c h e r u b i m

                       ❝Oh, how TERRIBLE.        When did my Servant become more useless than a dog?❞

It has been said many times before that Misaya resembles Cu’s old teacher, Scathach. In many ways she is very similar to the ancient warrior queen---red eyes, a countenance for ruling, and pride among other things.

They are, in my opinion however, two sides of the same coin. This is just a headcanon, mind you.

MISAYA was cursed as a young girl to become a Fallen (or a shambling zombie) should she not win the Grail and remove the curse from herself. Her whole life is shadowed by this curse as well as the desperate desire to live. Ultimately...her desire is not fulfilled. Though its been years since I read it, I think it was Setanta that had to kill her in the end before moving to be Ayaka’s servant? At the least I’ve held that thought for many years now.

SCATHACH, on the other hand, has the curse of “living”--if one can call it living. As a being that has come in close contact with spirits and otherworldly beings and has fought them all and won, she can no longer be considered human, Divine Spirit, or Heroic Spirit. In my opinion, she longs for that death she can never have, preferably by Cu if that is possible. There was some debate on the internet if Scathach’s wish was truly to die or if her wish was to fight someone who could kill her. Upon Bond Level 5, she says

「ああ、そうとも……私は望んでいるよ、死を」

In this line she literally wishes to die. “Ahh, that’s right...that is what I wish for, death.” Even in her interlude she implored Cu to finish her off and that she has “lived for an eternity” though her soul (perhaps as a warrior) is dead. In her eyes she has been denied the right to die as a warrior. Scathach is too powerful and therefore must find someone powerful enough to kill her.

       @cherubxm hit that heart for attention.

Listen. Grimmjow likes to think he can call it on the first glance, so when he looks at her and feels like she’s both trouble and annoying, he of course…. 

flocks to her like a moth to flame. 

“Who th’ fuck are you?” 

The dogs around her feet growled, though they were still at a safe distance from him. A false sense of security gave them courage to bare their fangs in the Arrancar’s direction. Their Master walked up behind them slowly, heels hitting the dirt path with purpose. Long boots rode up her thighs to her black shorts and the coat she wore flapped in the wind.

“OH, you must be something interesting for them to stay so far back.” The group of familiars parted like open doors and let her through to the front of them. “What cowards.” There was a hint of a smile as her hand petted the head of the nearest one, her beta, who gave a slightly whimper and licked her hand.

It was then that she caught sight of the mask on his face. A partially broken mask at that, and as far as she could tell there was nothing holding it up.

For a split second she looked at him coldly, and she prepared herself to snap at him out of reflex. She managed to refrain, however, and closed her eyes for a moment or two before looking back at him with a sickeningly sweet smile.

“There’s some joy to be had in disemboweling your enemies and watching them scream in horror, to be sure. But yours?” Misaya stood up then and began to close the distance between them.

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The girl stopped dead in her tracks with one hand placed firmly on her waist. For how long had she gone without noticing the presence, she wondered? That fact irritated her alone it seemed. It wasn’t until she was approaching her Manor did she notice the unwanted attention. The runes and protective barriers she had placed alerted her to the intruder, but it was a fleeting thing and could have easily been missed or misunderstood. Like a gentle wind one could barely feel.

Whoever it was, they were exceptionally good at concealment. Were she not confident in her ability to set up barriers she would have assumed someone had stumbled upon a rune or marking and nudged it with their toe.

“I’ve dealt with plenty of stalkers before but...” Misaya turned then, her eyes scanning the nearby buildings of the quiet road she was on. It was so late that very few people were up and about.

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Sable colored hair fell in thick tendrils around the nape of her neck while the rest was held up by a simple clip near the top of her head. Her neck and shoulders were exposed to the steam that floated about the bathhouse. A simple white towel surrounded her body as she stepped into the bath.