DICHOTOMY.

It’s you, so it’s fine. Just don’t hurt yourself again.

“If it’s nothing, why are you pouting?” Archer persists, finds it perhaps a tad too entertaining to know exactly how easy it is to toy with Lancer and apply that to every little piece of life he can work it into. He smiles, slowly; leans an inch closer. “You aren’t bothered, are you?”

Then you should work on it some more, huh?

the four cats, that he loves almost as much as the person they’re named after. :3c

me: mhmm.

You were ogling me in broad daylight.

Except for that time you walked into a pole.

Amusing as it might be to drag things out like this, his heart is much kinder than that. Most of the time, at least. Lancer’s torment ends with the treat melting into nothing, Archer casually twirling the stick between his fingers and finally glancing over to his suffering mess of a partner, either brow raised. “What?”

can a man not enjoy a popsicle? oh, look, it’s blue. how convenient. it’s going back in his mouth.

If you do something to them, you’re gonna get it.

First of all, you’re going to hurt yourself winking like that. Second of all, what are you talking about?

cats don’t know what words mean and i love that about them. i can say “you are a beautiful little angel child and i love you more than anything else in the entire world” but also “you wretched little clown bastard. you’ve created such a big mess and now i have to clean it because i have hands and you don’t. this is god’s cruelest joke.” and they don’t care they just say :3 and put their little paws on me

I might not be a Grail, but I can make all of your wishes come true.

His grasps freed, Archer’s palms find respite on the back of Lancer’s hands to meet him comfortably in their kiss, smile still lingering as his eyes close and he sinks into the affection. It’s endearing, how he would’ve kissed him anyway (something he’s sure Lancer knew himself) yet never once worried about the other not playing along. He’s earned it, Archer thinks, not long before shifting to wrap his arms around Lancer’s neck and press closer.

You sure are.