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The Masquerade Ball Begins

Who: William Shakespeare and EVERYONE
Where: His ~~playboy~~ Mansion
When: Friday 16th
Summary: Shakespeare organized a Masquerade Ball.
Rating: PG

[ Shakespeare work hard and organized the best thing ever. Or at least he spent tons of money in this party. Soon the day arrived and everything was ready for this to be a night people would never be able to forget. ~~HAHAHAHA THIS IS FUNNY CONSIDERING WHAT IT'S AWAITING FOR HIM~~

Okay, Miyu kinda fails to this quick things. I'm gonna work in the sub threads, excuse me. Also, feel free to make new ones and remember to put your tag here.

~~Please wait until I strike this text before replying ;w;~~ GO WILD AND FEEL FREE TO MAKE PERSONAL THREADS AS WELL. ]

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If you do not mind it terribly, then yes.

I could never mind anything that made you smile in such a way.

[ Tilting her head so she can look up towards him, she rests a cheek against both of his hands, smiling still. ]

This week has been wonderful. Thank you.

If you have enjoyed yourself, I consider that a great personal triumph.

I have! I never thought life could be this good.

I am truly happy that you've enjoyed yourself. Anytime you should wish, we can always do it again.

A shame we could not do so every single day.

[ Because then they would have to fall in love and ignore everyone else in the world after all. ]

Although I would not object to such. [ Not right now at least. ] Should you decide to do that.

If nothing else, I would be honored to have a little more time in which we could focus less on our responsibilities here and more on each other.

Edited 2012-03-18 05:05 (UTC)

Well... you have my full attention right now, Diarmuid. [ With a gentle nuzzle against his hands, she'll finally lift her head and let go of them. ] What would you ask of me?

...

[He paused at that, more hesitation than contemplating the question. He knew what he wanted, but...no, to ask that of her was unthinkable.]

Diarmuid? There is something you would ask of me, is there not? [ She picked up on that quick. ] Come now, it is just the two of us. Let me hear it.

I...Arturia, I...it's incredibly selfish of me, and I worry it would be seen as unforgivably crossing over acceptable boundaries, but...

But what? [ Her spirits are high and she's in an affectionate mood as she leans in closer, her voice lowering. ] You can trust me, can you not? Ask anything of me you will, my knight.

...

[He couldn't stand it. This was wrong, it was wrong on so many levels in so many ways but...but he so desperately wanted to be selfish just for this one moment. Seeing her smiling and so at ease, Diarmuid simply couldn't stand it. Just once, that was all he wanted.]

I'm...sorry. Please, don't hate me for this.

[He hesitated only a second longer before closing the distance between them and pressing a light kiss to her cheek, then immediately pulling back and staring at the ground as if expecting the blade of an executioner to descend immediately.]

[ A kiss on the cheek wasn't too startling to a king. After all, during her time, such a thing was a form of respect. When she sees his gaze fall to the ground, that only makes her place her gloved hands against the earth as she leans over.

There, he'll have a kiss in return on his left cheek, Saber smiling brightly at him. ]

Why would I hate you for such a honor, Diarmuid? [ If there was affection placed behind his actions, it was lost on the girl. ]

[Gods above, she'd missed the point. Missed it utterly and completely, all because at the last possible second he had been too much of a coward to do things properly.]

I don't...I don't know.

[It was better this way. It was better she didn't realize, better things stayed as they were. Better she should remain with Shirou Emiya, and he remained with his beloved wife...that he felt like he barely knew anymore.]

[No, it was better this way. So why...why did it hurt so much? Why, as he stared intently at the ground, did it seem like his vision was blurring? It must have been his imagination, because he surely wasn't going to break in front of her of all people.]

Diarmuid?

[ There's fear and concern in her voice as she brings those hands up to her face, tugging the dirtied glove off with her teeth. The strong scent of grass doesn't bother her even this close to her nostrils and the small amount of dirt that sticks to her moist lips doesn't seem to inconvenience her as much as the situation before her.

Once her hands were free and bare of dirtied gloves, she brings them to his face. Slender fingers stroke at the corner of his eyes to try to catch those tears before they could fall. ]

Diarmuid... I am afraid I offended you somehow without meaning to. [ An easy confession as she holds onto his face gently, but firmly. ] Please do not cry because of me. I am no good with communicating with others and if I have upset you, then please accept my apologies. If you wish for me to leave, I can do that as well. Just please... please do not cry.

No, it's...you haven't...I'm sorry.

[He gave her a smile; strained though it was, it was the only way he had to reassure her it wasn't her fault.]

I must seem like a terrible imbecile right now...hopefully you can forgive me for that.

[Death would be merciful right now. Anything instead of looking like such an idiot in front of her, anything rather than continuing to endure agony this extreme.]

[ His smile does little for his words and the tone in which he speaks them are heard, breaking the veil of comfort. Years of always keeping her feelings to herself and her allies at arm's length leave her to struggle with her words. Often, she just kept to them to herself, but tonight's different. ]

Do not pretend otherwise, Diarmuid. You think me ignorant enough to neglect your emotions? I have sinned against you and I am ordering you to tell me what I have done so that I may began to punish myself for my behavior.

Arturia, don't--you are not the one at fault here, I swear that to you now.

Please do not protect me from myself. If I have harmed you, then I need to make things right.

I am telling you only the truth. I could never bring myself to lie to you, no matter the circumstances.

[this thread now brought to you by reverie]

If, in a moment like this that is as close to perfect as I can imagine, I am unhappy...then it is only through fault of my own. Because I...have been terribly selfish. It's unforgivable, truly. And even if it wasn't...even if the entire world will forgive me for this, I can never forgive myself!

After all this time...after everything, after months of trying desperately to tell myself otherwise, I can no longer stand the pain of lying to myself. I love you, Arturia. And I don't...I don't care if you don't think the same of me. No, it's better if you didn't; I would sooner die than separate even one more couple with my mere existence.

Edited (typoing under the influence) 2012-03-18 06:12 (UTC)

You are happy with Emiya, and that is all I could ever want. I would ask nothing of you save for my fondest wish that things could just...stay as they are. That I could stay by your side, as your knight and as your companion. This past week has marked the happiest I have ever been since the day that I was summoned, just because I was with you and able to see you happy.

That is...all I want. I only want you to be happy. But I...I can not endure the weight of keeping my thoughts a secret from the one I trust above all others any longer.

...please forgive me. Please, even though I know it to be undeserved...don't hate me for this, I beg of you. My heart could not possibly stand it.

Diarmuid.

[ The way she says his name is almost as though it were a silent plea for him to stop. In fact, she says it the entire time he speaks, trying to catch his attention. Throughout it all, she doesn't pull back from him, nor show any hint of anger in his confession.

It's difficult, she can admit, being in love with someone when you have a wife already. With a bit more understanding towards Guinevere's situation, she finds her hands moving from his face down his neck until they find his shoulders. With as much strength as she could find, she tries to pull him down towards her in an embrace. ]

I have gone and hurt you in a way I can never undo. [ Typical of her to hoist the blame on herself even when he insists otherwise. Such is the life of a king who wishes to protect their subjects or in this case, a knight who has devoted himself to her. It's the same with Lancelot, she knows, except this time she was the source of conflict. ] I hope you can forgive me someday for this, Diarmuid.

[ Because she knows as of this moment he cannot. She's scared of losing him as she tightens her hold on him, so scared that she's stopped being the carefree maiden he allowed her to be during the week and has reverted to the valiant knight who places others before herself. ]

I can leave. [ It's a small offer, but the best she can give him. ] Leave this place and never return so that you may live your life with your beloved without feeling ... without feeling ... [ She can't even bring herself to say it, because it's unbelievable. Who could love her? Shirou somehow does, but only due to the stress of the war. But no, Archer proves he loves her beyond that, through all of time. ] ... without feeling a thing for me, you know. I could abandon all of this and disappear until whatever power has brought me here decides to return me to my final resting place. So please, please do not think it to be the end of your happiness because of me.

...please, don't say things like that.

[He put his arms around her without a moment's hesitation when she pulled him to her level.]

It is no fault of yours that things have ended up this way. Had time and circumstance allowed for it, I have no doubt I would have felt this way long before either of us came to this city. As far as I am concerned, you have done nothing needing forgiveness. And if you have, then I would give it at a moment's notice. If you would blame yourself, then I forgive you. If you would bear the weight of responsibility for this, then I would carry it right alongside you.

[Diarmuid tightened his own hold on her in response--they were both afraid, and he damn well knew it. In a matter of moments he had taken whatever happiness they'd found and stupidly destroyed it. Selfish, thoughtless idiot, how he hated himself at that moment. After all his anger at Shirou for hurting her by leaving, he had done far worse. Hypocrite.]

Don't...don't leave. Please, don't leave. [He'd struggled to maintain composure already, but an edge of desperation worked its way into his voice now.] No matter the situation...I am happy with you. It's fine if you don't love me. I would not dare seek the alternative as long as you are happy with Emiya. But please, my dearest Arturia...please stay by my side and allow me to remain at yours.

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