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β€” 𝐜 𝐨 𝐧 𝐭 𝐚 𝐜 𝐭


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NOTE: I am forever backtag friendly and absolutely open to doing things from past events that won't really have an effect on things at any given time. For example, if you'd like to do something with Peter aged down or when he was his spider dream guide, etc.

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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-10-13 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[They're both healing.

Or, well. Healing as much as one can.

He hadn't really considered how different Diarmuid would look with his robes, how out of place and out of time he tended to look compared to all the other kids his age. The basket looks out of place, too, as if he'd weaved it himself, the smell drifting from it pleasant.]


I'm as well as can be.

How are you? I brought you lunch.

[He hoped he wasn't imposing. He admits, a lot of these visits are hardly pre-planned, but...]
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-10-24 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[Diarmuid could certainly relate to the thoughts in Peter's head; he, too, feels a distant kinship from the smell of the freshly cooked meal, and every time he eats he thinks of his brothers at the monastery. He steps inside tentatively at the offer, glancing around the home and feeling a little intrusive. Henry was the girl from the bathroom stalls, wasn't she? He sure hoped she wouldn't be upset with him for being here.]

If it's no trouble. There's enough here to leave for Henry as well.

[He smiles back at Peter, breathing out to relax himself.]

Sorry, I've been... skittish, in new places.

Would you like some now? I could collect some bowls...

[He's been very good at collecting and preparing things one-armed.]
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-10-29 09:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Diarmuid smiles more candidly at that, pleased despite the concerning sound.]

Well, you're in luck today. I happen to have just the meal to appease your restless stomach.

[Ah, the joys of listening to a medieval teenager chattering. He sees the sink, of course, and wishes both his hands were freed up enough that he could help wash them up before he leaves; this cast has been a thorn in his side.]

I do apologize at how uneven the bread is, though... it had been particularly unpleasant an effort, to knead and bake bread with one arm held aside.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-11-02 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[He shakes his head, a humored smile on his lips.]

... I wish I could take credit for it, but my arm has not permitted me to knit anything.

I found it in a shop β€” ah, it's got little fish on it... It just reminds me of you.

[Perhaps he'll just always be Peter From Team Fish, considering it had been how they met. And it was a horrible way to meet, truly, but... it was also such a dark and dangerous situation, it's hard not to feel it had left a far deeper impact than some casual banter on a feed. They were trapped and injured in a dangerous place together. It does something to you.]

With winter coming, it gets so cold here... so I thought I would make sure everyone was prepared.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-11-06 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Mm... It's been a year this month.

[It's strange to say aloud. There aren't very many left from when he'd arrived β€” perhaps no more than two dozen others who would be familiar with the last October in this place. And he'd only arrived near the end of it. Just in time to accidentally get drunk and need help going home by Wade... What a strange time it'd been. So overwhelming in such different ways from now. Now, he's certainly overwhelmed and stressed, but he's developed a routine and knowledge he'd never had before.]

When I arrived β€” there had been blood in the streets, but I had missed the worst of it in October... mostly, I had been alarmed by all of the... the 'technology' I had seen. The things that were so common... most of it wasn't invented yet in my time.

Even paper books... I had rarely ever seen paper in my lifetime, and even when I did, it would have cost more than I could have ever afforded.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-11-13 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
... From 1209. The 13th century, in Ireland.

[He gives that a moment to settle between them, because it's usually a shock to most of the people he talks to β€” even with seeing him in his monk garb and listening to him speak.]

I'm sixteen, currently. A novice from the monastery β€” um, that is, I haven't taken any vows officially. I'm just in training, you could say.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-11-25 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Sixteen... The age where everyone treats you like a child, even though you're often taller than them.

[He grins, humored and a little more at ease.]

I did like it. At the monastery, anyway... the world outside of it was... [Ah, well, the smile slips a little. Turns into something more bittersweet.] It was a difficult place to navigate. We're in the middle of a battle for land, where I'm from. The French, they've been conquering parts of Ireland as their own, and even the monks were not spared from their dangerous dealings...

.....

I suppose that's a bit of a grim thought to have over lunch, though. Sorry.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-12-03 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[He bites his lip, thinking about the vision he and Max had witnessed, in the smoke... but even if he didn't fear possibly dying at the hands of the norsemen, there was just... a big blank space where his yearning for home should have been. Not that he didn't yearn to return to an easier time β€” to the monastery, where everything was simple and boring and safe β€” but... he never saw himself going back to the monastery now.]

I lost... a good deal of my fellow brothers. And my dearest friend as well.

And I think I would be disgraced to return to my home as I am.

So... I guess I don't. This place has taken a tremendous toll on me, but... home is not much better.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2019-12-18 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
[He frowns down at the table, something uncomfortable forming like a mass in his stomach.]

... I do, yes. I believe in God. But β€” I'm not sure if evil is something anyone can truly measure. I try... to keep those things in the hands of God. To let Him say what is and isn't evil, because... humanity is a flawed creation, the kind that could misunderstand. The kind of creation that can be wrong. About what is and isn't evil.

[A held breath, as he dwells upon the words spoken to him, last he was in his world.]

If I may be honest, I had spent some time concerned if I had something evil in me. If my choices were actually the work of someone tainted by the Devil himself β€” and that I was ruined. [Glancing up, he considers the question, or rather, the reason for it.] Do you think you're evil?
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[personal profile] thenovice 2020-01-07 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[He bites his lip, sitting in silence for a moment.]

I think... it can influence someone. I think the more bad that one does, the harder it can be to... to return to a better path. And certainly, I think there could be energies at work that make choices more difficult. But β€” I have to believe that no matter how much evil one may have inside them, or how much bad they do, that there is always a chance for redemption.

... My friend in my world, he had left a long road of bloodshed in his past; he killed people, hurt so many... but he repented. He wanted to make up for his errors in life. He served our monastery faithfully. And if he had not been there for me, I would have died.

[He puts a hand on Peter's arm, slowly, carefully.]

It does not matter what you are, what you're afflicted with.

It only matters what you do with it now.
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[personal profile] thenovice 2020-01-22 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
It's nothing you need to thank me for.

[He smiles in turn, a warm and kind sort of smile, the kind that leaves little room for doubt that he's fond of the other teenager; Peter's a good person, he thinks. Whatever nightmares plague his history, Diarmuid is confident in what he sees in the other boy. He gives Peter's arm one more squeeze.]

Shall we enjoy lunch?