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eachdraidh2014-12-20 01:03 pm
oathshackledbird) wrote in eachdraidh2014-12-20 01:03 pm
[Accidental Video-Open to both courts] Peace and Quiet?!? (Backdated to the 15th)
[What first comes across the lockets is not video, but sound. It's the sound of someone small giggling. Two someones, actually. A moment after the audio starts, video does. The picture jumps around a bit before focusing on a dark-haired form sleeping on his side in bed. Those who know Diarmuid probably will be surprised to see him not only sleeping, but sleeping so soundly that whoever is messing with his locket--most likely a certain pair of mischievous fairies--doesn't wake him....
After the picture focuses on Diarmuid for a few moments, something under the blankets next to him begins to move. It starts at the foot of the bed and wiggles its way up the the head of it. Finally, it emerges out from under the blankets with enough force to throw the top back revealing a few things in the process. Number one is that Diarmuid apparently sleeps without a shirt. Number two is that said Seelie knight obviously was in a pretty big fight not long ago considering the bandages on his arms and around his chest. Number three? That would be what the wiggling thing itself is: a bear cub-sized ball of spotted grey fur and fangs. Said ball of fur starts sniffing aggressively at Diarmuid. So much so that it pushes him off his side and onto his back. Diarmuid wakes with a start and then a wince as his injuries are jolted. The ball of wiggling fur continues sniffing at him, eventually crawling up to sit on the man's chest.
Diarmuid winces again as the creature settles on top of him and then smiles sleepily, giving it a strange look.]
Well...what do we have here? Are you suppose to be my new hunting companion?
[His voice is soft, though that might be because he just woke up. However, it's hoarse too and just a little wheezy. It's obvious talking is still hard for him. Why ever might that be?
He raises a hand to pet the creature, but pauses when some soft giggles catch his attention. Diarmuid rolls his head to the side, messy hair falling into his eyes, and blinks in surprise when he notices the fairies and his locket. A gentle smile soon replaces the surprise on his face and he sighs.]
Really? What does a man need to do to get a little rest here?
[Diarmuid chuckles softly and then reaches up to brush his hair out of his face the best he can.]
Well, I was going to do this a little later, but since my locket is already broadcasting, I might as well get it done now. If anyone has seen my wife, Lady Grainne, could you please let me know? She isn't in the Caer and whatever message she left for me about where she went seems to be missing.
Grainne, if you see this, can you contact me and let me know when you will be back? There are a few things I need to tell you.
Secondly...
[It takes a moment, but Diarmuid frees his hand from petting the creature on his chest and then holds his hand out so that one of the rings on it can be seen.]
Last month I was given a ring that can summon and control fire. Unfortunately, I am not very skilled at controlling it. There are some new scorch marks in the training area that can attest to that. If there is anyone who is willing to risk being set on fire to help me learn to control it better, I would be very grateful for the help.
Finally, since it seems I am now in the possession of a bandersnatch cub, does anyone have advice for raising one? I would hate to make the little guy sick.
[The cub in question makes a soft, happy sound and Diarmuid turns his attention back to petting it.]
I suppose I better think of a name for you. And get you some food. You need to move so I can do that.
[A soft growl comes from the cub. It doesn't look like it wants to give up his perch.]
But you are getting heavy...
[The fairies don't really try to hide their giggles this time and it draws Diarmuid's attention back to them.]
Would you shut that off? And no, I am not going to answer the question if I am wearing pants under these blankets or not!
[More giggles fill the air this time and then the message finally ends.]
After the picture focuses on Diarmuid for a few moments, something under the blankets next to him begins to move. It starts at the foot of the bed and wiggles its way up the the head of it. Finally, it emerges out from under the blankets with enough force to throw the top back revealing a few things in the process. Number one is that Diarmuid apparently sleeps without a shirt. Number two is that said Seelie knight obviously was in a pretty big fight not long ago considering the bandages on his arms and around his chest. Number three? That would be what the wiggling thing itself is: a bear cub-sized ball of spotted grey fur and fangs. Said ball of fur starts sniffing aggressively at Diarmuid. So much so that it pushes him off his side and onto his back. Diarmuid wakes with a start and then a wince as his injuries are jolted. The ball of wiggling fur continues sniffing at him, eventually crawling up to sit on the man's chest.
Diarmuid winces again as the creature settles on top of him and then smiles sleepily, giving it a strange look.]
Well...what do we have here? Are you suppose to be my new hunting companion?
[His voice is soft, though that might be because he just woke up. However, it's hoarse too and just a little wheezy. It's obvious talking is still hard for him. Why ever might that be?
He raises a hand to pet the creature, but pauses when some soft giggles catch his attention. Diarmuid rolls his head to the side, messy hair falling into his eyes, and blinks in surprise when he notices the fairies and his locket. A gentle smile soon replaces the surprise on his face and he sighs.]
Really? What does a man need to do to get a little rest here?
[Diarmuid chuckles softly and then reaches up to brush his hair out of his face the best he can.]
Well, I was going to do this a little later, but since my locket is already broadcasting, I might as well get it done now. If anyone has seen my wife, Lady Grainne, could you please let me know? She isn't in the Caer and whatever message she left for me about where she went seems to be missing.
Grainne, if you see this, can you contact me and let me know when you will be back? There are a few things I need to tell you.
Secondly...
[It takes a moment, but Diarmuid frees his hand from petting the creature on his chest and then holds his hand out so that one of the rings on it can be seen.]
Last month I was given a ring that can summon and control fire. Unfortunately, I am not very skilled at controlling it. There are some new scorch marks in the training area that can attest to that. If there is anyone who is willing to risk being set on fire to help me learn to control it better, I would be very grateful for the help.
Finally, since it seems I am now in the possession of a bandersnatch cub, does anyone have advice for raising one? I would hate to make the little guy sick.
[The cub in question makes a soft, happy sound and Diarmuid turns his attention back to petting it.]
I suppose I better think of a name for you. And get you some food. You need to move so I can do that.
[A soft growl comes from the cub. It doesn't look like it wants to give up his perch.]
But you are getting heavy...
[The fairies don't really try to hide their giggles this time and it draws Diarmuid's attention back to them.]
Would you shut that off? And no, I am not going to answer the question if I am wearing pants under these blankets or not!
[More giggles fill the air this time and then the message finally ends.]
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Well, you are welcome to have him up with us... if you do not wish my touch.
[Her or the beasts, Diarmuid.]
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Do as you wish. It is a long way back to your room...
[Leave him alone and he will likely be asleep before you are out the door, Grainne. No offense, but he just wants to sleep right now...]
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[Diarmuid sighs and gently pushes her back so that he can roll to his other side. Behind him, the cub grumbles and then shifts to curl up in his lower back. Oscar is more than big enough to keep Diarmuid from rolling over during the night. He then wraps his arms around Grainne and buries his head in her hair.]
Go to sleep, Beloved. Morning will come far too quickly.
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[But she sighs, adjusting to his new position and relaxing.]
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[Diarmuid presses a kiss to the top of her head and then shuts his eyes. Almost immediately, he falls soundly asleep.]