Date: 2025-11-07 02:24 am (UTC)
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Hm?

[As expected, Flins had intent here. He moved as such and has been since Diarmuid entered his home. The intent was not ill, this much felt clear. There was no hostility sensed. The fair folk made it well known if they meant to do harm, regardless of where they hail from.

His expression went on a bit of a journey as Flins inspected his face, going so far as to reach out and touch. And when the man finally spoke.

... Well, ill intentions would have been easier to deal with than this.]


N-No, I...

[He noticed that stutter in his own voice and upon taking a long look, gold eyes to gold eyes, the pain in Diarmuid's became far more tangible. And he shook his head.]

... Is my heart worn so clearly on my sleeve that its ache can be spotted so easily?

[Two, three and four voices muttered in his mind, in his tangled memories: "How unbecoming." He tensed as if they caused him physical pain...]

Suffice it to say the past two weeks have been... trying. [He knew that wouldn't suffice. He knew damn well. But he needed to work his way into confessing his... weakness.]
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