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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 guess it's not really a problem. It's just...sad.

[Diarmuid pauses, trying to think of the right way to explain.]

Those important things tend to be things that bring you joy or good memories. I know you have been busy and focused on the Grail, but you should still have a few of those things...

I simply never held much value in being sentimental like that. The only objects I own of any such importance are things I came here with.

[A small smile returns to Diarmuid's face. It's touching how many of those things have to do with him.]

Well, considering what those few things are...I guess I can't really complain...

[Looking uncertain, Waver raised a hand to the pendant he wore and started idly fidgeting with it.]

I hadn't held any value in sentiment for a long time. All I really felt were anger and bitterness when I wasn't being an arrogant little shit. Then after everything, I...realized I enjoyed having someone to rely on after relying only on myself. Attaching myself to the only few remnants I had was the only way I could even try to remind myself that someone had cared whether I lived or not.

[He closed his hand around the ivory shard tightly, looking to the floor.]

That's...pathetic. Ten--no, eleven years and I still can't just get over it.

[Diarmuid shakes his head, reaching up to wrap one of his hands around the one Waver is grasping his pendent with.]

It's not pathetic. Everyone has things that happen that change them forever. Not only change them, but change the course of their lives. If you didn't feel emotion over those feelings--if you didn't remember them--I would be really worried about you. Remember what you told me? Being flawed helps you understand people. Having those memories and those emotions lets you do the same.

[And no matter what else Waver has to do to destroy the Grail, he can't let himself become detached completely from his humanity because then he will forget the real reason he is doing what he's doing.]

...After the war I knew I wasn't the same person without him...like something had just gone missing entirely even though I barely knew him at all. Now, after everything, I know I can't fully be myself without you. Maybe I haven't changed as much as I thought--maybe I'm still even more flawed and weak than I want to admit.

[Waver pulled Diarmuid closer with his other arm, resting his head on the knight's shoulder.]

I'm sorry that I'm so fucking broken. But this is...the only place I can be that stupid, weak-hearted self I hate admitting to.

[Diarmuid doesn't resist being pulled closer, his arms wrapping more completely around Waver's waist.]

You don't have to be sorry. You're never held being broken against me, so the last thing I am going to do is hold it against you. You know...

[His head rests against Waver's.]

...one of the last times I was in the ballroom--before that whole thing with Grainne--the mask I got was really interesting. It was cracked and broken, but it had been repaired...and somehow was more beautiful for that.

I thought about it afterward and I think it was meant to tell me that even broken things can still be beautiful again because it happened around the time I was without my powers and putting myself back together again. Maybe I couldn't ever be what I once was, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Accepting that...helped. Maybe it's time you accepted that too?

I don't know if that's something I can even do.

[Waver shook his head slightly, hiding his face in Diarmuid's shoulder.]

Accepting myself is...nearly impossible. I don't care for the person I am, the abilities I have, or anything about the person Waver Velvet has ever been. Nothing about me has ever been good enough to be worthwhile no matter how I push myself to improve, so how can I accept that?

You're good enough for me. What does it matter what anyone else thinks? You keep fighting and you don't give up. That has gotten us this far and it's going to see us through to the end. I know it will.

[One of Diarmuid's hands comes up to stroke Waver's hair.]

I think you need to do what I did, Mo Stór. As hard as it is and as much as it hurts, you have to be honest with yourself and look inside of you. You've changed and you need to find the new you. That is what you need to accept. Not the old version that you still think is you because that is what you feel you have always been. You are stronger and braver than you give yourself credit for and that isn't just me being biased.

I'll...make an attempt. That's all I'm able to promise, especially with our time as limited as it is.

Even so, I don't know that I can be anything you think I am.

It's all right. I understand. After all, look at how long it took me to find the right time to do it. It's not something that can be rushed or forced.

[Diarmuid tightens his hold on Waver slightly.]

You seem to forget, I love you no matter what you are. It's a moot point to worry about never being able to be what I want. You already are.

...I still think you have questionable taste, you know.

And I think your taste is pretty questionable too.

[He laughs softly.]

It makes us even.

...thank you. For...for understanding, I suppose. I'm not quite certain how to put it.

[Diarmuid presses a kiss to the top of Waver's head.]

Don't worry about it. Not everything has to be explained in words. Good partners...just know.

You're right.

[Waver looked up with a small, halfhearted smile.]

Even so...thank you. I could never have had a better Servant or partner.

[Diarmuid leans back, placing one of his hands against his chest and bowing his head slightly.]

And I couldn't have gotten a better partner and friend. I cannot wait to get back to your world and unleash this crazy partnership on the Clock Tower.

They've no idea what kind of trouble they're in for.

[Waver placed a hand under Diarmuid's chin and tilted his head up enough to kiss him, barely holding back a smirk as he did.]

[Diarmuid gladly accepts the kiss, closing his eyes for a moment and sighing happily once it is done.]

You're getting good at that. Have I told you lately?

You hadn't happened to mention, no. But I like to think I'm a fast learner.

You certainly are. It's much easier to be a good teacher when you have so much potential to work with.

[Diarmuid winks at Waver and then leans in to steal a kiss of his own.]

If there's one thing I appreciate, it's talent.

[He wrapped his arms around Diarmuid's shoulders in response, clearly not minding the stolen kiss all that much.]

[When the kiss ends, Diarmuid rests his forehead against Waver's.]

So remember that the next time you doubt yourself, because you are talented. Very talented.

And your best talent right now seems to lie in flattery.

[Diarmuid rolls his eyes. How often have they had this conversation? It's almost tradition now, which is why he laughs and just shakes his head.]

It's not flattery, but I don't feel like having that conversation again. How about giving me an early birthday present and just accepting it?

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