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[eighteen_winters]

Characters: Shirou Emiya and Illyasivel Von Einzbern [Closed]
Setting: Illya's Room
Format: Action Spam
Summary: Illya has asked Shirou to come to her room so that they can catch up on things.
Warnings: Possible Angst.

[Though Illya had told her big brother the basics of the horrid mess that had replace her Grail War, but there still was much the both of needed to tell one another. To that end, the smallest member of the Einzbern clan had invited Shirou to come to her room and chat for awhile. While she sat on her bed and waited for her beloved older brother, she steeled her nerves. There were so many painful things that she had to tell him, but Illya would not let her memories overwhelm her. For the sake of her relationship with Shirou, she must stay strong for a little while longer.]

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[apprenticemage]

[ After a long, well needed sleep Shirou awoke the next day scratching at the collar around his neck as usual. The grimace on his face told more than words would, and luckily for him he still remembered the promise he had made with Illya. After a short while, and changing into a more casual outfit from his trunk, he ended up in front of Illya's room with a somewhat nervous face... which was instantly replaced with a smile. There was no reason to be nervous, nor let the troubled mess of confusion deep within his heart show when he was with Illya. After a deep breath, he gently knocked on the door. ]

[eighteen_winters]

[Illya rushed to her door upon hearing the knocking, though it could have been one of her roommates, she just knew it was her precious Onii-chan. Though a small storm of emotions raged in her mind, now was not the time to worry. Just being with Shirou was all she really wanted in the present.

Then, dressed in her usual purple top and white skirt, Illya answers the door with a wide smile on her small face.]

Hello, Onii-chan. Please, come in.

[apprenticemage]

[ One nod later has Shirou walking into the room and sitting down on the bed. Instead of looking directly toward the homunculus, Shirou kept his eyes toward the floor and began wringing his hands. If that wasn't a good enough sign that this was a tad bit awkward, he wasn't sure what would be. ]

[eighteen_winters]

[Illya takes a seat next to Shirou on the bed, yet maintains just enough distance as to not make him any more nervous and/or awkward. then he already seemed to be.]

It's good to see you again, Shirou. How are things?