#aeternabilis

It didn’t take a genius to know that Aria had wondered into a known gathering of second-rate bounty hunters. Not only that, but they were all fresh out of the tavern, chugging their last glass of brewed beer while whistling at the passerby. It wasn’t typical behavior of a hunter, but of course you have THESE guys that always seemed to degrade themselves like common drunkards. 

One even tried to reach out and grasp her arm to stop her. Stay a while, as they would tell her. The sound of chuckling and chattering of lucid thoughts under breaths of stenched alcohol had begun to wear patience upon the man that had just turned his attention behind him by tilting his head. Hearing EVERYTHING of what they were doing. 

He did not need his sight to promptly start forward, grasping and SHOVING the other hunter away from Aria before things could have gotten rather nasty. Hearing her move, he stood up front by where he heard her and drew out his sword. 

“She is with me.” He said, plain and simple. Blue Bird heard an array of gruffed insults, a few hand waves, and soon enough the drunkards were bored of the scene. They all went back to the tavern for their fifth helping. 

“They all should know better than that. It gives a disgrace to the bounty hunter name. You are not harmed, right?” His head turns, but his eyes appear to be looking at her arm. He has never gotten used to being blind like this, despite it being YEARS after the event. 

“Take my arm. It’s best you share your presence with me so they don’t come bothering you again.” 

Cyril stopped--it had seemed that in this case, the chase had been futile.  He never understood it, as fleeing from an officer of the law was almost always an admission of guilt.  Oh well, now they had the problem of finding the man.

He straightened, seeing a woman standing not too far away.  But, for as much attention as he had been paying for the past few minutes, she could have materialized out of thin air for all he knew.

atlas vc; can i sit on ur lap?? ;))))

“What the hell are bee dragons and why do they exist.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen those before, either, Aria? From what I remember, they are black, orange, and yellow. Their bodies are quite long, and unlike your normal typical ‘bee’, they have quite an aggressive attitude. Also, they can fit in the palm of your hand, too.” 

He pauses for a moment. 

"Tell me about it."

His first and only servant was by his side. He can recall when he had first summoned her too, and how his heart beat like a drum when he first heard her voice. It was funny, since usually it was the Masters that would order their servants and become their potential lending ear to them since they do so much more. However, the shoe was on the other foot now. 

It was hard. Chaldea may be gone, but Blue Bird knew that hope still lies in the future. Even if he and Ritsuka would exchange words with each other, giving each other the hope they needed, in the end it was their own crushing weight of YANKING happiness from everyone for the sake of selfishness would be so much to bear. 

Head turning to her direction, Blue Bird felt a weak smile gracing his lips. There was no privacy when it comes to he and Aria, she had all right to come up to him like this and he welcomed it despite his head hanging in his arms. 

“Aria... I know, it will do no good to push myself like this. Ritsuka does the same thing, and even though I remind him to caution himself, we cannot help but progress forward. We are needed so much... and yet, I’m proud to help shoulder the burden that will come our way. Even for you, Aria.” 

He had soon found himself laying on the bed he usually rested on, his head careful to lay upon his servant’s lap. She never did this before, so it was surprising for him- but he knew that his servant was difficult to get close to and ‘read’, he still found himself comfortable around her. 

That is why he liked her, and got along with her like he did. He believes in her, just as she believes in him, even if it was to feed him a reality check. 

A quiet sigh.

“...I’m blessed to have you at my side, Aria. Thank you for staying with me through all of this.” His hand lifts up and, very gently, touches her own. 

Blue Bird: Imagines holding her hand almost right then and there to show that she’s worth trusting but refrains for now because development