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towerofanimus2013-04-20 04:27 pm
swordedpast) wrote in towerofanimus2013-04-20 04:27 pm
Precious and few are the moments
Characters: Archer (swordedpast), Avenger as Shirou (destructiveprinciple/heroicprinciple), and Saber of White (no_longer_a_king)
Setting: Outside room 3-16, the morning of April 20th.
Format: Prose for now.
Summary: In the aftermath of the event, Archer seeks relief from his guilt and rage in the only way he knows how.
Warnings: Violence, self-loathing, and death.
The message left for Shirou is like a gauntlet thrown down. Which is suitable enough, since Archer was wearing gauntlets himself pretty recently.
Meet me outside my room. 3-16. As soon as morning breaks.
Whatever morning may be in this tower, Archer knows well enough Shirou's habits of waking up early to greet it. After all, they're the same as his once were. Now, he rarely sleeps anymore, so it doesn't matter for him. In fact, he's spent this past night, since being returned with his mind intact (such as it ever is), brooding on all the least convenient floors.
That's over with now, though. He's prepared to make amends for what he's done. Not that he really can, but this is the next best thing.
He'll cut Shirou down, and then Arturia will arrive, the Saber in white, and cut him down. Maybe he'll keep repeating the process afterwards--that would be nice. Anything to eliminate all traces of Shirou Emiya from this tower and all of existence.
swordedpast), Avenger as Shirou (destructiveprinciple/heroicprinciple), and Saber of White (no_longer_a_king)Setting: Outside room 3-16, the morning of April 20th.
Format: Prose for now.
Summary: In the aftermath of the event, Archer seeks relief from his guilt and rage in the only way he knows how.
Warnings: Violence, self-loathing, and death.
The message left for Shirou is like a gauntlet thrown down. Which is suitable enough, since Archer was wearing gauntlets himself pretty recently.
Meet me outside my room. 3-16. As soon as morning breaks.
Whatever morning may be in this tower, Archer knows well enough Shirou's habits of waking up early to greet it. After all, they're the same as his once were. Now, he rarely sleeps anymore, so it doesn't matter for him. In fact, he's spent this past night, since being returned with his mind intact (such as it ever is), brooding on all the least convenient floors.
That's over with now, though. He's prepared to make amends for what he's done. Not that he really can, but this is the next best thing.
He'll cut Shirou down, and then Arturia will arrive, the Saber in white, and cut him down. Maybe he'll keep repeating the process afterwards--that would be nice. Anything to eliminate all traces of Shirou Emiya from this tower and all of existence.
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It's not that he's afraid of the darkness coming at him. Even before he was in a place where he'd come back again and again, Archer hadn't feared death in a very long time. It's just an acquaintance dropping by at this point.
He struggles to speak around the growing sense of disconnection from his body, around the blood bubbling up in his throat and trickling from his mouth. He manages a little. "...you had that wish once. Destroy everything of myself...it's way better that way. I--" He chokes on blood before he can continue.
But Archer still looks up at her with a pure smile. "Saber..." He gets his voice back for a few seconds. It's so close to Shirou's voice. "Don't cry."
He lifts one hand, now free of any swords, and tries to touch her cheek. He wants to wipe away those tears. But he doesn't have the strength. His hand slides down to his side. "Ah, sorry."
It's not as if his eyes weren't empty before, but now what light there was fades from them.