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[fionnuisce]

[Standing in front of the terminal, Waver looked like hell. More accurately, like he got the hell to a terminal within two minutes of sleep paralysis wearing off. His suit jacket forgotten, the usual sunglasses were hanging off a collared shirt as black as his disheveled, untied hair.]

[Let it never be said Waver Velvet was an unkempt mess; there were just much more important things to consider right now than his personal appearance.]

I have a question. Technically several, though all geared toward the same subject.

Has there yet been any evidence of limits to this place's resurrection capabilities? An upper limit on times one can return, for example?

And what of side effects: has there ever been any indication of lingering illness or other such afflictions?

You'll have to excuse me if these are stupid questions. I hadn't had time or reason to consider the implications of this until now.

Comments

[oathshackledbird]

And you mine.

[Diarmuid laughs gently.]

Please relax my friend. I am not suggesting, nor do I expect anything different. I just wanted to let you know. Besides, it's not like I have plans to throw you down on the bed and ravish you at the first opportunity.

[A wide smirk crosses his face, all previous shyness suddenly gone.

Waver may wish that shyness was back, in truth.]

For one thing, I am probably dreadfully out of practice...

[fionnuisce]

[Well, someone's certainly shy now. This time it's the bright red magus that is for once completely out of snappy comebacks.]

D-Diarmuid--!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid shifts to sit cross-legged on the bed and then rests his chin in his hand. The look he gives Waver is serious, but also amused.

Is this where I ask if you are a virgin and then give you the talk? It's all right, you can tell me.

[fionnuisce]

Oh my god we are not having this conversation.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid keeps giving Waver that same amused look almost if he is waiting for an answer, but finally his breaks into laughter.]

Are you really sure you want to deal with this for the rest of your life? I may have been more reserved than most of the Fianna, but that doesn't mean I can't be a sassy one when I want to be...

[fionnuisce]

[Facepalm.]

Either I can live with it or you'll give me a heart attack.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid gives him a pout, but the twinkle in his eyes shows that it's obviously fake.]

Is there really no middle ground? No way I can make you relax even just a little?

[fionnuisce]

I'm afraid not. You're simply going to end up driving me crazy.

[oathshackledbird]

Well, at least it won't be a horrid way to end up?

[His smirk changes to something a little more gentle.]

I mean...I can think of a lot worse ways to go. At least, I'm not too hard on the eyes. People tell me that on occasion anyway...

[fionnuisce]

Funny you mention that. I hear it quite a bit myself now and then.

[oathshackledbird]

Well, it's not like you are a bad looking man.

[Diarmuid gives him a close look, that smirk sliding back onto his face.]

You did grow up a lot, after all. It's only natural people would compliment you.

[fionnuisce]

W-well...

[He faltered for a second, that bright red color threatening to return.]

It's--I'd rather not hear it from a bunch of teenage girls, thank you very much!

[oathshackledbird]

So then...

[And there a twinkle returns to his eyes to join the smirk.]

...you would rather hear it from the boys?

[fionnuisce]

[FACEPALM.]

No, goddammit!

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid laughs for several moments before calming himself.]

I'm sorry. I'll stop. You just react so strongly. I can't help it sometimes.

Forgive me? And please, tell me if I go too far.

[He pauses to rub at the back of his neck.]

I do go too far sometimes. Despite how it looks, I am not so good at this kind of thing.

[fionnuisce]

[Waver sighed, taking his hand away from his face with an almost exasperated look.]

I'm not all that great at it either, but it's not as though I'm going to take anything personally.

[oathshackledbird]

[Diarmuid tilts his head at Waver, a silly smile on his face.]

Yes, you've developed a thick skin, haven't you? Everywhere but...

[He reaches out to flick Waver between the eyes like he did once before, but stops and only pats him there instead.]

..there right? It's your weak point.

[fionnuisce]

...hmph. You don't have to tease me so much, you know.

[Although he didn't sound like he minded all that much.]

[oathshackledbird]

Sorry, I guess I am just bleeding off some of the stress from everything that has been going on. I...don't show this side of myself to many people as you can probably guess.

[He bows his head, the fingers of one hand twisting in the blanket on the bed. While he seems embarrassed, he is still smiling.]

I have to be relaxed and feel safe to be this way. It...doesn't happen very often, though it is happening more often now that I've met you and my brother.

[fionnuisce]

...I'm flattered. Really, I mean that.

[Waver smiled sincerely, putting a hand on Diarmuid's shoulder.]

If it makes you feel better, I never talk about myself like this. There's no one else I'd trust with this kind of thing. [Beat.] ...No one else I trust at all, actually.

[oathshackledbird]

I am deeply honored by your trust, and I will do my best to never betray that trust. I just hope that the tower allows me to keep your secrets.

[He looks a little worried for a moment before pushing that emotion away.]

Though, we should make you a few more friends. It never hurts to have more than one person to watch your back in a place like this.

[Diarmuid suddenly grins again.]

Unless, you really do want to move into the room with me.

[fionnuisce]

...I wouldn't really complain if that happened, to tell you the truth.

[oathshackledbird]

I don't know if it could happen or not. I mean something links us to our rooms and beds as proven by how we will die if we don't sleep in our specific bed every so often.

[Diarmuid runs his hand over the top of the bed.]

Can we be moved once assigned to a spot? I don't know. I suppose the only way to find out would be if you put a request into the request box, but that holds it's own set of dangers. Requests are often purposely misinterpreted when they are answered at all. When I asked for my second sketchbook, I made sure the request was as simple and straightforward as I could make it. I was lucky and did get it, but that isn't always the case.

And there is the fact that asking to move into a room with a specific person will be like giving them a note that says "I have a weak spot and it is this person."

Still...I wouldn't mind having you closer to me.

[fionnuisce]

Honestly I might be willing to risk it if it meant we were a little closer. It's stupid and not exactly a safe choice to make, but...I don't know.

[oathshackledbird]

Just think about it, my friend. There is no hurry--no reason to make the decision before you are sure.

[He gives Waver a reassuring smile.]

I will leave the decision to you. If you wish to try it, just let me know when you make the request.