You'll turn into a gargoyle at this rate

[puppy_lancer]

Characters: ProtoLancer puppy_lancer and Zero Lancer oathshackledbird; closed
Setting: Graveyard floor
Format: Prose
Summary: Lancer spent the entire event bumming on the graveyard floor. Time for someone to find him.
Warnings: Angsting, maybe

Lancer had lost track of time as he sat by Ayaka's grave. His days were filled with sitting there staring off into the distance and fighting off the occasional monster. His clothes were torn and his body covered in healing wounds. Maybe he would be able to sit here for the rest of his stay at the tower. Maybe some point some monster would catch him too cut up and exhausted to resist and kill him. He doesn't mind either. He doesn't care. He's just a failed Servant who shouldn't exist anymore, so anything that happens to him doesn't matter.

Now and then, a thought of his brother or his friends enters into the void that is his mind and he almost wants to leave his position to go and find them. But every time, he pushes the impulse away. They all have their own friends or Masters to keep them company. And he shouldn't bother them with comforting him. He can deal with his own failures.

And so he just sits there, immobile.

Comments

We going to wrap this with Cu snoozing away or do you have something else in mind?

[oathshackledbird]

Once he is sure that his brother is mostly asleep, Diarmuid starts softly singing. It's a happy light song, meant to help keep Cu Chulainn's nightmares at bay.

It might not be much, but hopefully it will be successful.

we can end it with snoozing

[puppy_lancer]

Even when he has fallen asleep, Lancer's body is tense at first. However, once Diarmuid starts singing, he slowly relaxes and even smiles.