#emptyrule

can you even reach??

There’s no satisfaction to be found here, recreation or not. This is an end he knows well enough: no one survives, happy never after. But while he knows the intimacies of this story, it’s something she never saw; toppled right before the grand finale. The fire streaks across Morgan’s figure but never quite approach her -- shying from her cold visage, too perfect to touch. Barghest’s shadow lingers somewhere in the distance, beyond an ocean of flames; her cry a sorrowful thing.

A hundred-thousand unsaid things linger in the air -- hateful ridicule and sombre congratulations. They’d been two opposing forces running parallel, never meant to meet, but here they are all the same. But it’d be a lie regardless, and so he laughs. Laughs at the burning moment, at the solitary queen, and at himself above all else.

CALLING — SABER (ARTURIA PENDRAGON)

It was vacant. Bearing no sign that any had so much as hung their name upon the door. She scrambled for her phone, tearing it from beneath breastplate and scrolling through the extensive list of outsiders called by the isle. Her name was among them. She was still here. Then, it had been a case of relocation, the kind she had learned of but never experienced first-hand. Having been assigned to coexist beneath the same roof, it made little to no sense that the Stars would feel any need to alter the arrangement. There wouldn’t be any answers, not from the Lostbelt Queen and not from those who had pulled the stunt.

TO — BERSERKER (MORGAN LE FAY) FROM — SABER (ARTURIA PENDRAGON)

Where are you currently? Know that offering a false response, or none at all, won’t stop me from coming to find you.

It was a sign that she needed to stop putting off taking responsibility. She had to swallow her pride and correct her behaviour. She needed to know why it hurt to see no sign of her sister in that room.

Morgan will be dropped for you!

"Taking a moment to breathe? You are welcome to join me, if you like." the more the merrier or whatever, right? he doesn't own this spot.

beautiful shades of coral lay along its body, an array of colors to assault the eyes, something she can only claim as gaudy in all its glory. it was already something of an eyesore, let alone that it was disturbing this island, one that would have to be taken care of if she wanted to go back to those peaceful days of nothing. ❝ Either way, it's now easier to strike the one causing the most trouble. I'll just keep sending more in when they show up to bother us. ❞ better that than having to swat away pesky flies alongside their already troublesome situation, especially when dusk was already stirring within a pit of irritation over this all. now only one other problem seems to lay in their way, more so in what she knows, or perhaps rather what she doesn't, about the woman who she now fights beside in this moment.

❝ You know little of my powers. Mm, no. It's better to say you know them in full, just cannot grasp it fully. I don't know anything what you can do. If you have a solution to this thing on our end with whatever you do, then spit it out. ❞

⠀⠀⠀One moment she's hyper-aware of the foul liquid coating her throat, smug in the knowledge that her would-be assassin had gravely miscalculated, and the next... Well, she initially thought she'd passed out and woken up outside the Great Pit. And then the rush of noise and technology had her unsure which city she'd woken up in — and gradually, around the time the 'car' had reached its apparent destination, it sank in that this was a different realm entirely. Had she not already been aware of Proper Human History, she'd be even more bowled over... Not that even that knowledge matters, because she's found herself quite convinced her assassin had simply drugged her instead of poisoned her. How else is one to explain any of this, much less why her senses feel so muddy and clouded ? She can't so much as feel a little finger's worth of her usual magical energy...

⠀⠀⠀All this is to say that when she sees Morgan of all people, there's a reason she doesn't think twice about it — the same reason that she sighs with relief, a hint of laughter mingling in the exhale. As if the whole thing were just some silly little midsummer dream — because it is ! ⠀❛ ⠀Well, that settles that. Some plot that was — clearly that wine was spiked with the entirely wrong toxin ! How embarrassing !⠀ ❜⠀