[ 04 ] ✿✿ [ Closed ]

[angramaintsu]

Characters: Dark Rin & Archer
Setting: Floor 19
Time: Sometime during the event
Format: Quick
Summary: Archer is sick. Rin is stuck taking care of him. Know a good cure to the flu? A punch in the face.
Warnings: Usual warnings applied with Rin.

[ The magus has her own ways of keeping warm. She's grown efficient in taking care of the small urges no thanks to this tower taking away her trusted partner, but also as a result due to the cold. What better way to keep yourself warm? While most others might seek out a partner to curl up alongside during the chill of winter, Rin found that in doing so, they exposed themselves to vulnerabilities she can't exactly afford in this place. With another person close to what she is walking around (frustratingly alive and well) and the place thick with Servants who are all too eager to live up to heroic part of their classification, Rin really can't take the risk of being weak.

Which is why the cold bothers her more than it should. Things inside of her squirm in unrest, urging her to seek out the comfort of another human being in all the ways that she should.

It sickens her to think of herself so frail.

Here in the library she's managed to keep herself from calling out to people. If she's sitting high in a public place, then there's no possibility she can let the facade down. All she can do is curl up in blankets with books nearby and read.

Something bothers her though. That Servant of her's... just where has he been this entire time?

With her eyes closed, she'll call for him through the link that only a Master and Servant shared. One of the utmost privacy, but more importantly, one where she can lower her guard just a little. Telling him to meet her here on this floor, in this specific corner, and to bring her an additional blanket.

Maybe if she's fortunate, he'll bring something other than a nutrition bar to snack on too. Tea sounds nice right about now... ]

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[angramaintsu]

[ All he gets in response to that is a nod of her head. She can't even bring herself to say that's exactly what she wants. Hard work is nice, but she's been struggling for so long that she can't even close her eyes and relax when near a knight who will protect her. ]

[swordedpast]

[ His eyelids flutter open just in time for him to see that nod. ]

Yeah...?

[ Something about that makes him angry. Where is her spark? Where is the girl who will fight and fight just to win?

But he's too tired out to question her on that now. So he says only one thing. ]

I see. I'll give it to you, sooner or later.

[angramaintsu]

Don't tell anyone.

[ It's more of a plea than a demand, but the fire in her eyes has long since been snuffed out. ]

It can, it can be our secret. Something we can share together that no one has to know about. Just like me taking good care of you.

[swordedpast]

[ And he realizes: her eyes are blank and empty like his. There should be a spark in them. There should be a blaze in them. ]

...I wonder if this is another hallucination.

My Master, admitting that she doesn't want to fight.

[ His voice is unsteady again, and his hand on her shoulder starts to draw her closer against him. His other hand touches her waist, as if by pulling her close he could breathe the fight back into her.

But at the last moment, his body and mind rebels. She's too solid to be a vision. That means he's pulling a real live human being close to hold them. And that can't be. That can't happen. He lets go of her too quickly and lets his hands fall to his sides again.

And he remembers to close his eyes once more. ]

I won't breathe a word of it.

[angramaintsu]

[ Bliss. That's how it feels whenever he touches her that way and it makes her think that she's capable of having someone there who cares for her. Her uncle does, but he never reaches out to hold her. Her parents did so long ago, but then she became this monster too unrecognizable to be loved by those who brought her into this world.

Not even Lancer held her like he would a lover. He had a wife back in his time and only she was worthy of that; to him, Rin was another maiden to lay in bed beside and nothing more.

There's a spark that struggles to burn brightly when his hand graces her waist. All she needs is for someone to blow a little on the flame and it would ignite in a way she never thought possible. That's all she can think about until the cold brushes against the parts he's left exposed.

Not even this man who believes in her truly being good can hold her.

The shackles form again and drag her through the depths of agonizing despair. Just like before she can't breathe without swallowing hard, but at least he gives her that promise. He breaks the promise of an easy life just to promise he won't tell anyone she wants it to be that way. ]

Mm, of course. Do you need me to get anything for you?

[swordedpast]

No.

[ There's nothing she can give him that she isn't already giving him. Her body near his, reminding him what's a vision and what's real. That's enough right now. ]

This isn't bad.

[ But that's the only way he can thank her. ]