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middaeg2019-07-11 02:00 pm
ua_duibhne) wrote in middaeg2019-07-11 02:00 pm
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[closed] I could be your welcome
Who: Diarmuid and Archer
When: Mid-July
Where: Archer's cottage
What: An Archer and a Lancer hang out only it's not the Lancer you're thinking of.
Warnings: N/A
[It's been two weeks now and yet the thick layer of snow blanketing the ground has yet to melt; on the contrary, there seems to be more on the way judging by the snowflakes beginning to fall all over again as Diarmuid makes his way up to the cottage where Caster and his elusive roommate have made their home. All this time and he's never visited... really, it's poor manners on his part but he aims to remedy that today.
And so, here he is. Wrapped up warmly with only the upper part of his face showing over his scarf, the Lancer's braved the blizzard to drop by with some books that he thought might be of interest to the other witch. Admittedly, it's just an excuse to catch up but he's sure he won't mind. Or, in the unlikely event that he does, Diarmuid's pretty sure that the teacake he's also brought with him will lighten the mood. God knows he needs it at the moment after screwing up so majestically with Berserker and Waver.
It's a surprise, then, when he's greeted not with a familiar, blue-haired mage but someone he doesn't recognise. White hair, tan skin- so, this must be Archer. What he knows of him is somewhat limited; he's the one who puts together Caster's lunches (which are, he's found out from stealing a sandwich or two, delicious). A Servant, he assumes, and one with a connection to him that's carried over into this world.]
Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. Is Caster home? [A pause- then he tugs down his scarf to give Archer a small smile. His loose curl is still caught in his collar.] We haven't been introduced yet, have we?
When: Mid-July
Where: Archer's cottage
What: An Archer and a Lancer hang out only it's not the Lancer you're thinking of.
Warnings: N/A
[It's been two weeks now and yet the thick layer of snow blanketing the ground has yet to melt; on the contrary, there seems to be more on the way judging by the snowflakes beginning to fall all over again as Diarmuid makes his way up to the cottage where Caster and his elusive roommate have made their home. All this time and he's never visited... really, it's poor manners on his part but he aims to remedy that today.
And so, here he is. Wrapped up warmly with only the upper part of his face showing over his scarf, the Lancer's braved the blizzard to drop by with some books that he thought might be of interest to the other witch. Admittedly, it's just an excuse to catch up but he's sure he won't mind. Or, in the unlikely event that he does, Diarmuid's pretty sure that the teacake he's also brought with him will lighten the mood. God knows he needs it at the moment after screwing up so majestically with Berserker and Waver.
It's a surprise, then, when he's greeted not with a familiar, blue-haired mage but someone he doesn't recognise. White hair, tan skin- so, this must be Archer. What he knows of him is somewhat limited; he's the one who puts together Caster's lunches (which are, he's found out from stealing a sandwich or two, delicious). A Servant, he assumes, and one with a connection to him that's carried over into this world.]
Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. Is Caster home? [A pause- then he tugs down his scarf to give Archer a small smile. His loose curl is still caught in his collar.] We haven't been introduced yet, have we?
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He's looking a bit different from before, though. There's a faint shine around the outer corners of his eyes, and he's wearing his hair down.
However Archer isn't the only one in the welcome gang. Several cats show behind Lancer, watching him warily. If the guest is allowed inside everything is fine. If not, he's theirs to handle]
Come in. [Archer invites, opening the door wider.] Caster should be back soon.
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