Thoughts (DiarmuidxArturia)
"Diar,"
He swore on the celtics her voice was that of a goddess. Smooth, sweet, yet firm. Not delicate, but still as lovely.
"Quite like chocolate," he mused, chuckling to himself as he turned to meet the blonde woman that had addressed him with a composed 'yes?'
The woman raised an eyebrow, and Diarmuid was suddenly wondering if his pokerface wasn't as good as he thought it was. It wasn't. At least, the narrowing of Arturia's eyes told him so. A brief panic attack ensued within his mind when he thought of an excuse to make in case she asked him what he was thinking.
Oh, I was just thinking about how beautiful your voice is...just as beautiful as its owner it seems.
Wait...what?!
Diarmuid felt like slapping himself. How did his mind even manage to conjure up something so ridiculous. So stupid. So ridiculously stupid.
Not to mention what would definitely be Saber's reaction. Maybe she'd be shocked? Well...perhaps not. The King of Knights was always so calm and collected, and well, proud, but it wasn't like she didn't have any expressions. She had enough. A simple smile could turn a bad day around, just as one of her frowns could ruin one. Knowing that, she wouldn't really be shocked. More like surprised, he'd say. Whether pleasantly surprised or not, he wouldn't know for sure though.
He could picture it now. Her eyebrows would probably go up, simultaneously with her green eyes widening. Her jaw would be slightly ajar, but only for a few moments before she regains her composure. And perhaps he could throw a slight pink blush in there too. Or that's what he'd like to hope. Heh. He could really picture it. Like that, she'd look like...kind of like…
Like how she looked now.
Diarmuid blinked.
And then a sudden horrible feeling fell over him.
Did I say that OUT LOUD?!