How could such a beautiful being exist?
The knight brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, taking care not to stir the blonde. He wouldn't like her to wake just yet, he only so seldom saw her look this peaceful.
Her chest rose and fell slowly. She really was asleep. Diarmuid sighed. What to do? What to do? Ever since he'd been given the chance to live again, he'd spent most of his time with the little king. Without her, he didn't really do anything. Much less want to do anything.
Perhaps I shall wait.
Moving quietly, he pulled a chair by her bed and sat down. He was happy Shirou and his family had given Saber a place to stay, and even more pleased they had welcomed him even as she slept. It allowed him to see her like this, after all.
He brushed a few more stubborn golden strands out of her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek for longer than they should have.
Arturia was a fierce lioness when she was awake, but like this, she looked so vulnerable it made him worry.
By experience, he knew firsthand that she could take care of herself. She had stressed that too, a couple of times. He knew it. He believed it. But even if he didn't need to...
He wanted to protect her .
He woke up every day hoping to be with her. He smiled just to see her do the same. He went to bed hoping to be her company the next day. Arturia was literally everything to him.
He couldn't even bear to think what would happen if she'd suddenly disappeared.
He sighed audibly at himself, face falling to his hands. Gods, he was so obvious. Diarmuid didn't even bother denying it when Iskandar pointed it out.
He loved Arturia.
Heh. Even saying it in his mind made him blush a bit.
This time, he ran his hand through her golden locks bravely.
Gods, she was so beautiful.
A beautiful mind, a beautiful heart, a beautiful face...And he loved all of her.
Slowly, he found himself gravitating towards his love, and without thinking, he'd dipped down to meet her lips.
What am I thinking?
Catching himself, he stopped abruptly, agonizingly merely millimeters from her mouth, and pulled away just as quickly as he'd moved toward her.
Another sigh. Mentally, he beat himself up and called himself a pitiful fool.
Oh gods, what am I doing with my life?
And he stole a kiss on her forehead instead.
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