rekindleme | It's gotten to him, at last.

Who: September and anyone who happens upon him
Where: About town and Building 1, making his way to the second floor
When: Pretty much now.
What: September gathers very strange components and puts together an equally strange device
Warnings: Weird science. Weird Observer stuff. Weird.

People are used to seeing September in just about any place around town. To-day, however, he appears to be on a mission, as the sightings are concentrated in, of all places, hardware and medical supply retailers. Why, yes, there are at least a few of those in town, and he's had to make a few substitutions.

Then he has to haul it across town to the apartment building, and this does not seem to be going well. He stops frequently to catch his breath. Eventually he simply hires a rickshaw and piles himself and his large box of purchases into it, submitting to being carried from point a to point b.

Arriving at the building, it's a lot easier for him to pick up the box and step through spacetime to his apartment, though there's a loud clattering thump as he drops the box.

For the next few hours, there's the vague noise of... something... being built.

What is it?

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Perhaps once he is older, and almost certainly after he has become a Servant and learns of the existence of Second Magic--the thing that is used to explain alternative timelines in his world--Diarmuid will understand. He will understand and argue with September that there must be another way--another way that doesn't involved erasing the good with the bad.

However, for now, it is for the best that September doesn't try to explain. Diarmuid will just be confused and perhaps even scared. After all, he likes September and the last thing he wants is for the man to cease to be.

"I am sure he will do very well too! He has you to look up to even if you can't be with him. That means he will be kind and smart and strong!"

Aw, shucks. Anyone else would blush. Or maybe tear up. While September does feel a small pang of emotion, he can't quite identify it and takes a deep breath, effectively forgetting it for the time being.

"He already is those things," September murmurs. "That is why you remind me of him."

Diarmuid blushes the blush that September doesn't, bowing his head unsure of how to exactly take the compliment, "T-thank you, but I don't think I am those things. Not yet, but someday! A good knight is all of those things after all, and I will be a good knight!"

He doesn't know what to say to that. He's reached the end of his emotional capacity and now it's simply confounding him and leaving him blinking slightly stinging eyes. He'd scarcely gotten to know his son before he had to hide him from his people, but it's times like these that Diarmuid's resemblance is almost painful and for that, he has no words.

So he pulls Diarmuid into a tight hug, instead, as though hoping the boy will know what he means.

Diarmuid returns the hug just as tightly as he can and wishes there was some way to bring September's son here--to this place where it's peaceful and they would be able to be together like a father and son should be. Sadly, as far as he knows, who is brought here is totally random. Who knows if another from September's world will even arrive.

"I know I'm not your son, but whenever you need someone to hug, I will be here."

September's eyes prickle and start to water again. He holds onto Diarmuid, trying to pull himself together. He would say that he could do the same for Diarmuid, that even though he isn't the boy's father, he could always come to him for anything, but he hasn't got the words for such powerfully emotional thoughts.

"Thank you," is all he is able to say.

"You are welcome. Always!" Diarmuid gives September a squeeze, seeming content to stay there as long as the man wants him to, all plans for returning to practicing gone.

Some things are just more important than training.

It's gotten to him, at last.

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Wrap this up soon, maybe? c:

I was just thinking that myself! Great minds and all. :-D