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open // such a beautiful crime

Who: Diarmuid, his sparkly butterfly-attracting father, and anyone who wanders by.
Where: Somewhere along the beach
When: Evening of 5/30
Summary: MAGICAL SPARKLY PARTY OF FRIENDSHIP AND JOY
Log:

[Some people may be attracted by the fact that there's a bonfire currently set on the shoreline, or that there's a whole lot of food and drinks around. Or they could just see a certain someone and his overly-sparkly father nearby and decide to approach one of them. Diarmuid didn't expect many people to simply happen upon them, but if that occurred they'd of course be more than welcome. Hence the extra food and whatnot.]

[Hope nobody's allergic to the critical levels of pretty going on here. Maybe some delicious food will help that.]

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Yet I would not.

[He fixes Diarmuid with a stern face.]

Thou are not eating properly, nor sleeping properly. You are unhappy, o Diarmuid, and as on edge as a rabbit expecting the teeth of fate to cleft through its body.

[Be a good boy, Diarmuid.]

'tis a sad day when one could consider themself doing 'well enough' when one is in a situation such as this.

[Twenty-five, two thousand, whatever. It didn't matter how old he was, that look shut him right up.]

...I'm sorry, Father. I am doing the best that I can, but I fear many people rely on me in the absence of those far more suited for a role such as that.

[A slow sigh.]

You take too much upon thee, o Diarmuid, yet I know it to be impossible to dissuade thee from this. But I will make sure that you are at least healthy and as happy as a man can be in this situation. For thou art my son, and I love thee, o Diarmuid.

Would that I could have reached out even unto my own father to ask his aid in thy situation. But I can reach him not.

[Holy shit did he really just say that.]

F-Father...you know I could not truly in good conscience accept such aid no matter the situation. I have survived the months leading up to this day, and I will continue to survive on my own as long as I remain here.

Thou art not alone now, o Diarmuid. Not once since you came to me have I let mine eyes slip from your visage. No matter how capable you may be, 'tis the duty of a father to look after their son. I would feel most unhappy if any suffering were to come upon thee.

[He reaches out to grasp Diarmuid's shoulders firmly.]

There is no shame in accepting the aid of a parent.

...I don't know what to do anymore. Nearly everyone I trusted or confided in has disappeared without a trace and well beyond my reach. I am one of the few remaining that has been here since the first night people began to arrive, but...without Arturia, without Issei and so many of the others I called my close friends, I feel completely at a loss.

Take heart, Diarmuid. They may yet return.

I myself know the suffering that comes from the one that you love being apart from thee; it can be no less painful than losing those that thee call friends. But take heart! You may yet find them returned to thee once more.

Do not grow sick with loss, o Diarmuid.

[His arms move to clasp Diarmuid to his chest.]

Instead seek to fill thy heart with happiness and await their return, should it be fate that it be so. I am sure they would be unhappy to see you in such a state.

I know. It's terrible of me to remain so upset when that is not at all what they would want, and I know they could easily return. But I don't--...

[His voice cracked, and he took that particular opportunity to hide his face in his father's shoulder.]

...I don't want to be alone.

Edited 2012-06-03 19:33 (UTC)

[Aengus hardly minded. He held Diarmuid in his arms silently for a long moment before he spoke. His voice was little more than a whisper.]

I understand.