CLOSED - forward dated to New Year's Eve

[scorchedchivalry]

Characters: Saber (Alter) and Catarina Amanto
Setting: 11th Floor
Format: Action (cause I'm lazy today)
Summary: A majestic floor, a beautiful woman and the knight that may or may not be courting her.
Warnings: Catarina is her own warning, but nothing expected

[The knight had spent some time trying to find the right floor for this evening, so she had already been through the overwhelming specter of this floor with the flowers along the ceiling, the impossible waterfalls that pooled in the center and the open air about them.

If only it wasn't so cold. Saber wasn't cold, but she was worried about the succubus. That would be why Catarina would find it far warmer when close to Saber than away. The knight extended her prana into the ambient air around her, but without form it was only a few inches from her body.

Stepping out onto the Eleventh Floor and all its beauty, Saber turned and offered Catarina her arm.]

This is our destination tonight. I hope it pleases you.

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[scorchedchivalry]

[A slightly smug knowing smile touches her lips then.]

I ask that you do not become overwhelmed by what you will feel. I believe you strong enough, my dear.

[divinitysoiled]

Of course, my knight.

[She came closer, edging out to grip Saber's hand]

[scorchedchivalry]

Right now, I am not your knight.

[Saber takes Catarina's hand in a firm grip and then using her Prana Burst skill, extends her prana completely about the succubus now that they were in contact, effectively embracing her with it. She pulled the woman to her where her feet would step onto the water, held up by the same dark energy that supported Saber.]

I am your king.

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina moaned at the touch of her prana, how it encircled her. She gripped Saber's hand tighter and moved closer, her breathing deep and rich]

A king, yes.

And that was Saber showing off.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber brought her hand up to Catarina's cheek, fingertips on her neck behind her ear. She locked her eyes onto the demon's.]

Now, my dear, do as I ask.

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina looked at Saber with heavy eyes, licking her lips]

Of course. This is an impressive display, though.

[scorchedchivalry]

[That look from Catarina made a shiver run down Saber's back. She almost claimed those lips but held back. It was getting harder and harder to not risk her unleashed prana harming Catarina. But for now, she could still hold true.]

A champion of the Lady of the Lake, water cannot impede me.

[divinitysoiled]

Lady of the Lake. [The words slipped out on a moan as her hand twitched on Saber's] You must tell me the legend of who you are some day.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber moved her hand down to wrap about Catarina's waist. With the way her hand twitched, the king was worried she might let go. If that happened, the succubus would plummet into the water immediately. As long as she maintained contact with Saber, she would be held up by the prana.]

My legend is great... too great, my dear. And history remembers me as a man... as Arthur, not Arturia.

[divinitysoiled]

The legend or the truth... I would love to hear it some day. Saber, you feel wonderful like this. [Her arms wrapped around Saber's neck, trying to keep herself from falling into her succubus instincts]

[scorchedchivalry]

[With her being held as she was, Saber brought her other hand to Catarina's waist, holding her as she guided her in a slow dance across the water.]

I thought you would like it. And I would rather you hear of my legend from another. Perhaps the library has a book about me. [She leaned in close, lips near Catarina's ear.] I am Arthur, King of the Britons, referred to in my legend as the Once and Future King.

[divinitysoiled]

[Even as drunk on Saber's prana as she was, the dance she was swept into was an elegant one, her limbs moving gracefully]

Library... of course. I will look for that which you mentioned.

[scorchedchivalry]

[Cheek resting against Catarina's, she chuckled.] Remember, that was another time when I was the silver knight. But it is who I am.

I would like to trust you will not reveal my identity to others?

[divinitysoiled]

I am not- as loose as to let that slip. [She nuzzled Saber's cheek, her head coming down slightly to nip at her jaw]

[scorchedchivalry]

[Saber hummed in response. She indeed would like to trust that Catarina would not speak of her identity, but she knew the demon's loyalties were to her own survival and if given the choice between her life and the king's identity, she would choose her life.]

Thank you.

Mm. If only the stars were above us and not flowers of impossibility.

[divinitysoiled]

[Catarina's head tilted back with a slight moan, looking up at the sky]

Mm, it is beautiful.

[scorchedchivalry]

That is for the best as, despite all I can do, I cannot bring the stars out for us.

[She takes them away from the spray of a waterfall.]

And then we would have to deal with the specters.

[divinitysoiled]

In... in its own way, fighting such things as specters is fun. But right now- yes, I would rather spend the time as this.

[scorchedchivalry]

And what is this, Catarina?

[A more important question than it seemed on the surface.]

[divinitysoiled]

I...

I don't know. It feels as a- a moment in time that I wanted for a while.

[scorchedchivalry]

What is it of this moment that you've wanted so?

[divinitysoiled]

Saber. Arturia. I simply do not know. Something, something strange and wonderous.

[scorchedchivalry]

Allow me to help clear your head.

[And with that, she scoops Catarina up into her arms bridal style and slowly retracts her prana from about the woman. She was concerned the power of it was becoming too much and muddling Catarina's mind.

...though it felt good to hear her name spoken.]

[divinitysoiled]

Arturia. [Catarina put a hand on her arm, looking up at her] It's something I know I've felt since I first arrived, before I met you. Perhaps before before even arriving here. But it's not a feeling I understand.

[scorchedchivalry]

Perhaps I can help you understand it.

[She leans down enough to press her lips to Catarina's temple.]