towerofanimus | (no subject)

Characters: Illyasivel Von Einzbern and OPEN

Setting: In and around the Dorms

Format: Action Spam

Summary: Illya is none to happy to be seperated from her family and friends and relives this anger via pouting.

Warnings: Spoilers for Heaven's Feel are likely.

[Illya sat on her bed and thought. It was not the supposed destruction of her home that upset the young Einzbern daughter, but rather that it meant she would eternally be separated from those she cared about most. To never see her precious older brother without being able to truly convey what he meant to her was a punishment more harsh then any this vile place could level against her. She thought of the chaotic mess that the Grail War had become, of her servant's transformation into an unholy creature of darkness, and what may happen should that shriveled old man have his way. Though if the planet itself were destroyed none of this meant anything, but if it didn't, and she was not around to carry the War to it's natural conclusion it would mean an awful end for all she held dear. It was almost to much for the small girl to bear.

Any near her room may hear what sounds like a small child quietly sobbing to herself.]

[Only able to sulk for so long, Illya eventually resolves to leave her room for the time being and go out into the wider world. Roaming the halls around the dorm for a short while, all the while exploring her strange new home as a bid to chase away the dark thoughts laying heavy on her mind.]

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Well...uh...let's just say I say somethings that I...don't wanna say to you.

Oh...

[She blushes for a long moment.]

[He sees her blush.]

Wait...you mean you actually had a guy say those things to you?

[Well, duh. The pervert priest always did have a thing for little girls.]

No, not really. But I know how his kind of thing works.

And...you're alright with it?

[Lancer, on the other hand, might need some brain bleach.]

I have someone I like, if he hit on me that would be fine. But anyone else would just be wrong.

Oh, really?

[He's almost scared to ask for the details.]

Yes, he is a year younger then me and a bit dense but I like him very much.

...Physically?

[Please let it be physically.]

Why would I date a little kid? That would just be weird. No, the boy I like is a normal 17-18 year old.

Uh...right. Normal.

[Hopefully, the pumpkin juice ferments properly, because he's going to need a long, hard drink. Maybe if he switched up his runes, he can cast a fermenting spells?]

Well I don't see anything wrong with it.

Yeah...well...I'm just not used to thinking about stuff this way.

It's ok, I know I'm really weird.

N-no, it's not that!

[Somehow, he gets the sense that he had said the wrong thing.]

You're fine. Just...give me a minute or two.

All right. Take all the time you need.

[He nods, and then takes a moment to think of what he should say. He waits a minute. Nope, he has nothing positive. Another minute. Still nope. Three minutes. NOPE. Four minutes...]

M-maybe you guys could get together on an emotional level...

[It takes a moment for Illya to process Lancer's words, but when she finally does realize the implication of them she is hit by a ton of bricks.]

Do you think I'd have sex with him or something?!

Uh...

[A blush is spreading over his face.]

You...do know what couples do sometimes, right?

[A pause.]

You know what? Sorry. Just pretend I never said anything.

I know what couples do, but I imagine it would be best to stop this conversation before it gets any stranger.

Good idea.

[He sighs in relief.]

Anyway, just...help me look for that person, and I'll help you if any Servants give you trouble. At least, until your big brother comes over.

That I can do!