freedom.

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                   grainne married a blue eyes player

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                         let them think you are weak and do what wolves and fire do best.

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        “I missed you.” It hasn’t really been all too long since they had seen each other last, but ever since meeting again at Chaldea every moment he spent apart seemed to stretch on for what felt like ages for him. So Diarmuid, too, will pepper Grainne’s face with kisses in return.

                     " i missed you as well, dear! "  the kisses make a small laugh fall from her lips, finally pressing her forehead against his once he was satisfied.  her hands reach up to gently cup his face, a thumb carefully tracing a circle on his cheek.  " i hope you haven't been getting into trouble when i'm not looking!  actually... no, you probably have been.  you are you, after all. "

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Leans on Grainne. Pay attention to him.

                     hmmmm, okay fine.  he will be showered in kisses!

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                he leans down and hugs her, laughing a little. “I love you too, mom.”

                     she'll happily hug him back.  " oh, you're so tall and handsome, just like your father! "

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soulgathered replied to your post

connla misses his mom too !

                     I LOVE MY SON!!!!

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we miss your girl too!

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             “   YOU  could  certainly  say  that  ,  rosebud  .  However  …  I  think  I’ve  been  found  out  …   “

                    " .... you didn't learn enough then.  your first mistake was telling someone. "

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             SHUDDERS  .

                     " i see you learned from the best! "

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are you todays date because youre a 10/10 (;

                     if i kiss you, will you promise to never say a pickup line like that again?

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                      i spiked the drinks at a party once--

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Ah, so she’s fighting back. Good, although, it takes every fiber of his being to keep his cheeks from burning at their closeness, at the brush of her lips against his own. Whatever this unspoken competition between them is, and despite his weakness for her, he’d sooner die than back down himself.

The grin on his face becomes a pout. “After everything, you would deny me the gratification of holding your hand? Oh Grainne, you are far more cruel than I thought.” He heaves a dramatic sigh, “To think you’d goad me into bedding you before I am able to hold your hand…”

                       " but, of course.  to sleep with someone is so normal, so casual...  how dare you call me cruel! "  her hands clasped together, protectively holding them up to her chest.  he really thought she could break her with such an adorable face.  no way!  " my hands are pure, untouched by a man...  i've never had someone suggest something so intimate. "

                        taking a deep, overly dramatic breath, she turns her head away.  " i-i guess... perhaps... you may hold my hand... "  slowly, she hand reached out, staying out for a moment before snapping back to her chest.  was she taking this too far?   probably, but it was just too fun!  " n-no... i take it back..!  i'm far too terrified to hold hands, my dear diarmuid... "

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oh emer understands those jokes “those spearfighter know how to wield those weapons…..”

                       " yes, they do!  they know very well if i do say so myself! "

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i think one of them is stuck in your thigh?

                        you're such a smart aleck-  and i love you.

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                        i want diarmuid to impale me with all three of his lances.

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What he counted as innocent? A good question, he guesses; at this point in his life, Diarmuid hesitated to call anything about himself innocent. Which should mean that he has an answer for Grainne, but when she leans closer to him he finds himself drawing nearer, too, and there’s a smile on his face (which, for someone who knows him so well, could serve as a warning that he’s about to say or do something ridiculous).

“You know what my guilty pleasure is?” He leans a bit closer to her, their foreheads nearly touching, and when he continues his voice is barely above a whisper, “Hand holding.”

                        the moment he smiled she knew he would be up to something.  so, as he leaned closer she stood her ground, letting him do so without backing down.  her gaze wanders to his lips for just a moment ( she was most definitely teasing him ).  

                            " oh?  is that so? "  she leaned in a bit more, the tips of her lips brushing against his before leaning back dramatically.  " well, that's much too lewd for me, diarmuid.  i am a lady after all.  how dare you suggest something as taboo as hand holding? "