Who: Enkidu & Diarmuid - Enkidu & Edelgard When: The beginning of the month Where: The Wilde What: Showing the treehouse & doing a quest Warnings: none yet
Asura built most of it. Together with another man called Nier. And I helped.
[Asura is gone as well and they keep his goodbye letter close to them. Perhaps, when they feel better they will read it again and indulge themselves by remembering all those good moments.]
It has been given to me now. I want you to know of it. [They crouch down and check if the rune spells Asura put up are still intact. They are.] We built it as a refuge for those who want to be away from the city but feel safe nonetheless. I know Cu once slept in a cave after the Rathmore incident.
[Enkidu starts to climb the small ladder that leads up to the first floor.]
It isn't warm inside now but I can make a fire. And I have brought some food with me. I am being a good host like this.
[Diarmuid nods as Enkidu speaks, smile faltering only when they mention Berserker's temporary disappearance and the horrors that preceeded it. Still, he's quick to recover it.]
Ah, like a sanctuary...
[It has the calming atmosphere of one, from the earthy smell of mulch and wood to the gentle hum of magic from the runes at the base of the tree.]
I would rest better knowing that Cú had somewhere safe to go should he choose to leave Aefenglom again. [Though Enkidu can't see Diarmuid, he'll hear the smile in his voice.] You've been an excellent host so far, yes.
[The first thing they do when they reach the first floor is check the wood a little, afraid that it might come apart at some point. They have repaired some things by themselves but Enkidu is in no way a handyclayman.]
I think we all need to have such a place, the city is a suffocating place made of concrete and rock. [That, and Enkidu prefers this place much more than their apartment in the city. Everything reminds them of Gil and they have found themselves in a bad state because of it lately.] And there are multiple beds and there is the possibility to bathe. [Enkidu moves a bit sluggish and it's obvious that they're tired.] If you want you can sit down. [They gesture at a wooden bench littered with pillows.] I will take care of the fireplace. Like a good host indeed.
[As strong a front as Enkidu is putting up, there's no missing the lethargy in their usually graceful movements or the weary hum of their voice. But it would be discourteous to call it out directly and so he opts for a softer method. Diarmuid is quick to put a hand on their shoulder to guide them towards the bench instead.]
No, please sit down. As a guest, it's only right that I do something for my host in turn.
[And, before they can argue, he heads over to the fireplace and begins to rearrange the wood and cinders within. A little kindling and a spell later, it flares to life with a corona of orange flames.]
There. Much better. [That done, he settles down beside the fire, one knee up against his chest.] Enkidu... be honest with me. How have you been doing since...?
[Enkidu blinks. As far as they know the host must take care of their guests. And even before they can turn this into a useless discussion of some sort Diarmuid is already busy with rearranging the wood before starting a small fire.]
It will take a while until it's warm here. The winters are rather harsh...the whiteness outside makes it almost as if I am looking through the windows of Chaldea's building.
[Finally Enkidu sits down as well, pulling up both of their knees while they start gazing into the fire.]
Hm... [They understand the question.] I am not well. [It is as simple as that.]
[Well, sort of. Not really. But Enkidu doesn't try and stop him so Diarmuid finishes up the job, occasionally stopping to prod at the burning wood with a poker.]
A winter in the middle of summer no less. [The mention of Chaldea catches his interest, though. He's heard of it in passing from its transient inhabitants several times now but he's still no closer to truly understanding what it was like or its purpose. Asking Berserker feels wrong: he's worked so hard to distance himself from that life that to bring it back up would be crass.] I still don't know much about Chaldea, truth be told.
[Diarmuid wants to ask more but there's a far more pressing issue at hand. A brief silence falls upon the room and then Diarmuid edges over to where Enkidu sits. Shoulder to shoulder, he shrugs off his cloak and drapes it across both of their shoulders for warmth- and no small amount of comfort.]
... I suspected as much. I'm sorry, it was insensitive to even ask.
If you wish to know, my Master has summoned you to Chaldea as well. We are both of the lancer class. [They hum softly.] While it is you who actually holds a lance.
[Then they fall silent again, gazing at the fire that slowly starts to catch on. How strange is it to have company while it feels like there's no company at all?]
You are free to ask and I am free to choose if I will answer or not. I have chosen to answer. There is no reason to regret a question. If you do not ask them frequently you might miss something. And it shows that I am not doing well.
[When they look at Diarmuid there is a strange, sad smile on their face.]
Ah...right before Gil and I went to the Coven to undergo these rites, he gave me this flower crown. I knew he went out of the way to gather all these flowers and took the time to weave them together. And from that moment on I started to cherish this foolish wish...that perhaps we could have what you have with Cu. Not two beings tied to one another by an old story, or heroic spirits hoping to share a short moment with one another, fighting for their Master. But...perhaps something more human...an existence as a couple. As partners, as friends, as lovers.
[A deep sigh escapes their mouth.]
I find myself so... [How to describe it.] ...I yearn for that. Such a sensation. That warmth, this...sense of belonging. A home. And every time this need wells up inside of my being I get reminded of the fact that it is gone. I need to...rewrite myself in a way I do not know how to.
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[Asura is gone as well and they keep his goodbye letter close to them. Perhaps, when they feel better they will read it again and indulge themselves by remembering all those good moments.]
It has been given to me now. I want you to know of it. [They crouch down and check if the rune spells Asura put up are still intact. They are.] We built it as a refuge for those who want to be away from the city but feel safe nonetheless. I know Cu once slept in a cave after the Rathmore incident.
[Enkidu starts to climb the small ladder that leads up to the first floor.]
It isn't warm inside now but I can make a fire. And I have brought some food with me. I am being a good host like this.
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Ah, like a sanctuary...
[It has the calming atmosphere of one, from the earthy smell of mulch and wood to the gentle hum of magic from the runes at the base of the tree.]
I would rest better knowing that Cú had somewhere safe to go should he choose to leave Aefenglom again. [Though Enkidu can't see Diarmuid, he'll hear the smile in his voice.] You've been an excellent host so far, yes.
late as heck
[Enkidu nods.]
That is a good word for it, Diarmuid.
[The first thing they do when they reach the first floor is check the wood a little, afraid that it might come apart at some point. They have repaired some things by themselves but Enkidu is in no way a handy
clayman.]I think we all need to have such a place, the city is a suffocating place made of concrete and rock. [That, and Enkidu prefers this place much more than their apartment in the city. Everything reminds them of Gil and they have found themselves in a bad state because of it lately.] And there are multiple beds and there is the possibility to bathe. [Enkidu moves a bit sluggish and it's obvious that they're tired.] If you want you can sit down. [They gesture at a wooden bench littered with pillows.] I will take care of the fireplace. Like a good host indeed.
ay nw take as long as you need!
No, please sit down. As a guest, it's only right that I do something for my host in turn.
[And, before they can argue, he heads over to the fireplace and begins to rearrange the wood and cinders within. A little kindling and a spell later, it flares to life with a corona of orange flames.]
There. Much better. [That done, he settles down beside the fire, one knee up against his chest.] Enkidu... be honest with me. How have you been doing since...?
thank u
[Enkidu blinks. As far as they know the host must take care of their guests. And even before they can turn this into a useless discussion of some sort Diarmuid is already busy with rearranging the wood before starting a small fire.]
It will take a while until it's warm here. The winters are rather harsh...the whiteness outside makes it almost as if I am looking through the windows of Chaldea's building.
[Finally Enkidu sits down as well, pulling up both of their knees while they start gazing into the fire.]
Hm... [They understand the question.] I am not well. [It is as simple as that.]
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A winter in the middle of summer no less. [The mention of Chaldea catches his interest, though. He's heard of it in passing from its transient inhabitants several times now but he's still no closer to truly understanding what it was like or its purpose. Asking Berserker feels wrong: he's worked so hard to distance himself from that life that to bring it back up would be crass.] I still don't know much about Chaldea, truth be told.
[Diarmuid wants to ask more but there's a far more pressing issue at hand. A brief silence falls upon the room and then Diarmuid edges over to where Enkidu sits. Shoulder to shoulder, he shrugs off his cloak and drapes it across both of their shoulders for warmth- and no small amount of comfort.]
... I suspected as much. I'm sorry, it was insensitive to even ask.
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[Then they fall silent again, gazing at the fire that slowly starts to catch on. How strange is it to have company while it feels like there's no company at all?]
You are free to ask and I am free to choose if I will answer or not. I have chosen to answer. There is no reason to regret a question. If you do not ask them frequently you might miss something. And it shows that I am not doing well.
[When they look at Diarmuid there is a strange, sad smile on their face.]
Ah...right before Gil and I went to the Coven to undergo these rites, he gave me this flower crown. I knew he went out of the way to gather all these flowers and took the time to weave them together. And from that moment on I started to cherish this foolish wish...that perhaps we could have what you have with Cu. Not two beings tied to one another by an old story, or heroic spirits hoping to share a short moment with one another, fighting for their Master. But...perhaps something more human...an existence as a couple. As partners, as friends, as lovers.
[A deep sigh escapes their mouth.]
I find myself so... [How to describe it.] ...I yearn for that. Such a sensation. That warmth, this...sense of belonging. A home. And every time this need wells up inside of my being I get reminded of the fact that it is gone. I need to...rewrite myself in a way I do not know how to.
[Is it good? Is it bad? They don't know.]