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he could tell that shirou seemed more at ease like that, without any attention drawn to the clearly odd circumstances at play. looking into what was causing this strange change could wait a little longer, especially when there seemed to be affection to be had. besides, unnerving him by continuing to point out that something was off would benefit neither of them, and that bright smile of his certainly caught his attention instead.
❛ who said anything about going anywhere ? ❜ he mused in turn, leaning ever closer and stealing another few kisses, noticeably not affording the archer any chance to protest, and slowly shifting his hand to cup his jaw instead as those kisses lingered more and more.
Even if he was relieved that Cú no longer played along with that strange prank it didn't mean that he was ready to be inappropriate in his work space. Sharing a kiss or two hardly counted as that but he knew Cú well enough by that point to know that giving him a fraction would result in him taking a mile and so he hummed into those small kisses. ❛ No, no. ❜ He protested between them and once one of them lingered for too long he playfully wiggled out of his grasp and shoved the small plate of salmon into his hands instead, along with the chopsticks he held.
❛ You either whisk me away or wait to the end of my shift. I can't get distracted while at work. ❜ He mused and returned back to his station as he spoke.
it was worth worrying over it, he thought, but it seemed that archer remained oblivious to the fact that something was off at all. it didn't seem to cause any harm, at least ; his cooking tasted the same, he offered him affection still and seemed to recall everything about chaldea, as far as he could tell. that it might be a spell at work was likely enough, but if it were to be one that was going to simply fade again, as most would, there was not really any reason for him to make a big fuss right away.
besides, if he was feeling less grumpy in the wake of it then he might as well try to capitalise on that. he already leaned in for that second bite just to be denied another taste, and promptly pursed his lips in protest. his arm tightened around archer's middle, free hand lifted to grasp his chin and tilt his head towards himself properly. ❛ pay more attention to me, then. ❜
Cú had always been a mischievous man, someone whose teasing could and did often get past what Shirou was expecting but he still couldn't deny that seeing him drop that strange act of theirs was relieving. That his arm tightened around him and that he pulled his chin closer meant, at least to him, that things were going back to normal and because of that, he smiled a brighter smile at him and gratefully stole a brief kiss from his lips.
❛ And just abandon my station? That doesn't seem fair. ❜ He mused against his lips and nuzzled his nose against his cheeks. ❛ Unless you plan on whisking me away, I'm afraid my hands are tied. ❜
whatever was going on was certainly weird. his lover suddenly sporting different hair and a different shade altogether was one thing, but that he neither seemed aware of it nor acted quite as aloof as usual certainly sparked some measure of concern. he was glad, at least, that it seemed that he recalled who his lover was, and when he smiled and offered him a taste of that typically delicious cooking of his, he was a little more reassured that he knew their dynamic, too.
he shifted closer, though his expression didn't change much, remaining somewhat neutral and thoroughly curious, moved to his side and draped an arm around him when he leaned in to snatch the piece of fish right from his chopsticks. a moment of idle chewing followed, before his head turned, a soft hum sounded and he pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips before even swallowing that bite. ❛ mh … that's some good stuff. ❜
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He refused to go along with the whole farce of people not knowing him or thinking him strange. If people were going to play strange pranks on him then he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of looking annoyed or even showing frustration. Especially if that person was Cú; part of the charm was not letting him frustrate him too much after all and Shirou was all too fond of his smiling face to risk making him pout by being too frustrated.
Instead, when he wrapped his arm around his side, he leaned into him and took another piece of the salmon he prepared, dipping it into the sauce a little more before offering him the bite again. Except this time he quickly moved the chopsticks away before he could snatch it and ate the bite himself. ❛ Stop acting so weird if you want more of it. Come on, that serious face doesn't even suit you. ❜
a certain lancer has been watching this red-haired version of emiya while he goes about whatever chores needed doing in the kitchen. alas, he is being very obvious about it, to a point of simply standing in the doorway and downright staring at him.
Everyone seemed to be acting strange around him today and while he was mildly miffed about it, as he thought nothing was different about him, he wasn't about to partake in whatever prank everyone seemed to be playing on him. He went about his day diligently as always, chatting with the baffled staff at the canteen with him and being helpful whenever he spotted someone needing a hand and thought people would eventually stop their charade.
That Lancer seemed to partake in the same prank didn't surprise him but like with everyone else, Shirou decided to ignore his involvement, too. He didn't acknowledge him at first, but only because he was a little bust keeping everything at the right temperature. Once the sauces, soups and stews were stabilised, he seared a quick slice of marinated salmon on a pan with a sprig or two of asparagus along it, topped it with one of the glazed sauces and brought it over to his lover on a small, rectangular plate.
❛ Don't just stand there, help me out. ❜ He urged and used his chopstick to pick up a piece of salmon that easily fell off the rest of it and offered it to Cú with a light, soft smile (though one that still didn't reach his eyes). ❛ Be my test bunny and try this out? ❜
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One day, Archer wakes up with pale skin, red hair and bright, golden eyes and despite everyone treating him like he's different or strange, he seems to think nothing is amiss. Aware that he's a servant, he simply goes about his duties in a quiet, if slight annoyed way that everyone seems to think he's different. The fact that he's more talkative, kinder and more social doesn't seem strange to him.
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Figures.
-----we should all practice blocking and moving on. it's easier on your psyche!
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Since they’re busy Caster is gonna go ahead and reach into Emiyas pocket for one of the rocks Setanta put in there.
---hey, those are his stones thank you very much. put them back
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Caster is here, belatedly, but rather than swindle some cheesy bread he simply presses himself against Archer's back with a small yawn; a hand raises just enough to gently hold onto the red fabric at his waist, but it seems as though he simply wants to exist nearby, forehead resting gently against the back of Emiya's.
Sleepily, his free hand tucks between Archer's arm and waist to sit in front of him, palm up, and he presents the charming man with a little firework show of magic. Delicately colored sparks popping softly in the form of flowers.
A bouquet, just for him.
Mornings usually saw him productive; if he wasn't exercising or showering right after then he was heading off to the cafeteria to work and usually didn't have time to linger in places talking to anyone. That said, exceptions always existed and Archer had never found a rule he couldn't bend a little, even his own. And Cú Chulainn was easily someone he bent them for without much issue.
He paused when he felt him against his back, a familiar scent invading his personal space but his complaints were quickly swallowed when he heard that yawn behind him. Something about it felt too sweet to muddle with his usual grumpiness, even if the thought alone had him feeling flustered but his warmth against his back, his scent, the way he held onto him all spelled something too delicate to brush away with his usual brash words. Instead, his hesitation provided enough time for caster to conjure those fireworks before him and his eyes lit up at the display of magic, following every spark and every light until it formed the shape of petals and stems that took his breath away.
His heart squeezed, just slightly, in his chest and his fingers reached up to delicately brush against the bulbs of the flowers, testing their form and just how delicate they were before he simply slumped back against him, his other hand gently grasping his wrist and pressing it to his stomach until he could effectively trap himself in Cú's arms. ❛ They're gorgeous, thank you. ❜
a certain lancer has fallen to boredom, which means that sooner or later he was bound to end up bugging archer again. in this case, he made his way behind him outside of the kitchen, eager fingers grasping his waist on both sides and offering an appreciative squeeze. along with it, the warrior's head settled atop emiya's shoulder, then turned to ensure his lips brushed against his ear. ❛ archer — you're free, right ? let me whisk you away for a bit. ❜
He wasn't always holed up in the cafeteria so for once he could easily be caught unawares without being annoyed by an interruption. Not that he would be nowadays - Cú quickly became a welcome sight in his day and he often hoped he would come and interrupt whatever he may be doing. That he would catch him just as he was leaving was also to be expected though but his hands felt warm and familiar on his waist by then and he easily lost a smirk when he felt his hands pull him back.
That said, his voice against his ear had a shiver run down his spine and the archer quietly hummed in response, his head tipping backwards to search for that brilliant ruby gaze. ❛ And where do you plan on whisking me to? ❜ He questioned, fingers reaching to bury in that blue hair of his as his smile still played fondly on his lips. ❛ What if I am busy? ❜
lancer has come to give archer puppy eyes until he gets affection, too.
It was almost like clockwork that the lancer would appear as soon as someone else got a crumb of attention. But rather than be annoyed, the archer let out an endeared sigh and offered Cú the same type of pull apart bread as he made his younger counterpart, although unlike the saber, he was also given a little forehead smooch before he was sent on his way.
Sétanta is here and he has decided to give Mr Archer one (1) kiss on the cheek and a flower. He will also request some cheesy bread.
It was adorable that the little saber always brought some kind of offering whenever he came asking for snacks when Archer would have made him whatever he asked for just because he was usually so respectful. Still, as that kiss on the cheek was offered and the flower presented, Emiya sighed softly and ruffled Setanta's hair, completely endeared by his antics and set the single flower in a small, thin vase he found among the many things cluttering the kitchen. Unfortunately, though, he wasn't the type to settle for anything mediocre so Setanta's requested snack comes quite a bit later; a decadent, soft and buttery bread was kneaded for the little one, then shaped into a pull apart bread with each section stuffed with cheese and then glazed with herbal butter before baked in the oven.
Truly spoiling the adorable menace as he was always meant to be spoiled.
Saber's most loyal knight, Bedivere, is here to proposition Archer. He catches him in the hall, politely and gently intercepting him with a friendly wave.
"You are the one Mine King considers a friend, yes? I would very much like to get along with you as well, so please, accept this as a token of gratitude for giving her the most gracious gift of companionship." He presents the Archer with a box, in side of which is an incredible tea set.
"Perhaps, if you would find it agreeable, you and I could speak again some time. I believe it would be quite the joy to know you."
@spurhill
It was perhaps one of the more awkward experiences he made in Chaldea; after all, he only remembered some small bits and pieces of the Holy Grail War that held him as a master but one of the more distinct memories was failing to protect Saber. Having a greater understanding of summoned servants now that he was one didn't lessen that uncomfortable feeling he felt whenever he thought of her death and the one that roamed the halls of Chaldea now did not remember their pact nor him ever being her master which was why he found Bedivere's declaration of friendship to be so awkward.
It would be rude of him to dismiss that gift, however, especially when it came from one of the knights he found the most palatable of the bunch. As an outsider looking in, Bedivere seemed the most sensible and grounded of the bunch so despite his mild discomfort, he accepted the box with a polite bow of his head and examined the set within. His awkwardness only grew with the expert craftsmanship he noticed and briefly he glanced aside, as if looking away from that display of sincere gratitude would help him settle his thoughts better.
❛ It's my privilege to be someone she considers a friend. ❜ He said with his gaze returning back towards the knight and he was certain his failure to protect her would have had her most loyal companion turn his sword at him but he needn't make his life harder than it already was. ❛ And I would be honoured to befriend one of her most loyal knights. Perhaps you and I could find the time to use this lovely gift together. ❜
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despite his dislike for the way they had been dancing around one another, he had humoured it for a reason. people were plainly more complicated than mere logic ; fear needed to be taken into account, worry skewed reason, emotions swayed choices and circumstances impacted the entirety of everything. a small shift could ruin one's decision, even one's very wants or needs, and aventurine had always been a man who prioritised weighing the value of a gamble's outcome over certainty, no matter how carefully crafted it may be. being clear in his intentions, pursuing the doctor clearly and carefully would never have been an option as too much of it fell outside of those games of chance. an element of unpredictability had always been vital, something others were helpless in the face of that the stoneheart was cursed to be favoured by. that, and it was easy to brush off a wager rather than failure or rejection when one plainly bared their heart.
a glimpse at his heart was a precious sight indeed, then, and when he stared at him after his cheek had been kissed he silently, just for his own benefit, enjoyed the sight. it looked like surprise, unmasked and sincere, without concern, without any indication that he may simply raise his shoulders and turn his head, deciding against moving closer after all. he awaited his reaction after that, and noticed his own gaze softening significantly when his palms found the doctor's cheeks in turn. the gentle wave of relief that followed was faintly unexpected, but thankfully overshadowed by the softness he felt in their lips finally meeting. one hand remained in place, cradled his face even though the kiss was an unmoving one, while the other shifted, his arm draping around the gambler's middle and settling with his palm against his lower back, both to keep him close and to still refrain from locking him in place entirely.
Throughout the years of knowing Ratio, he had been met with patience and kindness at every turn. Beneath his sharper words and stoic expression sat a heart that placed great meaning on his own well-being as well as those of others. A heart that wanted to see people and civilisations do better, that cared not only for the immediate community surrounding them but the general state of the universe. He didn't know anyone else that took such great care in the betterment of everyone's lives, regardless of status, planet or background and who better to care for his heart than the man who seemed so conscious of how fragile it was? He didn't trust that anyone else would take such careful care of his heart, of his mind and his comfort. Long before the fallout of Penacony did he get the feeling that the doctor cared about him in a way he would only call ill advised and truthfully, he didn't know when exactly his own feelings started to shift towards affection, too.
It started with trust, however, and at the time, it had scared him. He was a man who knew well enough how valuable such a thing was and how easily exploitable it was because of it. He remembered the day he had handed him the gun and forced it against his own chests, testing the very boundaries of that affection and trust he was building with him and he had regretted it shortly after - but all the more so in that moment. Ratio's affection seemed pure, seemed unshakable and untouchable, the trust he placed in him something worth treasuring and nurturing and he was glad they had reached a point where he felt comfortable and even safe with his arm wrapped around his middle. It wasn't about feeling constrained, it was about comfort then and there, about the ability to understand he was sharing himself with someone worth believing and in truth, it was a little relieving. For the first time in years, he felt like he had someone in his corner of the galaxy and he didn't brave the vast nothingness on his own so when Ratio returned the kiss, he exhaled in relief and parted them slowly, tentatively moving them against his to show he meant to be a little more to him.
