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Mashu no look away

SENPAI, DON’T DO IT! I CANNOT TURN MY EYES AWAY WHEN YOU’RE SO VULNERABLE TO ENEMY EYES!

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Mashu no-

One door lead to another, then a room, stacked idle with old bibles and dusted scripts; forgotten paperwork by the old owners, perhaps, and chairs, sleek from use. And there, seated, was a figure he had expected - but not here, not now, in idle reveries.

“I see, so you’re the one Martha mentioned.” Shirou’s fingers traced the spine of Revelations, controlled as ever. “To think I would see the day an Avenger would find salvation in a church. Ah, but you do go by the moniker Avenger here, do you not? Or shall I call you by your full name - Angra Mainyu?”

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“Haha, I see. This is what people meant with me having an attractive personality.”

“Conjoined magnetization” was the latest plague spreading through Citta, no one but The Scientists knows where it originated or how to fix it. Some urban theories says people becoming magnetized to others who are polar opposite on the alignment system. Other says it must be something far more scientific.

For some the magnetization stopped by itself after a few hours, while others used home remedies.

Regardless where it came from or how to cure it, Siete being stuck by his left hip to another was nothing else but a fact. One peculiarly odd person with tattoos all over their body.

Like a bloodhound to a scent, Lancer sought out the disgrace, the evil, the darkness that lingered around the humble church. Was this the reason, the cloud over his own connection to God, blocked by another servant who amplified  the same evils he cloaked himself in. No.! No! Much worse. The boy reeked of it.  Was he wrong? Was this church tainted?! Hoisting him up from his sleep by the trousers with abandon, the bloodied warrior  waved his wooden spear beneath him.  In the darkness, crimson eyes gleamed and demanded introduction. His voice was a breath, a whisper.

           “What are you?”

There was something eerily familiar about that guy, and not in the usual ‘I saw you in a dream’ way. Luckily, Roman’s list of acquaintances was small; more so now he was trapped in the city. 

And, besides, how many people sported tattoo’s linked with Zoroastrianism? Too few. Which meant the boy before him could only be one person.

“Avenger... Right?” 

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@avxsta​ said: what a modern fucking tragedy you turned out to be. ❜

“Really?” There’s a look of consideration in those eyes; depths deep and unfathomable. After a long moment, he nods, almost solemn in acceptance. “And here I considered myself more of a moral story on the hubris of good intentions. But, yes, I suppose a tragedy works perfectly well too.” A second, smaller pause, followed by a self-depreciating smile, hiding some secret humour to it. “A Greek tragedy, at that.” 

  banging hands on the table