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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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[psychometer]

[Lien makes her way out; behind them, the fog is remains, but the outside world is normal and the skies are clear. To mundane eyes, the fog does not exist and since they can't see, they would not be locked into the Horseman's conditions. Hopefully.

Lien doesn't answer at first and lets Lancer ruffle her hair. The usage of the Command Spell might have been worth it if it led to straight forward victory.

She wants to apologize, but then she understands, that would be cheap. So instead...]

... Thank you. I know it's part of your duty as a Servant, but thank you for keeping me safe.

[She's even able to smile! Things have been changing; before, she might have put herself down for being a magus that had refused to improve due to her distaste of magic. It's better to channel that self-loathing to praising this amazing Spirit who kept her alive.]

[lansaigh]

[ That gratitude sits a lot better with him than any apology, and while he's not inclined to boast, he accepts her words with an openness that's hardly humble. ]

Well. You're not the only one that'd be in trouble if you were dead.

[ It's a teasing sort of "you're welcome", one that might sound mean, even, if it weren't intended to convey the fact that he'd much rather her be alive and well, thank you very much.

He was supposed to win, but he didn't. The reality is on the table, and he's not happy about "losing" up and until the point where he knows that being vehement about it would just be pointless.

Letting his shoulders drop, he takes his first step off the bridge. ]

A Rider without his Ride is just "r", anyway. Nothin' to worry about, as far as I'm concerned.

[psychometer]

Mm! [She nods in agreement.]

Let's call it a night and talk strategy later. I bet Headless has to recover out of sight and out of mind for a while. And it doesn't seem like his Master will show up to get me, not after seeing what you can do.

[And as if she's been doing this all her life, she leans against his shoulder, sighing softly.]

Long day, huh?

[lansaigh]

Don't tell me.

[ He says with a little raise of his brow, a not-so-subtle patronization that manages to tiptoe onto amused. ]

Hungry?

[psychometer]

Nn. Maybe just some tea to get me to sleep should do or...

[She trail off. There's that look on her face, the one where Lien's thinking of something completely different and it only makes sense to her thought process and she stands up straight.]

Lancer. Face me.

[lansaigh]

[ Huh. That earns Lien a half-quizzical look, one that he accompanies by stopping short and tilting his head. ]

What, am I gonna get yelled at?

[ But he turns towards her anyway, mostly because he doesn't see a reason to refuse. ]

1/2

[psychometer]

[What she does next can honestly be called completely out of nowhere.

Her gloved hands reach up to cup the sides of his face and Lien simply looks straight into his own eyes without saying a word.

Now, her Eyes aren't the kind that hypnotize (if we're gonna be pedantic they're self-hypnotic). But nonetheless, the seriousness of her gaze combined with the deep blue of her eyes is a strange combination. And her hands are warm if only because of the gloves and remnants of prana.

She's expressing something that can't be said with words.]

[psychometer]

.... Poooooooommm!!!

[Her hands pat the sides of his face while making the sound effect, like a child would do. Her hands fall to her side and she nods.]

That was easier than I thought!

[lansaigh]

[ For a second, he's...somber? Awestruck? He's not sure what it is, but a combination of those eyes, those deep blues that he remembers from the first day they met, have him fixed—

—but she opens her mouth and ruins it, like she does with so many things. And he laughs, because he's grown to expect it by now and he's grown to like that about her, the willingness not to keep things strange or heavy. ]

If you wanted a kiss, you can just. You know.

Say it.

[ Again: just saying. ]

[psychometer]

[wait what]

What's kissing got to do with it? I just wanted to look at you.

[is she for real she genuinely sounds like she has no idea what he's talking about maybe]

[lansaigh]

[ In return, he barely feigns being coy when he puts his hands on either side of her face. ]

Really. Do you usually look at people like this?

[ And he leans in, all 6 feet of him, red eyes centimeters away from Lien's line of vision. ]

1/3

[psychometer]

[wait]

[psychometer]

[WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT]

[psychometer]

[THERE'S ONLY ONE THING TO DO AND THAT'S RUFFLE HIS HAIR WITH GREAT FEROCITY]

PUNISHMENT!!!

[lansaigh]

[ The ferocity of the ruffling prompts him to pull back and shake his head, like a dog that's been rubbed the wrong way. ]

—Hey, hey, watch it.

[psychometer]

See? Don't underestimate your Master!!

[Her heart is not beating faster, she's not mildly disappointed by what she did, she is NOT...]

[lansaigh]

Says the one who did this first.

[ A light tap of his palms against her cheeks, and he backs off. ]

If you've got that much energy left, I'm not carrying you home.

[psychometer]

I didn't exert myself as much and the fog did a number on me so... [Nod, nod! Gotta get her mind off of what happened!]

I'm getting better at this.

[lansaigh]

Yeah. You were almost a full-fledged Master out there.

[ Again, the whole Command Spell thing and her being able to think on her feet; he's impressed, really! ]

So now it's time to rest up.