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Private AU/PSL RP, set in the Fate/stay night universe. Multiple Servants of each class are being summoned or are rogue and appear from mysterious rifts along with shadow-like monsters, threatening to tear apart this unstable and distorted alternate reality. ➢ FSN AU Lien Kha. ➤ FSN AU Ai Thao Kha. ➢ Fate/ALT.distortion Playlist.

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[onoir]

[ A shake of the head, to indicate that she shouldn't bother mulling over that detail. ]

Your error is in thinking that I worry. You are the Master I serve, and I've no regrets or reservations about it.

[emotive]

[HER CHEEKS ARE PINK BECAUSE OF THE COLD, YES...]

... You really are too kind!

[onoir]

A compliment beyond my capacity to accept. I thank you, Master.

[ A sweep of one arm across his chest, and he dips his head in quiet gratitude. ]

[emotive]

[Read: PLEASE HAVE A SENSE OF SELF-PRESERVATION YOU KIND PERSON.]

Honestly... But, you're welcome! Anyways, I think the place should be... Here!

[They stop in front of a cafe called, Ahnenerbe. Inside, the lighting is low, but warm and the interior was decidedly more Western than most other outlets in Fuyuki.]

This is the place where Lien works. She says it's a very relaxing place, no matter what time of the day or night.

[onoir]

[ A quick glance around, and he fixes Ai with a slightly inquisitive look. ]

—Is Miss Lien here tonight?

[ And if so, he wonders if he should...seat himself somewhere else to give the sisters space?! Hm. ]

[emotive]

[She answers with a good amount of certainty.]

No. I'm sure her shifts are during daylight hours. And knowing her, after what we went through, Lien's not the type to throw herself into work right afterwards.

[Anyways, she takes a seat near the window, motioning him to do the same.]

[onoir]

[ He follows suit, though it still feels strange to be ostensibly "blending in" with the surroundings. It's a small mercy that the cafe is mostly empty.

A quick glance at the menu, and... yeah, he doesn't actually know what half of this stuff is, and he's not so forward as to order something for himself first— he'll let Ai take the reins. ]

If I may, Master—

[ Polite and deferential, as per usual, but there's a hint of that roguishness that comes into play; a young man who, despite his trials, has a sense of quiet humor. ]

—Your sister may have been the better choice of companion to teach you how to "relax".

[emotive]

[Ai makes an order for two drinks; a special for that night that being hot spiced wine, served in tall glass cups with handles. The scent is enticing and warm.

At Diarmuid's remark, Ai blinks, but she kind of gets the intent so she lets out a small laugh]

You only talked to her once, Lancer, but I'm sure you realize what she's like just from that one conversation...

[onoir]

I may have unintentionally antagonized her.

[ A private smile to himself; Ai can ask if she wants, but first: ]

...Sláinte.

[ He holds up his drink. ]

[emotive]

[Oh, cool... Ai follows his suit and raises her glass. It's a single world, but the language is beautiful to her. Lien would be able to understand it instantly while she...

Anyways, she takes a sip. Instant comfort and the warmth spread throughout her body.]

Ahhh. I needed that...

[onoir]

[ He takes his own sip, and after a beat of silence, he says, almost like a confession: ]

For a knight, there's no greater honor than to exchange drinks with their lord or liege.

[ Amber-gold eyes close for a moment; a moment of respite for someone whose humility hardly allows him to be happy. ]

I'll remember this warmth, for as long as I'm allowed.

[ how does he even live with himself ]

[emotive]

[is it possible to die of a heart attack right there and then It's a good thing the lighting is low because Ai Thao is sure if she wasn't keeping herself in check, her cheeks would be just as red as the wine they're drinking.]

T-That's...!

[... BOWS HER HEAD POLITELY and she smiles at him.]

No matter what happens, I'd be at ease as a Master if you returned with good memories.

[onoir]

Good memories.

[ He parrots the phrase, keeping his fondness on the down-low. ]

My only wish is to serve you honorably. If you would allow it of me, then you've already given me purpose.

[emotive]

I couldn't ask for anyone better to be at my side. [She sets her cup down with a nod.]

In any case... [Now for a light change of topic and there's a hint of mischief in her eyes.]

Diarmuid, I am interested in your first impression of my sister. I won't believe it for a moment that she didn't say something outrageous that came to her out of nowhere.

[onoir]

[ Ah, how cruel of her to make him gossip... not that he's above it all, but.

He has a feeling that she won't chide him too much about his impression, or the things he'll tell her. ]

—As I said, I've involuntarily antagonized her.

[ uh oh ]

She has a problem with my chest, if I recall correctly.

[ #justdiarmuidthings ]

1/3

[emotive]

[Huh, that's weird.]

Now why would she have an issue with...

[emotive]

[Wait a minute, HOW DARE YOU LIEN YOU MADE HER LOOK AND NOW IT CLICKS AND...]

[emotive]

... I'm sorry Lancer. I'm so sorry for having a sister like that...

[onoir]

[ A shake of the head, to indicate that he doesn't particularly mind. ]

No, it's fine. Though I have to ask if it's common practice for a lady to look at a man's chest, in this day and age.

[emotive]

Well, I'm just one woman so I couldn't speak for all. If anything though, preferences vary so there are different points of attraction! And besides, it's a little rude.

[onoir]

[ Such an earnest answer... he feels a bit badly for teasing. ]

I see. I regret to say that your sister wasn't too enamored.

[emotive]

I'm sure she said something along the lines of that you're too much for her...

[onoir]

[ A tilt of his head, as he sips his wine. ]

She also said something similar to what you did.

[ He tries to recall, and comes up with a half-chuckled: ] "Nope".

[emotive]

[Yup, that's her.]

So more like a mild example of how she usually acts. I honestly don't know what to do with her sometimes.

I'm glad she treated you fairly enough though. I'm sure in her own way, she was trying to be fair to you instead of letting it get to her.

[onoir]

It was kind of her to do so. She's under no obligation to be cordial to an enemy Servant, after all.

[ A light laugh, and he finishes his drink. ]