nsamusements | Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

[Laughing and in far too much amusement for her own good, Grainne pulls at his arm.]

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be teasing you so much... come here, let me fix those ruffled feathers of yours.

[Tug!]

Now who is being shy? You chided me for hiding myself... and now you won't even look. I think I should tease you about being contrary instead.

[Okay, so she may be teasing some more.]

Hmm, but is it a little too early for Beltane still? I am all mixed up.

[Diarmuid doesn't resist when she pulls him around and even smiles when he takes in the outfit again. It is really very cute. He reaches out to run a hand gently over her cheek, which may or may not be a distraction from the fact he is still blushing slightly.]

They aren't that ruffled...

[Yes, they are...]

It is hard to say for sure. The calenders of this day are very different from the way we kept time back then. Still, it feels like it should be soon, don't you think?

Oh no, they are. I can tell. [Grainne leans into his hand, eyes drifting closed and a happy look on her face.]

Soon... but the weather today said it feels like it now. At least we have time to prepare.

[It doesn't make sense to her because the season back home wasn't even the same, but she's adapted happily.]

We are celebrating, aren't we? If we are the only two that remembers... I don't want it to slip by.

[When she leans into his hand, Diarmuid can't help but leave it there, fingers continuing to gently brush over her cheek.]

I would like to celebrate it. That is not something you have to talk me into.

[In fact, he is rather glad she brought it up so he didn't forget completely which he might have done without her here.]

Do you have something in mind? There are a great many ways to celebrate, after all.

A traditional one?

[She falls into a hum, letting her thoughts drift before she shakes herself to answer him fully.]

Maybe... no, there's no cattle or sheep and no need to relight the hearth... just ourselves. We don't need everything... I can prepare the proper meal [no she can't] and we can take it to the field of flowers and light a small bonfire. That will be enough for a good start on our new home here, don't you think?

[Opening her eyes, she smiles wistfully and wraps her arms around his waist.]

I miss the children... they are the only thing missing here.

[Diarmuid lets his arms settle around her, though his expression grows slightly wary when she mentions cooking herself. He...would really rather she not burn down the school...]

If it is to be a small bonfire, perhaps we could cook over it as part of the celebration? It's been a long time since I have been able to do that and it will be something that helps us remember the old ways during the celebration. It can be a way to tie our old home to the new.

[He falls quiet when she mentions the children for he misses them too. It has been so long since he has seen them and he left them too soon...]

As much as I miss them, I don't know if I would wish them here. I am sure they all grew to strong brave fighters, but this place...

[Diarmuid imagines all the trouble Druime's curiosity could get her into and can't help but shiver...]

[She sighs, resting her head against his chest.]

All right. I won't cook. Mean...

[Muttering to herself, she shakes her head, rolling back and forth from the point she made contact with him.]

It is already a handful looking after me here, hmm? We'll just have to celebrate enough for all of them to make it up, won't we?

Mean? Who are you calling mean?

[Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at her, rocking back as if trying to match her.]

I am merely trying to make sure my lovely lady relaxes and enjoys the celebration as much as she can. Am I really to be called mean for that?

[Grainne puffs up her cheeks; he should be scared. Very scared.]

My knight is mistaken if he thinks his lady did not notice all those times he pretended to enjoy the food she made with their daughter...

[...poke. Right in the chest.]

And he is mistaken if he thinks she can't tell he's trying to lessen the damage done at the celebration.

[Diarmuid holds out his hands defensively, but the grin on his face as he peeks around them shows he's not really afraid of her...

...even if maybe he should be.]

You assume such terrible things of me, my Lady. I'm hurt. What proof do you have of these accusations? When did I ever not eat what you two made and offered to me?

[Notice he very carefully does not say 'when did I not enjoy what was offered to me' which pretty much proves her point right there.]

[Huffing, Grainne stands on her toes to address him this time.]

I did not say you did not eat it... you know better than that. For shame, trying to trick me like that.

[Poke!]

A wife knows, my knight. I just never said anything for Druime's sake. She is always so happy her father likes her food.

[Slowly, she settles down and her arms go back around him.]

Why are you so good to me?

[Diarmuid catches that poky hand and presses the back of it to his lips, tongue flicking to just barely to tease the skin.

Distractions? What distractions?

He grins at her and then lets the hand go so she can wrap her arms around him.]

I don't know why you think I should have been anything but good to you. Does it say somewhere in the rules of being a husband that I should not be good to you? I don't know if I was ever told that part...

Don't tease me...

[Another poke, this time in his back. She's using that pouting tone, mumbling into his chest.]

I wanted to know! There's so many things I want to talk about... oh! Do you have plans this afternoon? Those flowers will wilt if we don't put them up.

[Diarmuid shakes his head and then leans down to place a gentle kiss on the top of her head.]

I wanted to do a few things in that room, but I finished them while you were away. Shall we go upstairs and decorate?

[He gives her a squeeze before letting go so that he can gather some of the flowers into his arms to take upstairs.]

What do you want to talk about?

[Gathering up her dress pieces, she sets them on the table and picks up the flowers he didn't get. Then she falters for a moment, looking around.]

I forgot to get jars for these.

[But she cheers up, falling into line behind him.]

Yes, I'm ready. Do you think now that its open, you could teach me how to fight?

I can go back down and get some jars if you really want them.

[Diarmuid leads the way up the catwalks that he spend no small amount of time making stronger after she arrived.]

If you want to learn how to fight, I will be glad to teach you. What do you think...

[He turns back to smirk and wink at her.]

...do you want to focus on knife work?"

[Grainne makes a squeaking noise, her face turned an interesting shade of pinkish red and she freezes mid step in the middle of the stairs.]

Mean... I'm starting to wonder if I'll ever be able to make up for that, now...

[How exactly he does it is unknown, but Diarmuid manages to lean back to kiss her on the nose without falling or turning around completely. He then continues on up the stairs and waits for her at the top.]

Learn to joke with me, and I will call things even. Otherwise, I will be forced to tickle you whenever I get the urge to hear your laughter...

[That does nothing to lessen the blush. In fact, it only increases it.

Learn to joke, oh? Puffing up her cheeks, Grainne stares at him as he climbs up, then a mischievous grin crosses her face.

He shouldn't have said that...]

Don't tickle me... [ahem.] I'd love to learn knifework, dear heart. It will give me ample opportunity to see that well filled pair of pants up close and personal while you're working. When you're not wiggling it up the stairs, I mean.

[She takes the remaining steps quickly, drawing up close behind him to briefly reach out with her freed hand and cup that well filled pair of pants...

Well, someone has been a bad influence on Grainne.]

Grainne!

[At first, he is so startled that is all he can say. Diarmuid's face turns red, and he looks away a moment as if to hide it. Sure, he's used to that kind of joking from the Fianna. Especially when drunk they weren't the most...refined of speakers...but from Grainne?

After a moment, he seems to get himself a bit more under control, and smiles at her, amusement in his eyes even if he is still blushing.]

Oh...then I shouldn't wear those very nice and much looser pants you got for me...

[His reaction makes her laugh. Not a soft laugh, but she knows she got him and got him well.

Setting the flowers on their bed, she's still giggling.]

You said you wanted me to joke with you. Be careful what you wish for, my handsome, blushing knight. I am good with words, or have you forgotten?

[Then she grins at him, going up to take his flowers from him.]

Did I do it right? I tried to remember how all the men spoke when they were drunk.

[Diarmuid allows her to take the flowers, just basking in the sound of her laughter. Even if her words embarrassed and startled him, it is all worth it to hear that familiar and beloved sound again.]

You did very well. Startlingly well...

[Yes, she is good with words. He remembers that. It's just a little more unsettling that she was able to copy the behavior of drunken men so well...]

Will I be happier if I don't ask how and why you were spending time learning the actions of drunken men? Or was it just how you survived all those parties...

[She laughs again, settling the bundle of flowers on the bed next to the smaller one.]

Well... yes, I suppose you can say I learned it to survive parties. When all the men were drunk and seeking their beds, me and my sisters were left to ourselves... we would pick the rudest one and see if we could mimic him. In secret, of course. It was so much fun, it became a routine. Father would get so mad if he caught us at it, but in the end he would only shake his head and say he was glad we were in such high spirits.

[Glancing over her shoulder, her face is still full of nothing but mischief.]

It really does wiggle, though...

[Diarmuid nods in understanding, smiling as she describes the antics of herself and her sisters. It sounds like it would have been very amusing to watch considering some of the things he remembers seeing some of his drunken fellows do.

The smile turns into something more confused at her last statement. Even though Diarmuid is confused, the blush starts coming back to his cheeks. Somewhere, he has a feeling he knows what she is talking about even if he doesn't want to actually admit it.]

What wiggles?

I think you already know...

[Grainne giggles, and turns her attention back to the flowers. Sorting each into color and blossom, she starts humming to herself, glancing back every so often, when a handful falls to the floor by accident.

Without thinking, she bends over, forgetting for the moment she only has a pair of shorts on.]

Do we have any jars downstairs?

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