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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]

[ There's a faint stir in his Circuits as Ai begins to stir, and Diarmuid gets up from his perch on the couch to heat up some water for tea. Once his task is done, he walks towards Ai's room and gently taps his knuckles against the door, signaling his presence while asking permission to enter. ]

I've made tea, if you'd like some.

[ Hardly a task that he'd been summoned for, but regardless, he'd like to be useful. ]

[emotive]

Ah! [She turns her attention from the window to him, greeting him with a smile.]

Good evening! And yes, tea sounds good right now. Place it on the table.

[onoir]

[ Her smile is heartening, if only because she has the energy for it; that's good.

Setting the tea on the side table, he hangs back, ready to do anything should Ai ask. ]

How are you feeling?

[emotive]

Much better!

[She pats herself across the chest.]

I'm resilient you know.

[onoir]

I'm glad to hear it.

[ A beat, and then: ]

...Master. Permission to speak out of turn.

[emotive]

[Huh, now what could it be??]

Yes? Permission granted.

[onoir]

[ He hesitates, going over his wording in his mind, before he decides to just be out with it; better to be honest and chided than dishonest and praised. ]

If ever your concern lies with my happiness, know that the few days you've granted me, with your grace and your consideration, have been beyond comparison.

[ does that sound forward? maybe. ]

I've fought with honor by your side. This is something I'll take with me to my Throne with pride.

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[emotive]

[Her eyes widen at his sudden confession of sorts and Ai's clearly at a loss at what to say.]

That's... I...

[Oh, no is she getting sick again or are her cheeks just getting warmer...?]

[emotive]

[THE ONLY WAY TO SOLVE THIS IS TO PULL THE BLANKET OVER HERSELF SO SHE'S HIDDEN IN PLAIN SIGHT CLEARLY.

Granted, she does speak from under the blanket because she wouldn't have been able to say anything otherwise, not without revealing how red her face was.]

I'm very... I'm very happy to hear that! Too happy!

[onoir]

[ She'll hear him laugh, then, muffled as it might sound under those blankets; almost a sigh of relief. ]

There's no greater honor than hearing you say so. It's your words that put me at ease, Master.

[emotive]

[She pulls the blanket so her eyes are showing. Her brows are furrowed in such a way that it's clear to see that she's still embarrassed.]

I don't know how, but I won't deny it if that's the way you see it... Even if I am the one being taken care of right now.

[onoir]

[ Ah, right. Ai's still under the weather, so he should show some more consideration...

A beat, and he reaches out with a light "pardon" to press one palm against his Master's forehead. ]

Speaking of. Is there anything you need?

[emotive]

[i'm going to explode please call the paramedics She calmly lets him feel her temperature; still warm, but not as bad as it was in the morning.]

Nothing else comes to mind... oh, actually...

[She points at the end of the room where there's a paper bag; a little something from Lien]

Could you bring that over for me? Lien said it was an actual gift.

[onoir]

A gift?

[ let's hope it doesn't explode or sing when it comes into contact with humans... But he gets up and takes the bag, gingerly, to set it on Ai's lap. ]

Your sister likes her surprises.

[emotive]

[Meanwhile, Lien while getting ready for her shift at work sneezes.

Ai Thao reaches inside and the contents are surprisingly mundane. But to Ai, it's a real treasure.]

Oh... Wow!! She remembered!

[There's a large watercolor pad, a box of watercolor paints, and various sized brushes; not cheap either. The brushes had fine soft hairs, perfect for creative endeavors.]

[onoir]

[ His Master certainly has flair for the artistic: first singing, now paints. Diarmuid glances at the items with some interest, thinking about how this age is so convenient, for real. ]

Something she promised you?

[emotive]

Not exactly. But I did tell her in a message how I was running out of paints when I was back in America so she must have kept that in mind. This is basically my hobby when I'm not training as a magus.

[onoir]

Your hobbies are many, and your talents, just as much. As a warrior, I can't say that I have any knowledge in the arts— I leave that in your capable hands.

[emotive]

[She's quiet for a moment and then she speaks up, shyly asking]

... W-When we have another break is it alright if...





[HAVE COURAGE AI]

Diarmuid, is it alright if I paint a portrait of you??

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[onoir]

[ A blink, and he looks around the room once to make sure that he's really... the subject of this discussion?! ]

[onoir]

[ And when he's convinced, he exhales softly; something like a sigh of resignation. ]

If the subject matter is agreeable to you, then, yes.

[emotive]

[HUZZAH]

Of course! I love painting portraits of people I see and... Um... Eventually you won't be with me and I'd like to keep something to remember you by.

[For all the time they've been able to spend together, it seems Ai is clearly aware that it is limited. And for her it's precious, through good and through bad.]

[onoir]

[ In all honesty, he'd rather not; portraits are for nobility and for people who want their image rendered for posterity, and he's not too keen. It seems too preemptive, too, given that he feels he hasn't done much to warrant his face sticking around near Ai, but, well.

If that's what makes her happy. ]

Again, you do me far too much good. I'll strive to be worthy of your remembrance.

[emotive]

[Indeed she looks happy as she sets aside the art supplies and moves so she's sitting on the edge of the bed.]

That aside... For our real business, I told Lien about the Servant in the church when she was here. She says she's willing to go with me to the church next time.

[onoir]

...I won't object, if those are your intentions. But would it be possible for me or Cu Chulainn to accompany you, next time?