#melloincholy

Chaldea was a strange place.

Everywhere she went, everywhere she looked, there were faces from her past and present all around. People she once knew, and people she now knew, also walked these white halls around her, passing by, giving faint signs of acknowledgment to her as they passed each other by.

Such was the fate of a Servant, Artoria mused.

Though she would admit, that a rather particular individual had shown up... She felt in her Graph that she didn’t have an especially personal relationship with him, or even much a relationship in the first place, and yet here she was... Seeking him out.

She didn’t know why she felt this compulsion that pulled her towards him. 

Perhaps it was her Graphs way of connecting with her many pasts, with those it considered important or relevant. But it wasn’t in her nature to question such, rather to accept the guidance that came from within. Perhaps it was because of the stories of the second Fuyuki singularity, the one that had reunited her with Irisviel once more, something that she was eternally grateful to the man for.

Perhaps she wanted to thank him for what he did...

that’s a master for you… blind adoration…

        🍷 She wasn’t one to object she had seen nothing but constant moving from the older male sense she gotten here. This was the first time to see him in an idling or even a resting position that she thought at first he might have been frozen to the spot with exhaustion. The way his hands clicked over the controller however didn’t say such a thing, it seemed in ‘rest’ he worked far harder then he needed. 

            The young magus however parked herself beside him and craned her neck to watch. Her hues watching the lights and actions upon the screen capturing her like a cat with a laser pointer dot. 

Hatred. What an powerful emotion it was, able to twist those who held it to act in despicable ways. A smothering feeling what would eat away at her, what would lead her to ruin, yet she had no mind for it. Oblivious was what she sought, and if she were swallowed in the end dragging this country down with herself it was. She accepted her fate. 

“---Heed my words. My will creates your body, your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail’s call, and obey my will and reason then answer me. I hereby swear, that I will defeat all in the world.”

disappointed looks

terrible sons, 0/10

c h i n h a n d s

“   we feel the surge of fury in the sky .  ”