Guðrún

protector / protectee starters

“Ah, you’re right. I’m sorry.” Well, that was a stupid question but he was alright with that. Any interaction with her, regardless if it made them look awkward was nice. Then, I’ll be seeing you later. Said the Saber with a wave of his hand as he leaves the room, the sliding sound of the door indicated that he was out.

He had left to another room and changed his outfit to the Super Biz from Las Vegas summer Singularity, after that he checked his pockets, he wanted to make sure everything was in good conditions and that nothing would go wrong, not just because of his innate bad luck thanks to the Gold’s curse, but as they both were followed by misfortune it was just the most obvious course of action.

After a while, he is waiting outside the designated waiting point leaning in the wall with his arms crossed. There he notices the gaze of someone falling on him, and as he turns he smiles.

 “Ah, you arrived.” He stands straight and makes a small bow, honored to be next to her highness’ presence. “I was just about thinking of picking you up, unless you wanted me to do so. My apologies in advance. In any case, you look beautiful, Kriemhild.” He extends his hand, and looks at her eye to eye.

“Shall we go?”

She watches as her husband leaves the room, sighing as she calms herself. Now time to check around! There must be some clothes she could wear for the date! Liiiiike, this one! Looking at it brings so many memories. Is she sure that her master didn't just go around finding out what she likes or used to wear to get these clothes done? Either way, she could use this and some of this stuff too!!

And just like that, she prepared herself for the date; Kriemhild felt so excited about their time alone! Just talking and walking around! How she missed doing such things with him!

Quietly, she stepped out of the room, wearing a beautiful white dress with white shoes and a small umbrella to cover her from the sun. It is very simple, but it surely fits her perfectly! Honestly, it's been a long time since she wore white clothes. After Siegfried's death, she stopped wearing white, but now it feels like she is back to her old times of being a young, innocent princess.

With the new startling addition of a sharp blade being pressed to her neck, Aubrey nearly falls back in panic. It hardly takes any time before her mouth is running ahead of her thoughts again, for better or for worse.

“What the hell?! ‘Heroic’ isn’t pointing a dang weapon at someone!! B-Back off!” Her voice rang loud and tense against the walls, much more showing of a nervous girl her age. “No one is actin’ anything but you being seriously creepy! So quit lying, I don’t need anything from you if you’re all death and threats!”

Backing up to the wall, she feels around for a familiar wooden defense, gripping the bat and pulling it up closer to her. It probably wouldn’t do much if she could get close enough to push or swing at this lady but maybe it’ll at least make her back down or show she’s strong too. If all else fails, she can run away somewhere and try to wash that thing off her hand there.

“.....” Kriemhild only watched as the girl went for the wooden bat, it won’t do anything to her but she’s wondering why a girl like her has that sort of thing “Well, I certainly wonder how you will be surviving this war with other masters but just know I’m not going to hurt you as long as you are useful to me. Do you get that?” she will have to keep calm and not lose her composure. 

The servant walked up to the girl, raising her hand and patting her head showing that she will do no hurt to her “This is where you live?” Kriemhild asked, looking around the room. It is a mess that’s for sure but obviously she won’t say such things to her “Do you live with someone? maybe your parents?”

  After a eventful day of collecting supplies with his fellow Servants and Master, Siegfried spent some time walking around the halls of Novum Chaldea, he was called for duty more often after his most recent strengthening came through. He was glad he could be more reliable to the operation as a whole, be it gathering materials to strengthen Spirit Origins or deal with far tougher opponents.

But he was certainly sad that because of it he couldn’t spend as much time as he wanted with his beloved. And apparently the Master knew of this, so they had told him to wait for a bit and then head back to his quarters. ‘A surprise was awaiting him there’. As far as he knew, Kriemhild was probably taking a cup of tea with the rational Brynhildr, or… albeit not much of his liking, chatting with the Fallen Saint.

”Kriemhild, I’m back.” Of course, he still confirmed his entrance,  not just in the off-chance she was there, waiting for him but to reassure her he wouldn’t leave her side again.

Lo and behold, she was here. Her pale figure standing in front of a mirror, sporting a 2 piece lingerie set combined garterbelt, gloves and thigh high pantyhose. Siegfried stood there, completely speechless, the door automatically closing behind him, he scanned her from head to toe more than once, that’s for sure. Her words reach deaf ears, the deep red color on his face made him ignore everything but the sight of the woman in front of him.

“…I. I should have knocked. I’m sorry.” The awkward silence and awkward aura kept growing in the room. Yes, they have seen each other naked plenty of times, back when they were alive in Burgundy. Yet, it felt like they were newly weds once again. 

“I… You look beautiful, Kriemhild.” Siegfried tried to regain composure but it was quite hard. “I know… it’s just that…It suits you. You look beautiful on it.”

Honestly!! This man!! if he's going to continue staring at her body, she's going to kick him out!! "Y-Youu..!!"

"You look beautiful on it."

"E-Eh?" oh! Now she's the surprised one! he said she looks beautiful! Just hearing him tell her those words completely broke her! Her heart is beating so fast that it may come out, and her face is beginning to turn red!! Kriemhild quickly covers her face, not wanting him to see her blushing over his words.

"S-Seriously!! W-Why do you say such things..." it's like back when they were married, when they were shy and alive and full of feelings, it reminds her of the first night they spent together, how nervous she was when he spoke such beautiful words to her, and now he's here repeating such things to her. 

"i-if your trying to fluster me is not going to work! r-really!" Kriemhild avoids his gaze and tries to remain cool! Calm down, Kriemhild, calm down. Don't lose yourself!

  Gudrun. The mention of that name makes Siegfried’s already tense stance to stiffen more. At the danger of Brynhildr trying to attack them both, he took a step forward, he would soak whatever hit came to them with his Noble Phantasm. However, as she continued, his stance slowly relaxed yet still in alert.

“Correct. It’s Siegfried and Kriemhild.” He nodded, he was fully, painfully aware of the similarities between the opposites of both of them. With Sigurd on a full time expedition with no sight of returning any time soon, he was stuck in a very dangerous crossfire. 

“There is no need to raise your voice, my beloved. It was a simple misunderstanding.” He turns to Kriemhild, and silently nods. Of all the things he wanted to avoid was a full on brawl between them.

“My apologies, Lady Brynhildr. We did not mean to disturb you this late. We were discussing some private matters that we didn’t realize we would walk into you.”

Kriemhild stayed quiet, taking a deep breath to calm herself down; this is not Brunhild, the woman she had to deal with back then but seeing her coming up to her husband saying such things...just made her angry!

"...I apologize..." she whispered, staying behind her husband as she stared at Brynhild. Yes, it is a misunderstanding, nothing more...nothing to worry about! Still, she was concerned, so she wrapped her arms around Siegfried's arm.

"I'm sorry for my attitude earlier...and I hope your Sigurd comes soon; either way, we won't disturb you any further. We shall take our leave."

"...I wonder what Siegfried will think of this..."

Suddenly Kriemhild hears the door opening, the voice of her husband announcing himself from his return "Ah S-Siegfried!!" both of them stare at each other, a very long silence..." I-I was gifted these clothes!! and I wanted to try them out!" no response from him.

"mMMM!! D-Don't get the wrong idea!! I-I didn't wear this for you or anything!!" that was a lie of course and still no response from him, looks like she took him by surprise.

"I-I SWEAR!! SAY SOMETHING!!! DON'T JUST STAND THERE ALL SHOCKED!! A-AND STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT!!! THIS IS NOTHING NEW!!"

⠀   ⠀⠀  ❝…. Sigurd, why have you been avoiding me? Have I done something wrong?❞   Brynhildr comes forward, speaking quietly. It is just at the cusp of evening hours, and she is already feeling compelled to be by him. To… Kill him, as per demanded by her curse.     

“My husband has nothing to do with you, Brynhildr. If you would excuse us, we are going out!” she says proudly over to the other, seriously just when they were going to have a lovely time together this woman decides to show up and ruin it!!