LANCER.

It was true that Seras often wondered how her life would have been like if her parents had not been taken from her so early in her life. But what she learned over the years was that dwelling in the past never did anyone any good. ❝I hope so at least.❞ Was the response she gave before she returned her attention to what he was doing. To think about it more now wouldn’t be any good. ❝Well … I’m excited! Can you blame me? Imagining that … it all sounds so good …❞

She leaned forward to watch him more closely, taking mental notes as she listened to him speak. ❝Oh, I know what you mean. I’ve been here for almost four years. Or is it five?❞ It’s been so long, she had a hard time keeping track. ❝I keep track with my age so … I’ll be 54 this years so I think it’s been five years.❞ Yes, she was paying attention, noticeable with how she seemed to inch closer and closer the more attentive she was.

Oh, but now she was being given instructions. She immediately jumped turning toward the stove and hesitated for a moment. This should be simple shouldn’t it? As she reached for the things she needed, she listened to him, her eyes growing wide at his own admittance. He couldn’t either? Being within the city made bearing children impossible but even outside of it, they both couldn’t … Wait, why was she thinking of it in that way? 

She immediately shook her head and goes back to her task until again his words make her freeze. Often people said such things merely to make someone feel better but in the way he said them, it sounded so sincere. From within her chest, where her dead heart lay, she could feel an ache at his words. She couldn’t quite place why it was there. Was it simply the longing of wanting such a thing?

❝U-Um … ❞ Unsure of what to say, she turned toward him, her gaze meeting his. ❝Is this correct?❞ She asked, mentioning toward the skillet. She could blame her flushed cheeks on the heat in front of her.

    「♞」The lancer gives a gentle nudge on her shoulder with his arm, smiling gently to give her that beam of confidence. Everyone had their own story on how they became the person they are now. “DO you feel happy with who you’ve become?” It wasn’t a question to make her weary, it was more so his curiosity on how she perceived herself now that she was grown. “I can see a strong woman within your eyes, don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” Diarmuid gives her a small nod, hoping he didn’t make her uncomfortable with his questions. Quickly he changes the subject back to the cooking, giving her yet another approving nod. “Oh no, not at all!  A fine cuisine is to be appreciated no matter,  I’m glad I could share this at least.”

   Diarmuid continues to whisk just a little extra in the bowl,  eyes carefully watching her so she wouldn’t accidentally hurt herself on accident. It was amusing to see how attentive she was about the whole cooking thing. “That long? Time is no stranger here..” The man gives it a moment to recall his times here, Not as long as her stay but it certainly felt like it. “I believe it was two or three years for me.. yet a time where I was no longer here. But alas,  here I am.” Silently he sighs, not like his time here was all that bad. “You look good for your age.”a light jest, he laughs.

Every so often his eyes would linger between the project at hand and her, uncertain which one was far more appealing. Their conversations have been nothing BUT pleasant, even when they were fighting off monstrous hounds. He sets the bowl down and pushes it towards her, “Yes. Now tilts the pan at all angles to coat the bottom with the butter as it melts. We wouldn’t want a burnt omelette do we?”

     RAGE DOES NOT CHANGE WHO HE IS, but rage changed who she was. Or is that a fallacy in itself? A mask for how she utilizes the Holy Grail as a scapegoat for her own, entrenched ferocity? Drowning in that tainted rot did naught but break the confines of her inner demons. What came to life thereafter was a product of her own existence, flooding realism into idealism, making her realize things… like how he would have inevitably perished at her hands, regardless of Kiritsugu’s scheme. Diarmuid Ua Duibhne’s defeat had been written in the stars long before that war began.

     “Vengeance can be yours if you so choose. I do not have my abilities here. My sword is not by my side. You would be able to strike me without thinking twice. But it is likely… that you are still far too kind for your own good.” Oh, but what does he prattle on about? “Or have you become mad? We’ve not a single interaction with each other since that night. Your eyes… are they still blinded by the blood of betrayal?”

  「♞」The lancer doesn’t let up on his grip, instead, he twirls the weapon in the palm of his hand then pointed the tip in her direction. Sternly does he speak in her presence, his golden hues fogged with the bitterness that her master left him with. “Your head naked upon the tip of me spear would be satisfying,” Closer he steps, the tip just inches away from her throat. But what fairness would that bring him if he were to strike down the saber at this given moment? Surely it would only be right to repay pain, however, it was not her blade that took  him down. 

  “But I won’t stoop as low as the man you called Master.”

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It was noticeable how the mention of her mother affects her by the way she froze. It was for a split second, however, and she turned to him with a small smile curving her lips. ❝No … I was orphaned at a young age so there was very little that my mother could teach me.❞ It pained her a little, to talk about this, but she has had years to cope, so she quickly recovered. ❝Ah, really? What I would give to get a taste of those meals.❞ Seras could only dream about it now.

She perked up at his words, her smile growing. ❝Absolutely! I mean, I don’t need to know this but I need a hobby, dammit.❞ Seras had gone on for too long without doing anything productive. She nodded, almost bouncing in her place with how excited. ❝Oh, yes! I’m fine with omelettes. I loved them when I was human from what I remember.❞

Her face seemed to redden even more, however, with his hand brushing hers to steady it. ❝I-I suppose … there was a time when I dreamed of such a thing but, I can’t bear children anymore.❞ Even if she wasn’t in the city, such a thing was not possible for a vampire. ❝That and well, I have an eternity to live. Who would want to spend it with me?❞ A lot was taken from her when she became a vampire. One of them being the ability to create a family and to find someone to love for the rest of her life. It was probably why creatures like her should not seek things like that.

If he said any more she’d burst red like a tomato with how much she was blushing. ❝S-Sure … but until then …❞ Until then? Who knew?

       「♞」The air between them felt heavy afterwards, the comment seeping into her mind, as her expression shows him the subtle pain. It wasn’t like he knew of her younger childhood, yet he couldn’t help but feel just a tiny bit guilty for assuming. “Ah..” Diarmuid softly speaks, “Cooking isn’t what defines you as an adult.  I’m certain they are proud of who you shaped  out to be, Lady Seras.” He offers a smile in hopes to reassure her, easing whatever pain he could on the outside. She was a strong woman after all, and he could see it in her eyes. “You bounce back fast,” the lancer notes but quickly replies with a bigger smile. “Aye! think of fresh meats and grown goods from the fields.”

     He reaches for a bowl to crack the eggs into, then grabbing the salt and pepper to shake gently into it. “A hobby could be good to keep yourself sane, time here is unpredictable.” Diarmuid nods, now fetching a cup to put just even a little bit of water. He’d then pour it into the mix, picking up the whisk from within the drawer. “You’re watching closely, yes? omelettes are fairly simple to make and need very little.”

She was glad that he wasn’t bothered at all by her request, especially with the little time she had given him to prepare. Still, he seemed happy and maybe eager to help her out, which she was grateful for.

❝W - Well … no. Even when I was human, I never got the chance to learn.❞ She truly didn’t, especially with the way she was raised. The orphanage she lived in had rarely done anything for her. She laughed, embarrassed as she hides a bit behind a bag. ❝And as a vampire I really don’t have a need. But learning new things is a good thing, isn’t it?❞

Seras was busy with taking things out from bags that she nearly misses what he says. When it registers in her mind, however, she nearly drops what she is holding. ❝N-No! Why would I want to impress someone like that?❞ She could feel her face begin to redden from the implication. ❝B-Besides … I doubt anyone would have any interest in me anyway.❞

      「♞」 Given the history difference, Diarmuid was far older than the vampire by far. So his experience with cooking could definitely differ from her own, though he possessed the upper hand becoming a servant. “No? not even with your mother or grandmother?” He asks her, unaware of the status of her family. “When I was growing up, I often hunted with my father. The meals we cooked were of taste for my land.” Carefully, Diarmuid rolls up his sleeves, reaching for the carton of eggs. “Ah, I can understand the lack of needing a necessity, though experiencing it is still grand isn’t it?”

Even himself as a servant didn’t need to eat or sleep, a lot of it came from their masters that provided the magecraft to keep them freshly healed for battle.Without his master within the city, lancer had to rely on keeping a source of energy. What better way then to eat! “Are omelets fine to learn? Or did you have something else in mind.”

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There were many things that Seras didn’t need as a vampire. One of those being the need for food. The basic human need of eating was rendered useless to Seras, not like it mattered. She was no longer human after all. And along with the need to eat, was the need to cook. Since she didn’t need to cook for herself, she never learned. Granted, there was a point in time when she was human that she wished to learn how, but becoming a vampire had made the desire lessen somewhat.

But just like anything else she wished to do, the desire remained there growing and growing the longer it went unsatisfied. Until she couldn’t stand it any longer.

❝I’m sorry it was short notice, Lancer, but I’m grateful that you were able to come.❞ Seras turned toward the servant, a sheepish smile to her face as she leaned against her kitchen counter. She remembered that Lancer had told her that he was good at cooking and she found herself asking him for help. She was grateful that he was so willing to help her out.

❝I’m pretty sure we have everything we need here but … I don’t even know where to begin …❞

    「♞」Helping another was something he couldn’t just say no to, especially if they possessed a good and sensible heart. It was out of the blue when she had asked him to come teach her, but he was more than willing to lend a hand. The weather was starting to clear up from the nasty winter and springing forward into..well spring of course! Diarmuid was the master of outdoor cooking, give him a grill and some tongs, and expect a good ol’ barbecue. 

     “It’s alright, Lady Seras. coming to a comrades aid is what a knight does, I was just surprised with the sudden request.” The lancer sets down the bag of groceries he picked up for them to practice on, also bring a few pairs of cookware. “Do you not know how to cook even a simple meal?”  A brow raises, a smile teasing his lips. “Though I’m not judging, I was fairly certain my master was not capable of such. Thus why I was handed a silverware to help out, or so i believed.”

🌹 : “I should aim for a strike, yes?” Terms were inconsistent to beliefs, and truthfully a bit confusing even for her impression. Posters and images along the way had featured other phrase with exclamation with each appearance, but to strike would surely mean better yes? No matter, sending ball the distance was what could be interpreted as ideal easily.

“I fail to see the true value to it, but surely there must be something appealing beneath layers.” As with all things, allure and pull could be found with some willpower behind to find. “Lancer, you have me curious: you do not seem as proficient with this activity yourself as you led me to believe..” Case of blind leading the dumb? Ah, what was the worst that could occur. 

Safe place was minded behind the barrier as she observes, but jump suddenly as machine launched an object toward. “Lancer steady yourself!”

   「♞」Such peculiar behaviors did not match the other Saber,  making it terribly hard for him to posses any more anger that he didn’t already have for her face alone. She was full of spirit and energy, the lancer trying to keep up with her words and motions, all while thinking on his own. It was beginning to become difficult to focus on the matters at hand, with all her odd questions about baseball, how could he be angry?

   “I...believe so? My Master was not one to sit down and watch sports, but I have seen commercials of such in Fuyuki.” He was a warrior, a knight, a tool..not some sports player.

Diarmuid looks at the bat, then to the machine. Behind it had a large net to catch the flying balls from hitting others wandering the streets. Beside them were a gate to prevent stray misses hitting the other players. Though with the strength of a servant..just how sturdy were these devices? “Enjoyment? or a hobby if its like any other task we preform on our own free will.” She was easily hoarding his attention with all the questions, until the quick click of the machine sending off a ball. 50 MPH it was set to and he was anything but prepared.