[closed] august catch-all!

[ua_duibhne]

Who: Diarmuid & Zelda, Diarmuid & Berserker
When: Throughout August.
Where: Around the city
What: Reluctant modelling during Lúnasa, failing to drink unexpected emotions away, and other good shit.
Warnings: N/A!

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[ua_duibhne]

[For a few moments, all Diarmuid does is stare at the bottle in his hand, unsure whether to be ashamed at himself for such a display or relieved by how well Berserker takes it. There's so much he wants to say but try as he might to pin down the words, they slip away at the like second like silvery fish disappearing into the depths of a lake at the sight of a shadow. The anxiety, though, has faded enough for him to act on at least one desire.

Quietly, then, the Lancer steps forward and wraps his arms around him, anchoring himself to him once more in a firm embrace. This time, it isn't their Bond he takes comfort in. Everything from the warmth of his skin to the drumming of his pulse and the rise and fall of his shoulders with each breath and even his scent is soothing.

A final, gentle kiss- so dangerously close to loving, but he'll let himself have that much- and he moves away.]

Drink more, hm? Sound advice if I've ever heard it.

[Bottoms up. The man can hold his booze, that much is obvious.]