#daingniu

[avallcnis]

@daingniu replied to your post “you twirl your staff like a lancer cmon lets spar :^(”

"So am I sometimes! What's a little spar between guys, eh?"

“I can think of more interesting things two ‘guys’ can do together.”

[beannaiithe]

// @daingniu replied : WHY DIDNT YOU TELL ME

“I don’t need a man’s permission to adopt magical children that appear from thin air in front of me and give me cryptic answers !”

[avallcnis]

“You’re the ‘it’. And you smell horrid.”

@daingniu

[niledrowned-a]

“Ah, the puppy dog face. Check mate, huh?”

                                        soft sentences ( ACCEPTING ) // @daingniu .

        “how insolent of you ! I do not have a puppy face — to say that about a might… mighty pharaoh ! and coming from a man who is known to have dog like attributes, I have to ask are you trying to insult me?!” did she flatten her ears a little when she had asked for that last plate of dessert? perhaps !… but it was her favorite.

[geased]

Stories intertwine and overlap with the passage of time, and with the unique situations that being a servant entailed it was simply part of it all. Approaching younger spearman head cants curiously, observing with interest, crimson glancing golden. Funny was it that the child of the sun god did not don such color. Perhaps it spoke to another facet of him. “Impressive,” he speaks with mirth, “Your technique is well practiced. It’s got me fascinated, really.”

Child of Sun and child of Death were so very different and yet all at once terribly similar-- dispositions were, of course, far removed regardless. When one grew up on stories of the Hound of Ulster though, when one was inspired by them... well, were those similarities not to be expected?

Sometimes however legends outlived reality, bending truth and fiction into one to create something really quite different. This begged the question then of what sort of man the one interrupting him truly was, for to be true Diarmuid knew not at all.

“From you that means a great deal.” There were none who could give a compliment quite so weighted, for if there were any he might hope to impress with his lance-work it would be he. “Though give meMoralltach rather than Gáe Buidhe and you’d find it more so.” For Diarmuid was neither master of sword or lance, he was a master of both in perfect unison.

[geased]

i brought helium balloons

“I told you the car’s not built for helium balloons!”

[avallcnis]

you twirl your staff like a lancer cmon lets spar :^(

“I’m merely a lowly Caster! And not even a good one by all accounts-- take pity on me, hm?”