alright, i should have seen this coming from miles away but anyways, I am moving din back to my multi over on @soulgathered .
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alright, i should have seen this coming from miles away but anyways, I am moving din back to my multi over on @soulgathered .
“...I want to wear a bunny suit too.” the stockings and corsets look especially nice.
why do i feel like din is the person who gets ppl out of being charged with murder? & he does that by just. talking endlessly to any king / royal / whoever is judging until they just groan & send them away because din is that much of a headache.
xdramaturgy:
He felt the Dindan’s hands in his and all he could do was intertwine his fingers with his. Mordred was relieved to know that he could voice his thoughts but would he want to? He didn’t want to bother him with his troubles. So all he did was let himself lean on him as it was obvious that he was holding up his wall once more.
he sighs, raising a hand to gently brush back mordred’s hair. the gesture that usually had dinadan all flustered and embarrassed. “you can trust me. no mattr what you are thinking about, or what troubles you. I won’t think less of you. I won’t stop loving you” how could he. he had never thought, or even allowed himself to believe, that he could find someone who would love him... but mordred did. “or... how about a game? I tell you a secret, then you tell me one. we start small and at some point.. maybe it will be easier for you to talk.”
xdramaturgy:
For a moment, Mordred looked up in surprise as he said that. Was he really that distant to him recently? There was much going on in his mind that he wasn’t sure how to deal with it but he did realize he somehow kept his distance. It was his fault and he wasn’t sure how to voice it. “I still care about you…” His voice was quiet as if he couldn’t say it out loud.
...that’s at least nice to hear. he sighs and carefully extends his hand to take mordred’s “then talk to me. something is bothering you.” he thought mordred knew that he could share his thoughts with him, that dinadan would always be there for him to listen. “I want to help you”
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His shadow buddy. It’s not that Berserker’s subtle, but he also wasn’t visible, someone shouldn’t have noticed him. “You…?” Kariya scans over Dinadan, startled and suspicious, before seeing absolutely nothing in his face to be suspicious over. Just because he can feel Berserker… well, it’s not like Berserker is particularly subtle. “Yeah. Him.” Kariya looks back down.
It’s fine, Berserker isn’t the sort to hurt someone directly if they aren’t in a fight. “Dinadan. You’re named after a knight, huh.” But he’s not a Servant, that much is evident. He nudges Berserker mentally, and gets the equivalent of a shrug in response and some curiosity. Well, ‘looks familiar?’ doesn’t clarify anything, and Dinadan was definitely a dead knight, not an immortal one. Maybe Berserker will have input once he’s got energy to think again.
“An ambulance couldn’t help me,” Kariya says, bitter. Or, it might be able to help him, but the idea of revealing the crest worms swarming him to some non-mage medic would definitely get him killed. (Years of training remains indelible, the drilling ever since childhood that if he lets anyone know what happens inside the Matou mansion, something horrible will happen and he’ll almost certainly die hated.)
He sighs, leans forward. Shit he hurts. Fire will do that to a guy, apparently. Fucking Tokiomi… alright, never mind that. “Name’s Kariya. Don’t worry, I’ll leave. Once I can stand, just… shouldn’t be long. I’m durable.” Worst comes to worst, he can make Berserker carry him back to the mansion if this place isn’t near a leyline.
he patiently waits for the other’s assessment, seeing the startled expression when he mentioned the stranger’s friend. “don’t worry about me sensing him. I’ve always been able to see or feel beings like that. they seem to like my music.” at some point when one is constantly visited by shades and little lights darting around the room, one grows quite accustomed to it. he had at least somewhat learned to trust his feelings with which one were dangerous and which weren’t.
though when trying to figure out the shadow that is currently present... they seem to have much more complex emotions than the others he had encountered.
“heh. you actually know that knight? not many do, my parents completely failed in picking one of the cool knights! instead they went with the idiot who got stabbed over a joke.” he feels one of the dogs gently poking him with their snout and he grins “it’s why I named the pack here after the other ones. gawain is the labrador you already met. there’s a one legged poodle, that’s bedivere - if you see a cat, that’s mordred - the german shepherd is kay and this fellow here” he lifts a black sptiz up “that’s sir lancelot. I think the sir is important, he won’t come otherwise.”
dinadan nods when kariya says that an ambulance won’t be able to help. there’s nothing more to it then, right? even if dinadan is sure an actual doctor would be better equipped to handle this. still, he won’t press the matter. “alright, I’ll respect that”
“but I won’t accept you leaving just because you can stand, if you try to, I’ll have the whole pack lay on top of you. you can rest here until you are properly back on your feet. I told you already, I can sense those that are similar to your friend, no need to hide that.”
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a small noise of questioning that quickly turns to a loud yelp as movement switches from a tug at his collar to ice falling down his back. “–!!” cold! hello! this is cold–! and because he’s salieri and a pile of fire pretending to have human form, the snow proceeds to melt much quicker than it would even on a normal human.
great, now he’s got a bunch of icewater falling down his shirt. he doesn’t even notice what dinadan told him, he’s busy attempting to adjust to this nonsense. “what was that for?!”
he grins from ear to ear as he watches salieri struggle with the - now melted - snow running down his back. seeing the avenger with those flushed cheeks, dinadan decides that the prank had been absolutely worth it.
“easy, I wanted to see that cute flustered face of yours” the knight replies before taking salieri’s hand and kissing his knuckles “will you forgive this foolish knight?” not that he is really sorry...
iterare:
“Your special rights are that only Arthur and I can ground you, congratulations.”
“at least give me the rights to ground arthur! I am doing my best to be strict with him” is he talking about their king or a kid? who knows!
iterare:
“Cute, but no. However I can ground you.”
“no you cannot ! I get special rights for being a good knight that causes no problems”
iterare:
Joke’s on Dinadan, stealing Arturia changes nothing for him. He’s both of their big brother already.
“...do I get the rights to be the big brother tho? can I ground you?”
“I’ll be taking arturia then and be her new big brother, sorry but she is too cute. I am sure sir kay won’t mind!”
@burdensword asked : trying to get close to dinadan, she tugged on his attire to signal a hug. she's still uncertain if he would enjoy a hug from the likes of her.
“what is with that uncertain expression, my king. you should know the answer by now” dinadan of course hugs her - a tight hug and due to his height he scoops her up, laughing while doing so “oh you are the perfect hug size! I always knew that but it’s nice to confirm it too”
“my king, you accepted me as a knight despite me being anything but that. I was ready to leave camelot, to make my way as a bard or something else but your vision of a future for britain... I wanted to see it. and you allowed me to be part of it.” he is still hugging her, obviously quite happy that he finally got to hug arturia.
“...thank you. for letting me be part of it.”
“....the hugs seem nice” he’d like to hug his king too, no matter the form said king has!
“If you talk badly about yourself just be prepared that I will beat you up - with love, care and hugs!... or music, funny stories and poetry if that is more your thing.”
xdramaturgy:
And with that, he’s laughing. “Are you afraid that I’ll hurt you?”
“...I’ll refrain from answering that. I’d much rather enjoy seeing your cute laugh”
xdramaturgy:
“And that’s why I’ll avoid it.”
“but you’ll aim for the rest of my body?! sir mordred if you want hugs from this body you should leave it in tact!”
iterare:
“Have you considered that’s the reason why you’re supposed to wear a helmet? And keep your visor down?”
“but then nobody can see my cute face! besides, when do I ever get into fights?”