TO THE END

CUDDLES ARE SUPERIOR. // your muse is the big spoon

“Since I’m the taller one, shouldn’t our positions be reversed?” Melt wasn’t actually superior in height, at least without her heels. Laying on a bed, of course, she would have dematerialized them earlier. To avoid accidents, for the most part.

In this situation, though, she was considering equipping them again - sans the spikes - to pull the ‘argument’ to her favor. Just to make a point.

“... or perhaps this is a knight thing.” Also a factor to consider, even if she would lose as she would ‘concede’ to allow him his tradition. Still, to cradle her form like this, even if he did envelop her in comforting warmth and affection... “I don’t need protection, though - I’m not some hapless maiden you need to save.”

The sentiment wasn’t completely displeasing, however. At least, the thought that he considered her a maiden worth guarding. Not that she needed it. Obviously.

CUDDLES ARE SUPERIOR. // your muse just had a nightmare and needs cuddles to fall asleep again

Dreams rarely came for Meltryllis, as she rarely slept. After all, she insisted that Servants did not require sleep, and not having been ‘alive’ in the truest sense prior to becoming a Servant, she had even less of a reason to use the excuse that it was something she used to do when she had been living.

Still, it did not mean that she did not sleep at all. After more worthwhile battles, especially when the opponent did manage to cause harm to her form, she did get into a habit of taking naps.

Only after ascension did her dreams - her memories, actually, twisted into worse nightmares by a vivid imagination engine - begin to affect her. Badly.

A familiar scream - her own - as she lost bits and pieces of herself (literally) to the accursed witch turned demon turned poor excuse of her reflection. Reaching for someone - to protect futilely, to seek help moments too late, to push away to no avail - and begging for them to be spared. Telling them to run away. Only, the other never listens to her. Asks in turn to spare her - unfeeling, unkind monster her - from inevitable destruction. The amused grin that told her this was it. This was the end. One final strike on her should--

The Alter Ego wakes up, blue eyes wide but sight blocked by strands of pale hair. Not her own, but belonging to someone she knew well. “Bedi... vere..?”

Had it been anyone else, she would not have reacted as docile as she did in the moment. No one else could hold her this close without being attacked or otherwise harmed, too.

CUDDLES ARE SUPERIOR.

"That tickles, you know," he managed, head tilting back to try and avoid the warm breath at the junction of his neck and shoulder. To no avail - he was laughing. Quickly losing breath. All because of one affectionate boyfriend.

He ought to seriously stop the other, but Rinon was being cute right now. It wasn’t an easy task to think of doing. To begin with, between chuckles and attempts to take in more air, there wasn’t much time to think at all.

CUDDLES ARE SUPERIOR.

This... this was rather awkward. He had instinctively moved to turn his phone alarm off - he had work in a few hours, he has to get ready - and found that he couldn't move. Because there was someone laying on his arm.

Rinon was laying on his arm, asleep.

Ah, right - they had crashed on the couch last night, talking about... he's forgotten at the moment, but the ended up asleep soon after, by the looks of it.

What to do? He had to show up in time, and that meant leaving the couch and Rinon. Should he wake the other up?

... he'll try not to, first.

CUDDLES ARE SUPERIOR.

They have come a long way since then, and to think that, had someone told Shinya that he would have one day been this close with Rinon, he would have laughed before.

It was almost like a miracle, this bond of theirs. Their love, that would change so much about them. For the better this time, of course.

Such a bright and bold red shone before her eyes on the face of her cherished flower. Kagu didn’t suspect her kiss could have such a drastic effect on Elpis’s being. Was it too hot for comfort?

Pretty… what a word, to be given that was unlike most of what she was accustomed to receiving. But Elpis was one who was full of surprises, so much for her even when she had not earned it. The Ruler should have felt blessed.

“Your eyes are like the flicker of a flame, they catch my gaze and hold it there until I find myself staring for hours on end.” such long and delightful sentences, Kagutsuchi really was smitten with her. Daring to show feelings that not even other Gods had seen before.

“Are you sure I am pretty, pretty like you?” her fingers touched the tip of her chin, wondering how true it was. Although, there was certainly a smile on her face from that heartfelt compliment.

More than the kiss was the expectation of a kiss, one that Elpis had only read about in the books of the library here in Chaldea. Of course, that had not gone the way she thought it would be (most likely a blessing, all things considered), but all the same the affection would fluster her. It was not something she often received before, after all - worship was different from this and far more impersonal - and any instance she did get it, would result in this.

“Your words flatter me immensely.” It was too hot, Elpis thought, blushing. Yet she could not bring herself to get the other to stop, craving the praise as much as they flustered her beyond words.

Well, sometimes you’re raised by Morgan le Fay and you become evil.

That’s just how it is.

For him to say that - Merlin, who was her teacher for the most part, the one who should know her best back then, the one who did know the most about her back then - meant that it must be true, right?

The true instigator of the rebellion was not Mordred, but Morgan.

The reason for Gawain fighting against his fellow knights would be her, too.

... and the malevolent spirit guiding Lancelot to take Gareth's life-- her, her, her.

No wonder she was called the "Ruin of the Round Table." She killed all her children in one fell swoop.

"Teacher, you need help." That's a given, Lily. But also, that was indeed incredibly specific and gay!

"You don't understand? You don't understand?!" Michael exclaimed, just as frustrated - he believes his frustration to be greater - as his sister was. Not his sister, no longer his sister, never was his sister - this traitor, this bitch who dares wear his sister's face, this whore who would choose him!

"He has gone against our Creator - a betrayer who has fallen from the heavens, who has descended to hell where he belongs," he explained, as if he were talking to a child, one who had committed a grave error and did not know where she was wrong. Because that was exactly what she was in his eyes. "If anything, you're making this hard - do you agree with what he's done? With what he's done to all of us?!"

The elder of the two approached her, eyes blazing with fury. "You agree with him, don't you?!"

A hand not at her throat, but closed around one of her wings. His grip was vice-like. "You would choose him over us?" Over me?