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There is a concept in my world known as 'Second Magic'. The details of it are not common knowledge, nor is it widely used or explored at all by more than one individual. What is known is its definition in the broadest sense: 'the operation of parallel worlds'.

In short, parallel worlds where I come from are confirmed fact. And while I am not a scholar of Second Magic itself, now I find myself seriously considering the subject. Personally, I don't believe things are predetermined...and yet now I find myself wondering. Even if we restore everything to the way it was, what is the probability any of us live in a timeline that will end well? Mathematically, the odds are astronomical.

I don't know what I hoped to accomplish by communicating this. Maybe I'm so fucking tired I'm just going to ramble incoherently about magical theory until I officially go insane. Of course, maybe I already have gone insane. I might not be able to tell anymore.

On the slim chance anyone decides to come looking for me, I'll be in the laboratory. Exhaustion or not, I have work that needs to be done.

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[Well...that is different and Diarmuid lets himself ponder it for a moment too long. As a result, he ends up on his way toward the floor again. He tries to pull Waver with him, but he has a feeling since he's tried this trick before, it's not going to work a second time.]

[Not quite so much, no. Diarmuid almost managed to get him off balance, but after the last time Waver figured out he needed to reestablish a solid footing before that happened. Having managed to knock the knight to the floor, Waver locked one arm behind him again in an attempt to pin him down with a smirk.]

Give up?

[Diarmuid squirms for a moment trying to get free, but since Waver has his good arm pinned and his other is not recovered enough from his wound to really get a good grip on the magus...

Well, it's not like he actually has issues with having to do something for Waver anyway...]

I give.

[And because he's a nice guy, Diarmuid doesn't even add, 'but only because you are so cute.']

...Wait, really?

[He let go and straightened up, honestly surprised. Diarmuid wasn't one to falsely surrender, but it was hard to believe he'd actually won even in a sparring match. Waver held out his hand again, trying to process that.]

Don't sound so surprised.

[Diarmuid laughs and takes Waver's hand.]

You got my good arm pinned. Wasn't that the plan? I should have been more careful.

Sure it was, but even so I didn't expect to win.

[Diarmuid grins.]

You underestimate yourself, what can I say? Do you know what you wish to ask for as your reward?

I was mostly joking when I said that. I don't really expect anything from you.

Oh no, you are not getting out of it.

[Diarmuid crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow at Waver.]

You have to ask for something. We had a deal.

Wh--I don't even have anything to ask for.

Mo Stór, come now. Don't let your creativity disappoint me.

[Diarmuid frowns slightly.]

There must be something. Make me stand on my head or cluck like a chicken or kiss you... Something.

[A shrug.]

Fine--kiss me, then.

[Diarmuid sighs at how easy that was, but isn't about to argue if that is what Waver really wants. He steps forward and reaches out to run a hand over Waver's hair before leaning forward to kiss...

...or not. Oops...looks like that kiss is going to have to be given with interest because Diarmuid just blinked out of existence and back to the void.

Stupid E-Ranked luck.]

Wh-...

Oh, god fucking damn it.

[One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand... All in all, it is about five minutes before Diarmuid returns. The first thing he does once he has is start cursing under his breath.]

I swear to whatever gods that are listening...

[Then he stops himself and just decides to finish what he started, leaning forward to kiss Waver.]

Welcome back.

[He was annoyed, but there wasn't much complaining would accomplish. It was better to just brush it off, so Waver simply put his arms around Diarmuid's shoulders and accepted what he'd (apparently) fairly won.]

[Diarmuid tightens his arms around Waver and just kisses him instead of commenting, perhaps a little more desperately than he had originally planned since blinking back to the void like that is unsettling even knowing that he's not the only one who's doing it. Once he finishes, he rests his head against the magus' shoulder.]

Can we not make a habit of this? Vanishing at moments like that, I mean. I completely approve of making a habit of kissing...

I would be quite pleased if we didn't, but I'm not optimistic.

[Frowning, he ran a hand through Diarmuid's hair.]

Still, I have some thin shred of hope this is merely temporary.

It has to be.

[Diarmuid tries to sound optimistic, but his voice just comes off as being tired instead because the exhaustion that is lingering after giving his energy to the Tower and being depowered from switching out his collar fluid.]

It has to be...

...it'll be alright, Diarmuid.

[Waver didn't sound entirely convinced, but he wasn't overly worried just yet.]

We went into this together. Whatever happens, it happens to both of us.

[Diarmuid is silent for a moment before nodding and slowly stepping away from Waver.]

I know. I'm sorry. I'm just very tired suddenly. I am afraid I will have to call our spar to an end for now.

It's alright--I'm worn out myself. Sorry, this was poorly timed on my part.

No, it was perfect.

[Diarmuid laughs softly.]

How often do you have a chance to fight me without my powers?

Shall we go back to your room now? Do you think you will be able to sleep some?

If you feel like staying with me, I'm sure I could.

Funny you mention that since I was going to ask you to stay with me while I rested, even if you couldn't. Call me selfish today. I just want you nearby...

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