HAPPY JALTER FRIDAY. A FUCK YOU WELL WISHES TO MY TWITTER ACCOUNT AND X SUPPORT FOR NOT HELPING ME AT ALL.
For the three of you that actually read my work, this one is another update. One that has probably one of my favorite scenes ive been thinking about for literally years at this point. So please enjoy.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He was packing his bag for the day, something he expected to be routine. Ritsuka, for one, usually opted for a quick breakfast. But the growing, intensive laundry list of things for him to do had only grown exponentially since yesterday.
Jeanne Alter had woken him with a quieter, more chaste kiss than on days prior. It was something he noticed, but didn’t question. He ran fingers through her hair and wished her a good morning as he sat himself up and got started with the day. Wordlessly, since he’d made his rounds at the camp.
Medusa was going to take them to EMIYA’s restaurant that morning because they’d forgotten to ask the previous night about their plans with Carmilla, getting further insight into Medb.
Ritsuka thought that if they were lucky, they could catch breakfast.
All the while, Alter was quiet. She had already started sketches. With plans laid in many different directions, today would be a workday. She’d zeroed in and focused once he was up. She was quick to accept his offer to pack for her today.
Medea peeled away the first bandage as they sat at the table in her “bigger on the inside” tent. She looked tired, but he could see the progress of her work with regard to Alter’s outfit being repaired.
And Ritsuka felt himself unwind with tension at the sight. Relief, and it felt like he could deflate completely. The marks on his hands were barely visible. Not that he would have horrible issues with them, but…he’d already accumulated many. While, like the rest, he would’ve considered them badges of honor, even if next to much better-looking servants, it was just…nice for once to have them go away in such short order.
The sorceress smiled at his reaction. “See? As promised, with only very minor looking skin discoloration. Faint scars that can easily be amended.” She tapped the table, “Now hold out your hand.”
He did as she asked, and a green and soothing light emanated from her fingertips. And like before, he winced only for a second, but already he could see the discolored lines disappearing. “Thanks a lot, I appreciate it.”












