@auregis || cont’d x
What a stupid question; it should have been obvious! Waver was looking at his ungrateful Servant, one that acted more like a pompous feline than the obedient pet he wanted. When he had summoned Gilgamesh, he had expected a powerful weapon to lead him straight to a victorious finish, but reality was far different, both disappointing and far terrifying than he had imagined. Holding his tongue, he prevented himself from speaking his thoughts, knowing it would be futile to disagree. It wasn’t because he had already experienced Gilgamesh’s arrogance and refusal to do what was asked of him, but Waver was afraid of him. Even as his Servant laid on his bed, sprawled out comfortably with a glass of wine in hand, he couldn’t ignore how fearful he was.
Still, as much as that made him a pathetic Master amongst other reasons, Waver wasn’t bound to give up his bed without some fight. “But…” he stuttered, a frown tugging at his lips, “This is my bed.” And his own bedroom if he wanted to be specific. It was Waver’s work that had brought them to the Mackenzie household. It was his talent and cunning that hypnotized the elderly couple, convincing them that he was their grandson. None of it had to do with Gilgamesh. Grasping at a small corned of the blanket beneath his Servant’s feet, he gave a small tug before pulling again repeatedly.
“While you lay around and drink wine, I am busy trying to win this bloody war. I deserve to be able to sleep in my own damn bed.”












