onoir: (45.)
ʟᴀɴᴄᴇʀ. [ᴅɪᴀʀᴍᴜɪᴅ ᴜᴀ ᴅᴜɪʙʜɴᴇ] ([personal profile] onoir) wrote in [community profile] sweethymns 2014-12-12 07:00 am (UTC)

[ A shake of his head, and a glance towards the general direction he feels her prana from. ]

I feel the same. If our current situation is anything to go by, he may be with my Master.

[ In a sense, he should be more wary— an enemy Servant is an enemy Servant, no matter how revered— and there's never a guarantee that he'd honor a truce if the opportunity arises.

But Cu Chulainn is Cu Chulainn, and Diarmuid believes in the pride behind that name above their collective obligations as Servants in this war. He relaxes somewhat upon considering that notion, the glint in his amber eyes making way for something less pointed.
]

...As my Master's kin, and one we've formed an alliance with, I swear to you that I'll do you no harm. Meaningless as it may be— [ a slightly cynical half-laugh, here. ] —you have my word.

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