#hisrequicm

       “I don’t see the point.” He admitted with a shameless grin about the fact he was interested in them but not enough to come up with his own, on his times that was called poetry, and poetry he did not for just anyone. He seemed fairly amused nonetheless about his master’s exasperated demeanor, so it was clear whether he had meant to amuse him or woo him, he still triumphed in amuse himself.  

     HOW RARE IT WAS for Heroic Spirits to come and visit him. Normally they were bound to their Master’s hip (a sound strategy, considering), and so when they were alone like this, it always made him wonder what they hoped to accomplish. Turning away from the altar, he examined the younger male with a slight tilt of his head, as if he was visually assessing his worth as a Servant even if such were not the case. ❝You do know the rules for entering these holy grounds, do you not? How rude of you to just so casually do as you please.❞ This was ❛Caster❜, yes? That class was said to be a fickle one, so Kirei supposed he shouldn’t be too surprised by such blatant rule breaking. He could tell from but a glance that this Servant would be intriguing.

     COMPARED TO WHAT ANGELO had been taught in concerns to magic, this was the simplest thing he had ever done. Drawing a magic circle, placing some mana into it, saying the incantation---it was all basic stuff. It was a stroke of luck that he had been added to the roster of mages participating in this war. To think that the Holy Grail had heard his wish; had cared enough to actually pay attention to the anger of a young mage when surely there were others with better wishes in their hearts---purer wishes than his. The wrath of sin had colored his heart in dark colors, but he was fine with that. He would continue down the path that had been set before him without complaint because he felt it was the right one.

Why don’t we all dress up like cats, and see where that goes….

     Gilgamesh trailed his fingers over the table, feeling the wood beneath them. Maple, a satisfactory surface for his godly fingers to bless with his touch. He continued to survey the room, finding it suitable enough to bless with his gaze. His eyes traced from window to window, admiring the weather outside briefly before viewing the craftsmanship of the rest of the furniture in the room. Yes, this room would do. It was high enough quality for him to remain within.

      His gaze finally moved to the other within the room. He looked up and down his figure slowly. He tilted his head up so that he could gaze down at the other easier.

“O-Oh, excuse me.” 

Hakuno swore he hadn’t meant to reach for the exact same book on the shelf as the other boy. Though he couldn’t help feeling some curiosity now that he got a look at him. Was this the rumored transfer student? He had definitely never seen him before...

Or maybe that was him not being observant. Things rarely changed here after all. 

         it was almost like AWAKENING FROM A DREAM. the world had faded away, & then, slowly, returned. she found herself kneeling, for whatever reason, red silk POOLING around her. it took her a few seconds to PROCESS everything, & once she did, the woman lifted her head up, rose hues narrowed ever so slightly.