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Call Out Meme: Version 5.0

Edit: Closing this one out for now. Please put all new threads here! Thanks!
Fifth verse same as the first... It's new 'Call Me Out" Time!

【the ❝CALL ME OUT❞ meme】 V
a roleplay meme to inspire muses.

♛ refer to the list above for active muses.
♛ post "calling" one of them out — you can do so by putting their ~~name~~ journal in the subject line! (I have too many Lancers to just go by name! X.x )
♛ can be informal/formal/comment spam/crosscanon/explicit/whatever tickles your fancy!
♛ feel free to make up a scenario at the start, or wait to see where things go.

meme code.

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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?

I think you are imagining things...

[Diarmuid turns away for a moment, not sure why he is so embarrassed even though he is. When she asks about the jars, he turns back to answer her, only to have his fading blush light up again and the heat inside him flare back to life with a vengeance when he sees her bent over in those shorts. Immediately, he turns away trying to calm himself.

Somehow, Diarmuid doesn't think she will be very happy with him if he throws her down on those flowers she just spent so much time gathering...]

I-I'm sure we have some. D-did you want me to get them for you now?

[Standing up suddenly, Grainne tries to turn at the same time, but the same problem that gives her stiffness in her legs makes her less agile than she used to be and sits down heavily on the bed tripping over her own feet.

She knows why he's speaking like that. Oops... maybe these shorts weren't such a good idea after all.]

If you would, fair one...

[Diarmuid nods, and, as soon as he realizes she is okay, disappears out of the nest. Once he hits the stairs down off the catwalk, he forces himself to slow down so he can have the time to calm himself down. By the time he hits the bottom, his embarrassment has passed. Indeed, he's grinning.

With a body like that, is it any wonder he and she had so many children?

He gathers a couple of jars and is soon heading back upstairs. Though he's still feeling warm, he is much more under control now.]

I brought three. Do you think that is enough?

[Her face brightens when he comes back with the jars, running over to take them off his hands.]

Thank you, dear one. Tonight...

[Giving him a wink, she moves off to set the jars on the table, and starts sorting the stems into each one, choosing colors with care and humming to herself a few bars of one of his favorite songs.]

I think this is enough... It will look so nice in here with the flowers, won't it? Once I get these put away, do you want to break for lunch? It's a little late, but I forgot to eat while I was out.

Ah...as you wish...

[Desire flares in him again for a moment, but he pushes it away a little easier this time. He would have been fine letting things go, but if she insists...

Why it's rude to say no to a lady, especially when she is your wife.]

Would you like a little music while you work? Or should I get you something to eat first?

[He frowns. What is with her and forgetting to eat? Is he going to have to start eating on a regular schedule just to make sure she does?]

[He gets more of her laughter, and she turns to face him with some pink tulips in hand.]

I had something this morning, so I'm all right for now. Shall I start calling you the worrying knight? I would love to hear you play...

[After a moment, however, placing those tulips in one of the jars, her face falls.]

Normal people eat three meals a day, beloved, not one or maybe two.

[Diarmuid starts to pulls his harp free from its storage spot, but pauses when he senses the change in her mood. He turns back to her, frowning when he sees her downcast look.]

What is wrong, Grainne? Is something bothering you?

I can't find the rose I brought back for you. It was bright yellow and I took all the thorns off of the stem.

[She keeps placing flowers in the jars, but there is no sign of the one she's looking for.]

I thought you would like it...

[Diarmuid sets his harp carefully on the bed and walks over to her, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her close, dropping a gentle kiss on her forehead.]

I am sure I would have, but there is no more beautiful rose than the one I hold in my arms right now. I am content with that. It's not right to be too greedy, now is it?

[Looking up, she smiles again, starting to glow.]

I would give you anything, if I could...

[But she sobers a little bit again, reaching up to touch his face.]

There is something I haven't told you yet, and... talking earlier about celebrating reminded me...

[Diarmuid is extremely happy that his words seem to chase away her frown. Of course, his happiness fades when her expression turns serious again.]

What is it?

[He pulls her gently toward the bed so they can sit down.]

You know you can tell me anything you need to...

[Grainne follows him readily, settling down next to him and leaning into his arm.]

I don't want to spoil the mood, so promise me that we will still be as happy after as we are now, please? It... it isn't so bad.

[She sighs, fidgeting a little.]

It is just that, my bearing years are over. If anything... I mean, if it doesn't happen, I didn't want you to think it was you. That's all.

[Grainne's words have him really worried at first, but when she finally finishes, he can't help but smile.]

Ah, my love, but it is my fault.

[The words are amused, though, not serious, as he kisses her again on the forehead.]

I am fairly certain, your...accident...

[What else can he call it?]

...notwithstanding, that the form I am in now makes it impossible for me to father children. However, there are many young ones in this city. Can we not adopt them instead if you really wish a child to complete our family?

[Slowly, she relaxes with the kiss, not realizing just how tense she had been for a moment. It's a relief, in a way.]

The accident... but it is not your fault.

[Her tone is firm there, before softening back into her normal voice.]

I'm so glad... [Then she does a double take, realizing how that sounds.] I mean, I was worried you would be upset, not that I am glad we can't. If things were different I would not mind having many more for you... but caring for the little ones here will be wonderful, too.

[A flash of surprise, and she sits up straighter, shifting into a sheepish look.]

Oh... that's where the rose went... I put it in your crown.

[Diarmuid shakes his head.]

I am not saying it was my fault. It...just was.

[If the fault is anyone's, it is Fionn's.]

I would love to have many more children with you as well, but that seems to not be a path we can take here. This place isn't good for babies anyway. Better we help protect the young ones dragged here instead of creatinig new ones for the overseers to mess with.

[When she points out that she found the rose, he very carefully removes the crown from his head so he can look at it, fingers touching its petals lightly.]

It is very beautiful, but you are still even more so.

[She nods. It is something she has already thought about and decided it would be a dangerous thing in the place they found themselves. Caring for a baby is difficult enough without the magical mishaps that abounded. The truth is, Grainne wasn't sure if she could even if she wasn't broken.

Burying her head into his shoulder, she shakes her head at his compliment, her nose a dusty pink with embarrassment.]

I'm starting to feel as if I have a sun burn on my face...

You sound as if that is a bad thing...

[Diarmuid reaches up to run a hand gently over her hair.]

Would my Fair One prefer if I didn't sing her praises so much? I can try, but I make no promises. After all, I have so much time to make up for, and I wouldn't want anyone to think me a poor husband...

Just singing would be nice... there's nobody here that would think you a poor husband.

[She pouts, lifting her head to look up at him.]

Isn't that my name for you? Sometimes I think you really are, now, with all these strange magics.

I recall agreeing to nothing that keeps me from using that nickname just because you use it on me.

[Diarmuid leans forward to kiss her on the nose and then shifts so he can settle the harp between them.]

Do you have a song request for me? Otherwise, I could just sing an ode to your beauty...

You will not! [Startled, Grainne pulls back to give him a very long look. Ever since arriving, she has always demurred when he starts teasing her about her looks. Something she used to take good naturedly before... what changed?]

How about something you wrote? One of the ones you used to sing under the stars... it's been a long time since I've heard one. [The startled look fades and is replaced by a fond smile.] The one you used to sing to Selbersach and Druime when they wouldn't go to sleep.

[What indeed. Diarmuid cannot help but raise an eyebrow at her reaction and wonder himself what has changed. Does she no longer think herself beautiful? Did something happen besides just the fall that has changed her view?

But, it is a question for later. For now, he accepts to her request and starts singing the song she has mentioned, fingers moving gracefully over the harp strings even though it has been a long time since he played.

Hopefully, his skills haven't gotten too rusty.]

[The song goes a long way to soothing her, relaxing enough for her to get up and return to her flowers. The last few made their way into the jars, and she wanders back over to him, humming along.

When he's finished, she leans against his side.]

Thank you, my knight.

[Diarmuid slips one arm around her, the other keeping the harp balanced so it won't fall.]

You are welcome. Hopefully, you weren't disappointed. It's been a while since I played, though it felt like it came back pretty well...

[He leans down to press a kiss to the top of her head.]

Feeling better now?

Yes. [Leaning a little bit more into him, she sighs.] You haven't lost anything... you are as wonderful as you were before.

[Pulling him over, she kisses his cheek.]

It's time to eat. Shall I make something for us?

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