towerofanimus | You'll turn into a gargoyle at this rate

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You'll turn into a gargoyle at this rate

Characters: ProtoLancer

puppy_lancer and Zero Lancer

oathshackledbird; closed
Setting: Graveyard floor
Format: Prose
Summary: Lancer spent the entire event bumming on the graveyard floor. Time for someone to find him.
Warnings: Angsting, maybe

Lancer had lost track of time as he sat by Ayaka's grave. His days were filled with sitting there staring off into the distance and fighting off the occasional monster. His clothes were torn and his body covered in healing wounds. Maybe he would be able to sit here for the rest of his stay at the tower. Maybe some point some monster would catch him too cut up and exhausted to resist and kill him. He doesn't mind either. He doesn't care. He's just a failed Servant who shouldn't exist anymore, so anything that happens to him doesn't matter.

Now and then, a thought of his brother or his friends enters into the void that is his mind and he almost wants to leave his position to go and find them. But every time, he pushes the impulse away. They all have their own friends or Masters to keep them company. And he shouldn't bother them with comforting him. He can deal with his own failures.

And so he just sits there, immobile.

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Lancer spends the time in the infirmary drumming his fingers on the bed and whistling a tune or two. He even tries playing with his own hair. More than once, he tries to sit up, only to run out of energy in seconds. By the time Diarmuid gets back, he'll be trying to roll out of the bed.

The first thing Diarmuid is going to do once he returns to the room is put a hand on his brother's shoulder to keep him from rolling out of bed. Then he is going to shake his head and smile in amusement, "What are you? Two? I was not gone that long. Not even five minutes by my guess."

"I know. I counted...but it was still boring."

Lancer rolls back to the center of the bed. He then turns to stare at the nutrient bars that Diarmuid is holding.

"Do I have to eat those?"

Diarmuid holds the bars out to his brother, "You either eat them or you spend the night flopping around on the bed like a dying fish. Your choice."

There is another choice, of course, but Diarmuid is not about to suggest his brother go find someone to have sex with because he was a fool who didn't take care of himself. Cu Chulainn is just going to have to recover his energy the old-fashioned way no matter how bad the nutrition bars might taste.

He pouts, but takes one and unwraps it. Upon biting into it, though, he makes a face.

"Is it me, or does it taste worse than I remember?"

He holds it out toward Diarmuid, as if daring him to take a bite.

Diarmuid rolls his eyes, taking the bar and biting into it before handing it back to his brother, "They taste the same as always...terrible, but no more so than some of the stuff we ate when we first lived. I would say that the reputation that our homeland has for bad tasting food is really rather well deserved."

He frowns.

"You sure?"

He holds the nutrition bar close to his face.

"Maybe some of Scathach's gruel, but..."

He takes another bite out of the bar.

"Hey, it taste better now! What did you do?"

It...actually has flavor.

Diarmuid raises an eyebrow at his brother, "I didn't do anything but take a bite out of it. You watched me. Did someone hit you on the head while I was gone? Did you hit yourself on the head while I was gone?"

Honestly, it's not like his lips taste like honey or something...

"Nope, I'm serious. It actually tastes better. Sweeter. You sure you only took a bite out of it?"

It seemed Diarmuid was a man of many talents.

"Here, just try it and see."

He breaks off a piece and holds it out at Diarmuid.

Diarmuid fights the urge to roll his eyes as he takes the offered food. After eating it, though, he just shakes his head. As expected, to him it tastes the same. Of course, if he is unconsciously doing something to it, he would probably be used to the altered taste by now, wouldn't he?

And why is he even considering this could be caused by anything other his brother being tired?

"It tastes the same to me as it did before. However, if me taking a bite of it somehow makes it taste better to you, fine. Just finish eating it. You need the energy."

Before his brother's tired brain starts suggesting giant chickens are attacking the tower or something...

Because it tastes just a little better than before, Lancer finishes the bar in two or three bites. Now that he has something in him though, he also realizes how hungry he actually is.

"Hey, hand me another one, will you?"

"Of course," Diarmuid holds out several bars to him. "I grabbed a whole handful since I had no idea how long it had been since you last ate anything or exactly how many you would need to get your energy back. I brought you some water too so you would have something to wash them down with. It's not beer, but..."

He raises an eyebrow at his brother, "If you ask me to drink some of the water so that it will taste better, I am going to dump it over your head."

"Nah, I'm not gonna ask for that. Just bite down into every nutrition bar?"

Right after saying that, he grins and ducks for cover, expecting to get a cold water shower any second.

Diarmuid thinks about it. He really does, but in the end, luck favors Cu Chulainn for once in his life and Diarmuid just tosses the rest of the nutrition bars at his brother instead, "What am I now your mother? I don't recall signing up for that! Next thing you are going to want me to chew them for you too."

"Oh come on, I'm not at that level yet."

He rips open another nutrition bar and bites down. Though it tastes nasty, he devours it in two bites. The next ones goes down the same way. He really is hungry.

"Though maybe a bedtime story..."

"Well, stories and songs are two things I won't deny people. I guess you are in luck there," He smiles and then gives his brother a critical look. "You really must be hungry the way you are putting those away. Maybe I should have brought more..."

"Well, I haven't eaten in a week or two."

He pops another bar into his mouth.

"But I don't think I'll need anymore. I'll get the rest of my energy back from sleeping."

And down goes another one.

"Just stick around? Until I'm sleepy?"

Until he's sure he won't have nightmares.

"A week or two? You fool!" Diarmuid gives his brother a disapproving look, but the look doesn't last long. After all, if Waver had been the one taken instead of Ayaka...

No...he isn't even going to let himself think about that.

"I have no intention of leaving you until you wake again. This is no time to sleep unguarded. Not with so many monsters roaming around."

That, and after taking so long to notice his brother was missing, Diarmuid doesn't feel like letting the other man out of his sight quite yet. He still feels like he has a lot to make up to him.

"Thanks, bro."

He smiles. It's grateful. Maybe so grateful as to make him seem vulnerable. Like he really does need Diarmuid at his side.

"But if a monster really comes, wake me up. I don't wannna sleep through the action again."

Diarmuid returns his brother's smile with a gentle one of his own. He notices the vulnerability in his brother's look, but for now he just brushes it off to the other servant being so tired and upset about losing Ayaka.

"Of course I will wake you up. If you think I am going to let you be lazy and do all the work myself just because you were a fool who couldn't take care of himself, you have another thing coming!"

"I promise I'll be able to feel my legs again."

His expression falls.

"But...just be careful if it's one of the ones in masks. Those things do...weird stuff when they bite."

Diarmuid steps closer to his brother, first squeezing his shoulder and then gently pushing it down to encourage Cu Chulainn to lay down and rest, "I know you will. Just relax. I have heard some of what the masked ones can do. I will be careful. For now, worry only about regaining your strength so that if one of them brings the fight to us we can be ready to show them why we are called heroes."

Lancer lies back and closes his eyes.

"Then, Bro, can you tell me a story really quickly? I think I'm gonna sleep now so I can wake up earlier.]

Diarmuid smiles, gently ruffling his brother's hair, "Of course, but you will have to tell me what kind of story you want to hear first. What are you in the mood for?"

"Something nice and funny. I've had enough of tragedy to last me quite a while."

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He just wants all his bars to taste like honey...

X.x Cu....

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