//something that i want

[croibhristeoir]

Who: Diarmuid and Saber
Where: Outside Prospero, in nonspecified horse country.
When: March 11th-17th
Summary: Vacation time~
Rating: PG at worst because damn this is some fluff.


[Sorry Shirou, he ran off with your girlfriend. Go sit in the corner with Fionn and Kayneth.]

[This man is the Darkwing Duck of girlfriend-yoinking, and things just got dangerous.]

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⚔; day one

[croibhristeoir]

[Wow, is this ever a nice place. A gazillion miles from the gilded idiot, Emiyarcher, and everyone else that is made of snark and douchebaggery.]


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[ex_cashcow493]

[ If only kissing was something acceptable for the two. Instead, he has one Saber tugging off her jacket the moment they step up to the cottage, feeling the warmth of spring finally hitting her. It's not like the coastal area they left, leaving her to be impressed even at the change in climate and scenery. ]

A cottage? [ A ranch more than likely, but not that she knows of such a term. With acres and acres of lands around them to keep them secluded from society. They did pass a small town down a bumpy road a while back, but she can't recall how long ago that was. ] Is this where we will be staying at?

[croibhristeoir]

Is it acceptable? I had hoped you would like the change of pace.

[Not to mention he had quite liked the idea as well.]

[ex_cashcow493]

Is that an orchard? And a pond? [ Not sure if want on the latter, but FOOD for the former. ] And it is all ours for the week?

[croibhristeoir]

That's correct. What do you think, Arturia?

[ex_cashcow493]

What of the others we left behind? Do you think they will fare well without our aid in battle?

[ Did he honestly think it would be easy to pull her to the side and have her think for once about enjoying herself? Pfft. ]

[croibhristeoir]

I have the utmost confidence that they will be fine for a few days. Trust me.

[ex_cashcow493]

What if Gilgamesh kills everyone while we are away?

[ This conversation is going to go on like this for a while... ]

[croibhristeoir]

Arturia, relax. Everything and everyone will be as we left it when we return.

[ex_cashcow493]

What if the bookstore needs a new order and it goes out of business due to the lack of my stable presence?

[croibhristeoir]

The two of us and Gilgamesh are not the only people that work there.

[ex_cashcow493]

What if Sir Pounce forgets who I am and hates me when I return?

[ Now she's just being irrational here. ]

[croibhristeoir]

Arturia, do you trust me?

[ex_cashcow493]

Without question, Diarmuid.

[ Why does he always say that before he says something she's sure she doesn't want to hear? ]

[croibhristeoir]

[BECAUSE HE'S MAKING A POINT.]

Then trust my judgment when i tell you everything will be alright. They will all be fine without us, and when we return things will be just as we left them.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ The only point he should be making is with his fail!ahoge. ]

But Diarmuid... [ It's her nature to worry about everyone else and not care for herself. She doesn't say that though, her face scrunching up in contemplation. ] And what will we do while they are off being fine?

[croibhristeoir]

Enjoy ourselves for a change, hopefully.

[ex_cashcow493]

Enjoy ourselves..? How?

[croibhristeoir]

Tell me something you would like to do, and we'll do it.

[ex_cashcow493]

Um. I would like to... I would like to... Um. What would you like to do?

[croibhristeoir]

I'm asking you, Arturia.

[ex_cashcow493]

And I am asking you, Diarmuid. [ Huff. ]

⚔; day two

[croibhristeoir]

[On today's itinerary? Horseback riding. She asks, he delivers.]

⚔; day three

[croibhristeoir]

[More fluff? More fluff. Saber's getting treated like a princess ironically enough and anything she wants to do, they're damn well going to do.]

⚔; day four

[ex_cashcow493]

[ While Saber doesn't initially mind Lancer taking the reins for their vacation, it was about time she tried to surprise him herself. Where did she get this dress? Maybe it had to do with that strange delivery that came by the other day... Regardless, when he steps out of whatever room he's occupied, he'll find her standing in some grade A freshly-drawn official art dress. ]

Good eve, Diarmuid.

[ Your lady would like to flatter you right about now. ]