text; un: berserker

[curruid_coinchenn]

for those that knew him, flat escardos is gone.

don't ask me anything else about him.

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[ua_duibhne]

[Diarmuid resettles beside him, arms wrapped around his body and the gesture is gentle enough for him to brush aside if he wants but purposeful in its intent to comfort. Truthfully, he doesn't want to think of this as having an end; his happiness in his first life was prematurely torn away and in his second it was crushed before it could even really take root. It can't happen again. It won't. He won't let it.]

... there's no need to ask for that which is already yours, my love.

[curruid_coinchenn]

[ He makes no move to brush Diarmuid off; this touch and comfort si exactly what he needs right now. The loss of his Bond with Geralt came at an extremely bad time and made coping with the loss all but impossible. At least now he's not locked in a cell, alone and in pain. He has the support he desperately craved then, but no one allowed him to have.

Berserker just sits in silence for awhile, holding the witch close to him once again. He strokes Diarmuid's hair fondly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. ]

...I don't know if I could handle the pain of losing you. [ It's an incredibly vulnerable admission. ] You've given me so much...It's because of you I can even feel this way.

[ It's not an accusation at all -- he sounds almost grateful. As painful as this loss is, he realizes it's a sign of his growth. Strange... ]

It's worth it to feel this sad if I can feel something like joy in return...It's a trade off, isn't it?