#seherensi

Caw Caw prides himself in many things and not being taken off guard was one of them but, Udul-Kalama, King of Uruk, had studied that guard and found it’s tiny little faults. First it’s the name, “my champion”; although a normal name, it’s the way the pronoun rolled off the tongue, claiming the Corvid as his own. The name alone made Caw Caw turn around and raise an eyebrow, slightly intrigued but also wary; the King is a cunning one.

Second, it’s Udul’s demeanour, the grin melting into a smirk and his leaning position, effortlessly inviting the Corvid to come forth. Caw Caw knew the royal had nothing but playful intentions and his bait was ever the success; thirdly, the simple command from a King with no manners but with authority. 

Approaching the dais, he knelt on one knee, head bowed, Caw Caw pulling all the manners he could muster and remember before effortlessly picking up Uduls spare hand with his own. Bringing knuckles to lips, he looked up at the seated royal.

Gold had been a gift, a ribbon on his leg to let him come and go as he pleased, a gift of freedom. Although he hardly ever left the palace grounds, finding the gardens very comfortable, filled with everything a crow could need, the thought that he could simply leave and return whenever was comforting. He would be hesitant to say it, Uruk felt more like home than anywhere he had been.

                                  THE FLAW IN HIS ARMOUR 

and yet,… More of me is covered than certain effigies present in your church.

the edo period, a time that was once so cherished by amakusa shirou tokisada... the time where he had been living as a human, learning from his teachers, helping others, believing in the word of god that had been delivered unto him. shirou knew that some day, somehow, there would be a reason for chaldea to get involved in this era due to its influence over what was now modern japan but--

well, he didn’t think it would be himself to be sent here. perhaps it was intentional, perhaps the mast felt he had some unfinished business in the depths of his heart, but personally... shirou felt nothing in coming here. he had found his resolve moments before his death, so any ill will he could have bore towards those of this era was long gone.

do you want to end up like that fool, amakusa shirou tokisada?!  a soldier had been yelling upon their arrival to the nearest village, seeming to be weeding out believers of a religion they did not condone. of course shirou hears it, of course udul-kalama hears it, but shirou wishes that the lancer in his company hadn’t.

the grip on shirou’s sword tightens as he turns to udul, lifting a hand to press it against his chest, all the while offering an apologetic smile.