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towerofanimus2013-05-26 11:43 pm
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Characters: Dark Rin & Archer.
Setting: Dormitories, specifically Archer's room.
Time: May 26th.
Format: Kirei Kotomine
Summary:Rin's getting real tired of your shit, Archer. It'll be alright to ask for help, won't it?
Warnings: Emiyangst.
He has to return sometime, she's told herself. Things happen to those who stay away from their own beds for too long and if Rin can wager a guess, he's likely been too busy during the events of the past few days to return here. Seeing as she's been dead for two of those days at least, the chances of Archer curling up in bed to rest peacefully is unlikely. That's the bet she's willing to place a wager on today as she tries to sit up in his bed.
Unfortunately, Archer has more stamina than her when it comes to waiting. Exhausting as it is to return from the dead, Rin's still going through the after-effects of what has happened to her body so eventually sitting up leads to curling up in bed and finally there goes her covers up over her shoulders.
"This is all your fault." She murmurs, completely unaware of how close to the truth the phrase was.
Funny how life without a Servant has ended up being more trouble than life with one. Had he been around, would he have stopped what was going on? Having lost the sense of determining what's wrong with her body made it difficult for Rin to make the connection; simply put, she just thought each time she fought an agent of the darkness within her that it was the magecraft wearing her down, not anything else. Now that she's ate and rested up a bit, the condition of her body hasn't changed. No matter what she does to try to fill the void, it still feels as though a part of her is now gone.
Would Archer have wanted her to continue to give up parts of herself like this?
She's not certain of anything anymore. Her pride kept her from asking for help and by time those who were her allies took notice, they were more concerned with the corruption than of herself. Just what was all of that? She's still not exactly sure as she continues to deny it in heart and mind.
That's why she needs Archer. He'll say the truth without restraint and if he fails to, she'll just make him say it. There are things she needs to hear, but unfortunately she's only willing to listen to someone who can speak so truthfully. All she needs to do is keep her eyes open long enough to catch a glimpse of the elusive man who wears her colors.
Dark Rin & Archer.Setting: Dormitories, specifically Archer's room.
Time: May 26th.
Format: Kirei Kotomine
Summary:
Warnings: Emiyangst.
He has to return sometime, she's told herself. Things happen to those who stay away from their own beds for too long and if Rin can wager a guess, he's likely been too busy during the events of the past few days to return here. Seeing as she's been dead for two of those days at least, the chances of Archer curling up in bed to rest peacefully is unlikely. That's the bet she's willing to place a wager on today as she tries to sit up in his bed.
Unfortunately, Archer has more stamina than her when it comes to waiting. Exhausting as it is to return from the dead, Rin's still going through the after-effects of what has happened to her body so eventually sitting up leads to curling up in bed and finally there goes her covers up over her shoulders.
"This is all your fault." She murmurs, completely unaware of how close to the truth the phrase was.
Funny how life without a Servant has ended up being more trouble than life with one. Had he been around, would he have stopped what was going on? Having lost the sense of determining what's wrong with her body made it difficult for Rin to make the connection; simply put, she just thought each time she fought an agent of the darkness within her that it was the magecraft wearing her down, not anything else. Now that she's ate and rested up a bit, the condition of her body hasn't changed. No matter what she does to try to fill the void, it still feels as though a part of her is now gone.
Would Archer have wanted her to continue to give up parts of herself like this?
She's not certain of anything anymore. Her pride kept her from asking for help and by time those who were her allies took notice, they were more concerned with the corruption than of herself. Just what was all of that? She's still not exactly sure as she continues to deny it in heart and mind.
That's why she needs Archer. He'll say the truth without restraint and if he fails to, she'll just make him say it. There are things she needs to hear, but unfortunately she's only willing to listen to someone who can speak so truthfully. All she needs to do is keep her eyes open long enough to catch a glimpse of the elusive man who wears her colors.
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--missed you.
It's too simple a thing for him to say. Too simple and human, and that's wrong; he doesn't have normal human desires any longer. He can't possibly have grown fond of her, of the routine they'd built together, and found himself aching in its absence.
Archer blinks up at her as she speaks, prepared to sullenly deny his affection, but then she does something unacceptable.
"That's right." He clasps one hand over the one on his chest. Normally he'd wonder if it's all right for him to touch her like this, but right now he knows that he has to. In order to prove something to her. "No heroic spirit would hold onto an undeserving monster."
He reaches up, laying his hand against her cheek. "That's something even I stand by, and I'm not your typical heroic spirit, didn't I just tell you that?"
Is it all right for him to touch her like this? No, he doesn't know whether it's all right, but she needs him to, and he belongs in her service. So he brushes his thumb across her lips, and he thinks about the way she tried to reach him for a kiss just now, and he speaks again. "A woman who's been exhausting her very soul fighting a monster that won't leave her alone, though...she's more than fit to be held."
His hand on her hand tightens, and the other one tugs her face down so he can kiss her.
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Besides, it isn't as though she could move away from him. That hand clasped over her own is like heavy steel, keeping her chained down and the trace of salt left on her lips from his touch alone excites her. All she needs to do is lean down and follow his lead.
The moment is ruined when he says that and at the last minute she turns her head so that he's presented with her cheek instead of her hungering lips.
"No, you're mistaken Archer. I am the monster that my soul is trying to fight, but it gave up recently."
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He leans into her face even if she won't give him her lips. He leans into her and he tries to remember. What is he supposed to do here? How can he save someone?
Archer can remember only one thing: a blazing spark of stubbornness. All he can do here is cling to his principles, and the only "principle" he has left is the certainty that he belongs with Rin, no matter what she says about herself.
"I kill monsters. I don't kiss them. See, Rin: I've made my decision about what you are."
He moves his hand on her face into her hair, which he strokes, and he presses his mouth against her cheek.
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Blown away by his words combined with the kiss, there's little she can think of to counter him. If someone who's very purpose is to destroy fiends thinks that she doesn't fit that category, then all she can do is believe in it for now.
Even if she's seen otherwise.
"I don't want it inside of me any longer." Tired of pretending to be strong enough to take it on her own, her head leans back into his fingers to silently plead for him to not take them away. "If we can't get rid of it, how... how do I learn to contain it?"
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He no longer finds conflict in what she is. He no longer feels the battle inside him between the need to destroy her and the need to embrace her. He knows now that whatever darkness is inside her isn't her, and so he no longer needs to fight himself over that.
But he struggles with the idea that he's someone who can save her. He struggles between swearing to never give up and confessing defeat without even trying.
The feel of her hair beneath his fingers reminds him of his reasons for the former.
"I'll fill you up with me instead, so that you aren't fighting it alone in there."
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Much like a young teenager may think, her first thought is a sexual one and that leaves her more flustered than the action of him playing with her hair. Is that even possible? For Archer to fill up inside of her so much that the darkness is chased away by the glow of his ethereal presence?
"I don't understand." Instead of being sly and turning his words against him in order to suit her own needs, Rin confesses to befuddlement. "You mean... within my heart or something? I'm not sure if there's room for anyone there anymore. That's the part of me they took out first, you know."
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(In truth, he isn't thinking much at all right now. He's been stripped bare of thought, left only with the willful part of him that simply can't bear to leave someone vulnerable and in pain alone.)
"It's terrible to lie at a time like this, Rin. So don't tell me you've got no heart. I've seen your heart. I've felt it...you've been kind to me when you could have tossed me aside like trash."
He leans in closer. "So I refuse to toss you aside now."