Am I beast or am I human? [closed]

[curruid_coinchenn]

Who: Berserker (Cú Chulainn Alter) and Waver Velvet
When: July-ish
Where: Diarmuid and Waver's apartment
What: Two people bonded to the same person meet
Warnings: none


Berserker is fast asleep on the couch, deciding to sleep there instead of with Diarmuid. When the Lancer fell asleep, he excused himself. Not that he wanted to be alone, but it was the easier path -- neither would wake each other that way. Normally, he's a very light sleeper unless he feels safe and safety for him is a luxury. He didn't even stir when the Lancer left the apartment to avoid what would be a very awkward situation.

There's a moment when he hears something in his sleep and starts to stir. Half-asleep and half-dressed, the groggy dragon lifts his head at the noise.

"...Are you up, Diarmuid?" he asks, not even sure if he heard a person. Safety is the only reason he isn't immediately hostile.

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[ua_duibhne]

My knight. It's fantastical indulgence to the extreme but hearing him say that again strips away whatever tension remained in his body after the unexpected relief of his agreeing to stay. It wasn't necessary. Nothing that Berserker just did was necessary- on the contrary, he was only making things harder for himself and giving a glimpse of something vulnerable to a near stranger by staying- and yet he did it anyway. For him. He did it for him. Deep as the trust between them runs, Diarmuid's still quietly amazed by the realisation that he's making an effort for his sake. That he's worth that much to him.

But to call attention to it would embarrass them both. Instead, he clasps his hand and, amber eyes wide with gratitude (and no small amount of affection), half whispers, half mouths a simple: thank you.

China clinks. Cups. Saucers. Hot drinks ready to be made. It's the sound of domesticity that, thankfully, drags him out of his daydream and stops the moment from becoming any more sentimental than he's entirely comfortable with. Diarmuid gives his hand one last squeeze and turns back to Waver. The other third of this increasingly bizarre triangle.

"Coffee- and there's no need to call me that when it's just the three of us, Waver." He gives him a small, gentle smile. "Diarmuid is fine if you prefer it."

[curruid_coinchenn]

Berserker smiles faintly at the thanks before letting apathy settle back over him. With that settled, the urge to run away lessened to a quiet nagging in the back of his mind. That he could ignore -- it's no longer screaming at him. The tension in his body relaxes and he looks the same as before: completely disinterested in the world around him.

He does take a moment to button up his shirt out of courtesy. Being considerate if not something that comes naturally to him, though he'd try to make at least a token effort for the moment. It would take more yelling and scolding for him to not walk around half-dressed on a regular basis.

"Maybe this time you'll finish making it," he says to Waver, a gentle jab. It's a joke at his expense, the only type he knows how to make.

[tryhard]

Mostly, it's just been habit to call him Lancer. It feels weirdly intimate calling a Servant by name, in a way... but there's no need for their classes here, and if Diarmuid wants to be called by his name, Waver can oblige. They're... friends, right?

"Okay. Diarmuid." It feels odd, but not bad. Waver smiles back tentatively.

Berserker's little joke quickly makes the beginnings of that smile slide away though. Waver's lips purse, and he shoots the larger man a flat glare.

"Maybe this time you'll let me."