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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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[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?

I am glad to hear that.

[Diarmuid gives her a squeeze and then moves to put his harp back into its storage spot.]

Why don't we make something together? I want to spend time with you and I can think of no better way than that since you have relegated certain...activities to later.

[He winks at her.]

Any idea what you would like to make?

[Giving him quite a knowing look, Grainne folds her arms and squints at him.]

Mmm, but I think if it were up to you, we would be doing nothing but those activities...

[She speaks mildly, but it's flat, pretending to be unamused though there's a certain sparkle and the corners of her lips twitch once or twice as if trying not to smile.]

Sandwiches.

[Less chance to burn something.]

We can use the last of the meat, and I brought back some cheese and wine in my bag.

[Diarmuid coughs softly, using it to cover a laugh.]

Is it my fault you are so desirable? Besides, you are also cute when you blush. Even if we do nothing, I cannot help but tease...

[As she speaks of what they will have, he nods in agreement. Nothing that can be burnt. Good...]

Do you want to eat down there or up here amongst all your beautiful flowers? It will almost be like a picnic...

[He would suggest an actual picnic, but it's still a little too cool outside for that. Indoors will have to do.]

[She lowers her gaze slightly and mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "Too desirable" under her breath, but the moment passes and she shakes herself, brightening up considerably.]

I want to eat up here with the flowers. I'm not comfortable down there... that place is for the students to practice in. But I did leave my dress and bag on the table.

[There is that odd reaction again and again Diarmuid has to fight to keep himself from asking her about it. He really wants to know, but at the same time, it is hard for him to want to ruin the good mood she is in...]

It is just a workspace no matter how inviting I try to make it.

[Diarmuid shakes his head, but he isn't upset. She is exactly right. Isn't that why he made an area for himself anyway?]

Do you want to stay here while I go and get what we need and the rest of your things?

[She nods once.]

It seems to get more difficult going up and down the stairs than it used to. I can set the table while you're gone.

[A concerned look crosses Diarmuid's face and he pauses instead of leaving the room to get her things.]

Is your stiffness getting worse? Do I need to see if I can figure out a different way for you to get up here? And, perhaps, see if I can find you a healer?

There's nothing a healer can do for it now. The healer that saw me through it said it might get a little worse... but I should try to exercise as much as I can.

[Grainne doesn't seem upset over it, but she does seem a little contrite she hasn't spoken to him the details of her accident yet. She doesn't want him to worry.]

Ah... I think that the healer also said I will be stiff for a long time because things are out of place, and it is up to my body to put them back. But I am supposed to get stronger, and when I walk up, I feel like there's not as much strength as there used to be.

Out of place?

[Instead of making him feel better, her explanation actually worries Diarmuid more. He turns back to face her fully, going to get their food forgotten for the moment.]

Who was the healer you saw? Was it a druid? Or someone else? Much has changed between back then and modern day when it comes to medicine. I think I would like to have you talk to someone here anyway. Just in case there is something now that can help you. Maybe there isn't, but...

[He would rather try and fail than not try at all.]

[Biting her lip, she looks uncertain, and starts fidgeting with her hands.]

It... was one of your father's people, and he stayed until there was nothing more to be done.

One of father's people...

[That changes things, but doesn't. Diarmuid frowns, uncertain if he should continue to push or let things go for later considering how fidgety she is getting. Finally, he decides to let it go.]

We can give it a little more time, but if you keep feeling weaker...

[Then, he will insist.]

I-I'm sure it's only because I am walking more. I try to go a little farther each day. If I feel weaker, I will see a healer...

[Her tones is less than convinced, but she doesn't want to put him to the trouble of worrying too much.

She stands then, going to where they store the food, and sifting through it for their lunch.]

Will you eat with me?

Oh...yes...lunch. Let me go get your bag and what is downstairs...

[It doesn't take Diarmuid long to retrieve the items, but he doesn't do it as fast as he can so that he has some time to think. It is obvious there are things she is hiding...things she is afraid to talk to him about. They need to talk about them soon, so there is no more of this hiding and worrying...

When he returns to the loft he sets the bag on the table and then looks to her.]

Do you want to get the things out or should I? I don't know what you might have hidden in that bag of tricks...

[A faint blush tints her cheeks and she grabs the bag up without speaking, turning around so he can't see inside. The wine bottle and cheese come out, and she tosses the bag on their bed.]

There.

[Grainne's blush fades, and she goes back to the food, pulling her knife out to cut the meat and bread.]

I want to get fresh tomorrow, so help me finish this meat off.

[She pauses when she notices he is looking at her, knife partially buried in the meat.]

Is something wrong, dear heart?

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