offers him a great deal and there's a great deal of damage he could cause. He could pull out the image he doesn't know of yet, of himself swearing off the world and cursing Saber to an early grave. He could seek out his first death, betrayed and gored. He could show him Grainne and ask for more, more of that painful reminder of a wife he never even wanted.
Instead, Gilgamesh asks for just one thing.
Show me your happiest memory.
The one that filled him with joy. The one that made him wish for home. The one he wanted more than anything. Diarmuid has been kind to Gilgamesh, and finally, finally the lesson has been instilled in this stubborn Spirit—he repays that kindness in turn without an ounce of selfishness in his heart.
I want to see you smiling. I want to see you free.]
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A small boy runs happily down a bright and well-decorated hallway. His giggles make it clear that whatever reason he is being chased for, it is not a bad one. Instead, it is a game. In the doorway to a room, he pauses to look back over his shoulder and then ducks in. Once inside, he hops up and down a few times until he manages to pull a light blue cloak free from the table is has been left on. Boy and cloak then make their way to the bed on the far side of the room. It takes several more hops for the boy to pull himself up onto the bed, but eventually he makes it, pausing to peek at the door. When he sees no one there, the cloak goes over his head...
Then, suddenly, neither boy or cloak are visible on the bed. Where did they go? A soft giggle make sit clear the boy is still in the room, but he cannot be seen at all...
Not long after the boy vanishes, a tall blond man with long hair comes into the room. There is a knowing look on his face like he realizes exactly where a certain little boy might be, but instead of going right to where he is hiding, the man begins to search the room. Even when a muffled giggle sounds in the silence, he doesn't go straight to it. Eventually, though, his search leads him to the bed and he grins down at it...
...before suddenly reaching down and gathering the boy into his arms. The boy bursts out laughing and only starts laughing harder when the man starts spinning him around. As he is spun around, the boy cries out in an excited voice over and over:
"I'm flying! I'm flying!"
The memory fades out at that point, but right on its heels a second one starts...]
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