#robustdragonheart

"My boss, Cecil, would definitely target you in one of his dress-ups," she says in thought. If he saw someone who had potential, then he probably would want to make nice outfits for them. That's the kind of vibe she got.

They sit silently on their front porch with a cigarette in hand. It's already been a bit since Marcille has been sent back home, but man, how did time go by so quickly and yet so slowly at the same time?

When they feel someone coming, they cut out the cigarette bud, crushing it into the ashtray.

✧ "I don't really get it... I understand Servants are powerful, so you're like really strong! But is there a way to become as strong as you at your size?" Coco's arms were crossed around her chest and she was pacing back and forth in Melusine's bedroom. She'd never expressed an interest in strength to the Servant before, but things were a little different these days.

❝ Have you really not considered it? Being painted, that is. ❞

● "You..." Baobhan Sith sat across from Melusine with one leg crossed over the other and her fingers tented together on the table. Something about her tone sounded menacing, but it was more like she was sizing the fairy up.

"And then I was like, 'hey Eiden, jump on my sword!' so he did, but then the mecha started shooting lasers at us so I had to throw him on the Cyclops to deal with it myself—"

"Anyways, you're keeping up, right? It wasn't easy surviving the Spirale Games he entered us in by accident."

Sitting across from Melusine in a warm restaurant, bowls of soup in front of them both (because who was going to eat ice cream in winter?), Wang Yi beams as he finishes his story.

"Miss Mélusine," Veoc recognizes the petite stature and white hair of the young swordsgirl at once, and stops to hand her a teddy-bear themed muff.

"I see you're still around."

SNAP

it's the sound the flimsy wooden sword she found herself in possession of made the moment it broke over her knee. she's not happy that much was clear, her teeth ground as she took in her surroundings. she was weakened, no weapon, but the fire that raged inside her heart was still lit (even if she couldn't summon it).

this doesn't seem like a singularity or a lostbelt and my powers are all gone

calm and rational behavior was never her strong-suit. she'd rather fight her way our than anything else. she finally lets out a large sigh, the rage building up to the point where she finally throws her hands up in the air and almost screams at the top of her lungs in frustration.