* THE UNIVERSAL SOUL !

the company has not gone unnoticed, golden gaze comes to meet the lancer for but a moment before focus returns to the project at hand ( here, the air is filled with magic, something old & powerful beyond the imagination of mankind ). the caster has no qualms with the presence of the lancer ; how prideful he is, as always. how he has always adored teaching others, showing how far magecraft could go. how far alchemy could go. how strong the power of the soul if handled with care. 

paracelsus von hohenheim, however, is not gentle. not capable of handling a soul with care & each day it haunts him, regardless of how things have played out. regardless of her forgiveness — he has never been gentle, even if he pretends to be so. for hektor, he will pretend, as he does for everyone who he deems not yet worthy of knowing the truth ( of everyone who needs not know the truth, his rotted soul ). as he has done for ages, now —

@azothbladed

“ I SAW HER TODAY. “

Surprising though it may be, the information does not come from a place of sadistic pleasure.  “ ASSASSIN and I were looking around, to observe the masters.  She’s been CHOSEN by the GRAIL.  As I had presumed she would be … but … it appears she’s accepted another servant as her own.  A DOG at her feet … the irish lancer CU CHULLAIN. “  There’s a long drawn sigh as she makes herself comfortable. 

“ Do you think then that she’s FORGOTTEN you? “ 

❛ cu chullain ... is that so ... ❜ he has come a long way from being the impulsive man prone to cruel outbursts, the man who cursed five scholars to death. the man who had laughed in the face of tradition knowing that all the prestige in the world would be worthless should a true plague come to be. & yet, he’d not come so far from the ambitious young man who had created the philosopher’s stone, who used his true magic to commit horrid acts — he’s learned to suppress emotions, not how to stop feeling them. 

the thought of misaya with an unworthy dog makes him feel ill, rage bubbling just under his skin — he takes another breath as if that would calm him. as if that would make the lancer vanish so he could enact his plan ( he reaches to touch the ribbon in his hair, thinks of her laughter ). she was supposed to call him back from this hell & yet she hadn’t. the two of them had been apart & he knew she’d not forgotten, not truly. a person could never forget someone who made such an impact — even in this shadowed form, he knew misaya & surely ... ❛ she could not forget me if she tried. i am selfish, i made certain a part of me would always be with her — ❜