#parallelord

🐍— How amusing to was to torment the Alter Archer, having help from the Berserker made it even more sweet. ❝Poor boy, doesn’t know how to become a man.❞

“get bent.” the reply is muffled and still sleepy. he’s not looking up, he’s not opening his eyes, fuck you. he’s staying here, face pressed against concrete, to decompose peacefully until he starts hearing the sounds of violence that would require his attention. “i’ll wake up when something happens.”

❝ It is as it appears, Mad Child of the Sun: I’m trespassing. I won’t insult you and try to coat my intentions. You got me.❞  The red archer stood still, steel gaze focused on the monstrous Berserk towering him with a cocky smirk on his lips. It was something that Emiya brought upon himself: it was an action out of his own initiative, thanks to his Independent Action: he took off to scout ahead, learning more about the terrain and only tell his Master after the fact. Ritsuka had no idea where the Servant went to and there would be no backup or support -- he was on his own, as usual.

“So then you can move it? How cool! And what about your feet, are those some kind of heels? Are they part of your feet or maybe some kind of thing that’s just attached because you’re kind of abomination? You know, you see all types in the Underworld and I think you’d rank pretty high up there in the terrors of Tartarus.” 

       And that is- unexpected. He doesn’t recognize the stranger; Aether squirms then- he doesn’t like being manhandled at the best of times, let alone right this moment! “Uh--  Excuse me, could you maybe- I dunno- put me down?” He tries not to sound annoyed, though it’s difficult when he doesn’t know what’s happening (well, more than usual anyway. Life seems to have a funny way of throwing him for a loop). “Who are you-” The second question is sincere, though the confusion is far  from absent. 

But then again, now looking at him more closely, Ayako figured that the name was not a fit anymore. “Although perhaps not anymore.” With a slightly awkward chuckle, she corrected herself. Would he even recognize her in that form of his, she wondered.

she’ll allow him to stay as is only if he eats her porridge.

/ @parallelord​ ; @eraba-reta-unmei​