【ＶＡＬＯＵＲ】(ʜɪᴀᴛᴜs).

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grishildr :

            “Battle is but another facet for one who is crowned Queen.” To fight for one’s honour, for one’s country–all of it was second nature. She had, on many occasions, been at the forefront of the battlefield, prepared to die for what she believed in. Prepared to sacrifice everything she was so that her cause would not be in vain. Surely the Goddesses gazed down upon their creations from the heavens, looking down at the world they created out of a chaotic darkness that would have continued to be until order took its rightful place.

            The grip she had on the hilt of her sword loosed a bit, but she would not sheathe in lest the battle was deemed not over. “Your weapon of choice is rather formidable and unlike anything I have ever seen used in close combat. Were you always a lone warrior, or were you once part of a greater force?”

            She was intrigued, perhaps too much so, but that did little to quell her curiosity as she sought a means to learn more of his spear and the technique he used to eradicate the one he had sparred against. Approaching so that the distance between them was not as great, though comfortable enough that she could feel at ease, Zelda deemed herself safe enough that she need not to keep her sword brandished. “I would have your name, soldier.”

    He understands the weight that comes with that title, although perhaps he cannot truly understand. He had been in a position of high authority certainly, but never to rule and he doesn’t think it’s something he would ever desire. He does not express surprise at the revelation, it’s not the first time he’s been in the presence of royalty. But perhaps it was more that something about her emitted that proud and noble aura great rulers possessed, thus he wasn’t so shocked to learn that she indeed was.

    “Gifts from a God you could say,” and a Gods power they did possess. Yet the God in question had been a father to him, though they did not share blood his protection had been unwavering. “Spears are more versatile than most realise, regardless your praise honours me,” as such weapons should only be used by one who understood them, who could wield them with such precision and care. “My heart rests with my comrades, fighting alone dulls my blade somewhat,” slight is the smile that follows as his true spirit shone when among the company of his fellow warriors.

    He eyes her carefully as she moves, yet remains where he stands. “Lancer,” he gives and though he loathes using that moniker, it was necessary. “And you, a queen...do you fight alone?” Impressive was her blade and surely she could wield it with skill, but a ruler who fought with none at her side? Unusual. “And is it queen I should call you? Or perhaps majesty?” There is some jest in his tone but he is respectful above all.  

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poses in here. m'minionknighto.

    M’Minionking. ∠( ᐛ 」∠)＿

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ooc; I’m sort of in the process of deciding what to do with this muse, and will likely be going canon divergent, at least where parts of his personality are concerned. My blog has taken major influence from his origin since I started it, but I feel with things recently and how tired I am of how people view Diarmuid as nothing more than a knight stereotype, that this is something I want to do to reflect him much more closely to his myth counterpart as opposed to his anime/novel one. I’ll probably make a bigger note on my blog about it at some point, but for now it’s just something to keep in mind. ( •̀ᄇ• ́)ﻭ✧

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Diarmuid Ua Duibhne, first spear of the Knights of Fianna || Requested by arcus-rev & anonymous

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@aurcrean

    The bounded field present was not set by a magus of low caliber, so the fact that another noticed it and entered it was a sign they too were first-rate. That or lady luck had blessed them. Cautious is his approach, though no less confident, he was not the brash sort. His spears are presently hidden, although he loathes having to hide them, his master suggested it as a precaution. He understands why, yet it still perturbed him. He materialises a ways off from where the interruption was felt, and lo and behold there was someone who didn’t belong.

    “Out for a stroll are you?” Moonlight catching his frame as he moves from position. He could have remained hidden and struck unnoticed, but it simply wasn’t in his nature to act so cowardly. Not to mention this individual was clearly a master, and their servant could be cloaked and in close proximity. Bold in his decision to be known, yet it is not without thought. “Perhaps I should commend your abilities upon finding this place...but this is as far as you will go,” the jest in his tone prior was gone, a sternness taking it’s place.

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galaxychord : 

✩🌙 ✩┊ MOON COSMIC POWER┊ —

     GENUINE CONCERN was etched upon her face.  She glanced at him with her brows drawn together and lips pinched together in a tight frown. Serenity closed the distance between them and reached out to grasp his hand, tilting his arm so she could get a good view of the wound. Despite his dismissal of the injury, she couldn’t help but feel guilty. After all it was – indirectly as it may be – her fault that he had been hurt. Palatine blue eyes shifted from him to the ground as she felt shame flutter in her core. She bit the inside of her cheek and took a deep breath.

      ❝ Please forgive me, ❞ she apologized, her tone soft and sincere. The lunar princess stroked his wrist with her thumb, an attempt to soothe him as much as herself. She truly hadn’t meant any harm. True she was aware leaving the palace without notice or escort was dangerous, but she had been willing to chance her luck. Slowly she lifted her head and met his gaze, her large blue eyes searching his own depths. ❝ You’re always getting hurt because of my carelessness.  I just… I needed to get away from the court. It’s been so tiring with all of the visiting monarchs and constant meetings my mother has wanted me to make an appearance for. Why, I’ve barely had a moment to myself for nearly a month now. I know it’s dangerous to leave on my own and my reasons are not childish. I’m truly sorry, my dear friend. ❞ 

      Serenity paused for a moment before shifting closer to him. She tightened her grip on his wrist slightly and brought her free hand up over the wound, palm hovering just above the affected area. Lightly colored pink lips parted, inhaling and exhaling evenly as she concentrated. Her eyes widened as she focused, appearing almost possessed as slivers of silver light wove around her outstretched hand. Light and power flowed from her palm towards his arm, the magic slowly stopping the blood flow and repairing the damaged tissue. Once the deed was done, she released him and stepped back, feeling a tad sheepish. She folded her hands together and waited for the inevitable scolding that she was sure the knight would provide.

    He would be a liar if he said it didn’t hurt at all, but it was trivial in the grand scheme of things, and he was made to withstand greater hurts than this. Still, he does appreciate her concern and could hardly dismiss such a sincere example of her compassion. And searching through eyes as brilliant as the sun itself, she would not find even a glimmer of animosity. How could he? Particularly after she bestows her power unto him, witnessing his skin knit itself back together to leave nothing but the faintest mark.

    He inspects his hand before arms fold across his chest, as if he were about to lecture her on her somewhat rash behaviour. However, a scolding isn’t what follows, it wasn’t his place to make judgements and in truth he can sympathise with her plight. “It’s my responsibility to make sure you don’t get hurt, if I do in the process it’s an acceptable loss,” harsh perhaps but it was the truth. “And I can’t begin to comprehend the full extent of your burdens,” to be a ruler was sometimes beyond the understanding of those not in that position. 

    “Whatever your reasons...I trust you knew what you were doing, but next time inform me when the urge to be truant hits you.” His tone hints at some playfulness as his posture relaxes once more. “My thanks for this,” raising his healed hand momentarily, genuine in his gratitude. “Now shall we head back? Or are we to pretend the princess is absent a while longer?”  

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ooc; I am weak and purchased Assassin’s Creed: Syndicate r.i.p my spare time. No honestly I will get to things I just might be a tad bit distracted. :’)

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@grishildr

    Crimson spear, legendary in his time, rests comfortably across his shoulder and his whole posture radiates composure, as if the previous confrontation hadn’t even happened. Certainly confidence played it’s part in his calm demeanour, but perhaps he’s simply used to it. Golden eyes then gaze carefully at the only individual remaining after the altercation. A disquiet fills the air so he speaks in an attempt to dispel it.

    “You appear undaunted,” perchance she too was used to such conflict, that or she wore a mask well to hide any uncertainty or dread she may have felt having witnessed battle between two spirits. “Perhaps all this is not so new to you?” A subtle tilt of his head, a little curious to know if his hunch was correct.   

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headatist :

Benefit? This joker is making him laugh. He could poison the two of them without moving an inch, what was he thinking? Not that he could blame this dude for not knowing, he has yet to reveal his abilities after all. Then again, he figured now wasn’t exactly the best time for that. He wouldn’t kill this one if his Master was not around. He’d like to see how humiliated said Master would look after in seeing his own Servant fall.

But he kept himself quiet as to not spill any beans. The man could be bluffing in the first place. There’s a possibility that his Master was just around, like his own could be in the dark awaiting an approach. “Fight, you say? Are we even in a War right now…. Lancer?”

    “Is that not why we exist in this era?” To fight in a war, whether they wanted to or not. Though it seemed they’d silently agreed upon a cease fire, he knew nothing of this servant and it would be foolish to let his guard down so easily.

    “And you...I assume you’ve strayed from your master for a reason, or perhaps you haven’t wandered at all.” As much as he could be bluffing, so could this spirit, and this accidental encounter could be far from unintended. However, despite the uncertain circumstances he remains composed yet alert to even the smallest sign of danger. If there was one thing he’d mastered, save for his mastery over several weapons, was his uncanny ability to discern if fight or flight was the right choice. One didn’t evade capture for sixteen years and not learn a few things.

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@galaxychord

    “You needn’t concern yourself with such a trivial matter,” palm extended to her whereupon a lengthy gash was carved into his skin. Lithe fingers encompass his injured hand, inspecting the severity of the wound. He thinks it unnecessary, a few scars were nothing if it meant safeguarding that which he was duty bound to protect. However, it was not all out of duty, and he was bound because he wished it. Certainly he understood his value, but other matters took precedence over a mere injury. “I hardly feel a thing, see?” Flexing his fingers to convince her that the pain was minimal, assuring in his gaze and any signs of discomfort were masked beneath it.  

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ooc; Like for a short starter.

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♔ ONE SWORD & A WORLD OF TROUBLES.

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headatist :

@ridires

“A Servant?” It doesn’t take a freaking genius to know that he’s within the presence of a fellow war slave. Whatever it is that permitted them to cross paths must have no idea how awful of an idea that was. Well, whatever class was this unidentified man under was beyond his interest. He wasn’t worried about the unknown identity either. If anything, he’s more than certain there was no hostility in the air.

“So what now? Where’s your Master, big guy?”

    Certainly he had no intention of attacking rashly, if at all unless the situation called for it. As servants in this unholy war it was natural that they should engage in combat, yet they were more than mere beasts. If the other showed no signs of hostility then either would he, and clearly the man clad in emerald was nonchalant about the whole thing. Still, part of him remains wary.

    “Elsewhere, and perhaps that is to your benefit,” if Kayneth were present then surely he’d demand bloodshed. “He would take a more hostile approach than I,” though not without aggression, he was certainly less so than his Master personality wise. “It is inevitable that we should fight...yet you hardly seem enthused to do so,” a raise of his brow follows.   

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Talk about Fionn, yo~

ooc; In regards to his relationship with Diarmuid it’s pretty interesting, but also I think people get the wrong impression of Fionn when they only vaguely know about the events of the Pursuit. Fionn wasn’t always as he’s portrayed in the Pursuit, he’s considered a great hero and is a very knowledgable and talented individual. The Pursuit is intriguing because it’s one of the very few accounts that show him in a negative light, it shows his decline from this heroic person into a bitter old man. Which I personally like, heroes aren’t always perfect or can’t always remain that way, things happen that change them for better or worse. 

Diarmuid is Fionn’s sworn lieutenant and there was certainly a mutual respect between them, as Diarmuid saved his life prior and was ranked so highly among Fionn’s band of warriors. However that’s precisely why I don’t think he ever took on a submissive role, something which fate fans believe is a core aspect of his character. Diarmuid respected him yes, but he wasn’t just some lapdog who did anything Fionn told him to without question. A lot of his adventures people forget about, Diarmuid goes off to do his own thing, and in one instance ends up saving Fionn and the Fianna. He is greatly committed to the Fianna as a whole, not just their leader. The whole thing with Kayneth was his misguided attempt at regaining something he thought he lost/failed to do in life, but it’s not who he really is.

When he’s forced to betray Fionn it first seems like Fionn is mostly hurt by the fact that Diarmuid has betrayed him, not that he lost his would be wife to someone else. Which of course is warranted, his most trusted warrior has seemingly deceived him. He claims it’s honour based, that Diarmuid broke his trust and so on. However it eventually becomes apparent that it’s tinged with jealously, so much so that he almost takes delight in seeing Diarmuid in pain and on the brink of death. All throughout the Pursuit Fionn slowly begins to lose the trust of his warriors, even his own son and grandson, and slowly tears apart the Fianna all because of his jealously. Several times Diarmuid explains what happened but it falls on deaf ears. If Fionn were still in his prime there’s a good chance he might’ve ceased his chase and understood, but he’s become so resentful and envious that he can’t see beyond the loss of Gráinne.

After they’re pardoned and allowed back, Gráinne urges Diarmuid to make amends. But he’s actually pretty resistant in doing so and he certainly doesn’t rush at the opportunity, and basically says ‘wtf why would I wanna do that after everything that happened?’ He likely feels betrayed himself that his leader and this man he respected and served so diligently for so long wouldn’t believe him. Though things do seem settled between them eventually, because at his core Diarmuid is a compassionate person, and he perhaps comes to believe that Fionn’s grudge has subsided, but that’s hardly the case. Like most of Diarmuid’s relationships it’s not as simple as it seems on the surface, Fionn certainly came to hold much disdain for Diarmuid but in some versions he comes to realise his folly. Unfortunately it’s too late and he’s already dead but it at least shows he was still capable of understanding his actions and what he had done to the point of showing great sorrow at his misdeed. I feel he pays the price for this when the Fianna are ultimately defeated and where he himself is apparently slain, at that point they were almost a shadow of what they used to be, and perhaps that was in due part to Fionn’s own personal decline.   

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winkchain :

          ❝ Well – you’re not ENTIRELY wrong. ❞

      Regal status was something that she held, but not something she FOCUSED on. She may be Princess Minako of Venus, but first and foremost she was SAILOR VENUS, a guard of the Silver Millennium throne. She tossed golden strands over her shoulder and outstretched her arm.

                     ❝ I am Sailor Venus, leader of the Sailor SENSHI.                         To go any further you’ll have to GAIN my approval. ❞ 

   Certainly an unusual name, but perhaps that was granted for he was not of this world. Arms cross over his chest at her bold exclamation, well she had garnered his interest to say the least. “Perhaps I should consider myself honoured then,” clearly she was an important individual. “I merely go by Lancer,” keeping his true name hidden as was required of him despite his disdain in doing so.

    “And how would one go about gaining such a thing?” Smile slanted in a curious manner.