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Shrill voices penetrated the heat, drowning out the roaring of flames effortlessly. She reached out, aiming to scoop up a number of caterpillars from the grass as they fled, but they simply passed through her hands. It was futile. She remained there, on her knees, head raised and watching the treetops dance their fiery dance. The entire forest... it was going to burn down to its roots. And nothing could be done. Among the trees, a woman could be sighted, and she were one that swept away the blazing temperature for but a second, sending a shiver rushing through Mashu’s body. It was the same as Sheffield, she was there amidst a sea of blistering reds and oranges. “—Gawain?”

no. she’s not surprised. hopeful? yes, absolutely yes.

     “—Oberon.” the only reason she doesn’t immediately raise her head is to take a moment and breathe inwardly — or she would do something that she would regret. as soon as her mind clears, her shoulders tremble and shake furiously tight. if anyone were close, they could have heard a sniffle, maybe swear they had seen tears. it all disappears when her face looks up and reveals anger. “if you want to see another morning, I suggest you to start talking or I’ll squash you like a bug!”

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sommiar replied to your post: ““‘Saber’s uncle is attractive. I’d kiss him’....”

As much as I would like to disagree… he has his charm. In a sort-of-overbearing single parent way. Oh! But you didn’t hear it from me.

                  typical.

      maybe it is the scowl on her features. maybe it is the magic-less mask. maybe it is her attire or how she’s hanging on the fringes and observing with an intensity that draws the attention of another. no, she doesn’t need to look to see, Morgan can practically feel the stare boring into the side of her. maybe it is another human who believes her to be the Fairy Queen. that’s happened a handful of times tonight.

     “ You seem to be lacking in manners.” there’s a sigh and a glance out the corner of her eye. “ Unless this is intentional. In which case, you have a mouth. Use your words.” she has little patience for games tonight.

Dropped for you!

His face was unmistakable, now more than ever.

The burning forest smouldered always in her thoughts; the smile on his face and entertainment in his voice. In that unclear darkness where only flames lit up shadows, she had only the faintest glimpse of a picture, and that left her so many questions about the rest. Of him, and the Britain in which that forest grew, its denizens, its destroyers. So much about him contradicted what she believed truth, like he was something more anomalous than a Foreigner. And when the flames spread, igniting the ground from coast to coast, illuminating the full tapestry with that scorching light, it all made sense.

There was a reason why all those feelings, and that confusion, had festered. Why so much about him felt... off. Wrong, even.

That smile was there in the sky, and in the abyss. Crueller than any Beast, more vicious than any enemy, more gleefully twisted than any Berserker. He had revelled in poking and prodding her the way he had been subject; ultimately a victim by a land cursed into callousness. His masquerade had fooled everyone, even himself, but she knew the ending of the story, that third act so... horrific that the word couldn’t even scratch the surface.

And his smile watching it was nothing of a sombre one or peace and parting, it was a wicked smirk that watched the Shielder that day, when Chaldea’s Master had died. Did he know when he was taunting her? The wound of putting those two through the Black Barrel’s system remained fresh, watching Excalibur and Rhongomyniad among others do what they could at the end of the world.

Her charge was firm, steps closer to stomps and arms tense either aside as they swung with each motion to advance. He had charmed his allies with a friendly face, but the façade was over.

Welcome back to lovely Isola Radiale, Oberon!

You’ll be staying in CONDO 420!

You will retain everything you were given in your previous stay.

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Enjoy your stay!

             The thought only occurs to him because he happened to look up to find the source of an abrupt sound, only to realize it’s dark out and he’s the only one around. Ritsuka isn’t as surprised as he should be; after all, he and his twin burn the midnight oil at the library so often that they might as well be entrusted to close up when they leave at this point. … But then, if that’s the case, what was the source of that noise ? 

             He rubs at his eye with the side of his fist and continues to glance this way and that, but nothing particularly unusual sticks out. It’s only when he’s just about to resign himself to it being a figment of his imagination, glancing down towards his open book, that he catches movement. A book just opposite him on the table flips open, a motion so swift and unexpectedly loud that he can’t help but make some kind of noise ( the sort of noise he’s never heard before in his life ) and rear back in his chair.

        ❛   EEE—   ❜   Ah. The answer dawns on him a moment too late. There was a person sitting opposite him; he’d just failed to notice at first due to his own obnoxiously tall stack of books blocking his view. There was no recovering from this one, was there ? 

       ❛   Ah— Ahem. Hm...   ❜   He should just let it be. Maybe if he buries his face back into his reading, the stranger will just let him quietly cringe inward in peace. … Come to think of it, they were pretty bundled up for such a toasty library...