ғaтe/alт.dιѕтorтιon ii

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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. ➤ PART I ➢ FSN AU Lien Kha. ➤ FSN AU Ai Thao Kha. ➢ Fate/ALT.distortion Playlist.

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[psychometer]

[Oh.

Ohhhhh.

OHHHHHHH.

Lien's surprise is quiet but visible on her face. She instinctively reaches up to take off her glasses and turn her attention to polishing the lenses with her opposite palm as if wanting to avoid looking at Cu directly.]

That's... Hm.

[She's not sure how to reply!]

Being able to grow despite the surroundings is a strength in itself. I guess??

[lansaigh]

You "guess". Try to sound a little more convinced next time.

[ A snort, but he walks over to one of the flowers, removes it from its perch and comes back with it so he can put it in her hair. There. ]

Always keep moving forward, little lady.

[psychometer]

[Ah.

His words and the action of putting the flower in her hair does something to her. She feels warm. It's her cheeks and she reaches up to cover them.(Trying to read herself??)]

... Am I really getting better?

[Cause honestly, she's feeling a little weak right now, but in a way she's not sure she understands!]

[lansaigh]

[ He takes a moment to think about that, or, well. He pretends to, with his back against a tree and his legs thrown out in front of him, crossed at the ankles.

His expression is carefully neutral, but he breaks it with one of his Cheshire grins, wide and slightly unsettling to some but mostly calm this time around. ]

When I snuck up on you the first day, you almost threw a plate at my head.

[ Exaggeration, but the point he's trying to make is: ] And now you're letting me put flowers in your hair, so I'd say that that's a damn big improvement.

[psychometer]

[Yeah. Why IS she letting him do that?

The first few days, she barely spoke a word to him. And now here they are. She trusted him with her life. Lien has found herself reaching out for him with her own hands, making actual casual contact leaning on him, a literal pillar of support, and someone she shows all of her sides to. The good, the bad, the new...

And now? Friends.

... She walks over to where he stands and makes a gesture with her hand as if trying to measure.]

...

Nope. I haven't grown an inch.

[lansaigh]

[ He watches her do her height-check, and tilts his head, trying to figure out what she's going for. ]

How about around here?

[ Makes a gesture to her general...chest area... terrible. But he knows, he knows she's still working on it, being with people, not keeping them at arm's length— he knows, so he'll tease her about it. ]

[psychometer]

Hey, hey. I thought we agreed not to talk about that.

[She puts her hands on her hips, pretending to look cross.]

Besides, if we're talking about being "endearing" maybe it's not so bad I'm the way I am now.

[... The thought of hoping he'd stop calling her a "kid" later suddenly crosses her, but she shakes it off.]

[lansaigh]

"Maybe it's not so bad", huh.

[ He laughs, breezy and light, before nudging her side gently with an elbow. ]

That's where you're supposed to say "I'm endearing, so shut up and take notice".

[psychometer]

... Notice what?

[LIIIIIIIEN.]

[lansaigh]

[ LIEN!! ]

...That you're cute? What, you're gonna make me say it?

1/3

[psychometer]

Oh, that's...?

[psychometer]

[psychometer]

[SHE'S BEEN SHOCKED INTO SILENCE AND HER FACE IS GETTING AS PINK AS THE SASANQUAS... Granted she's able to speak up, but it's really quiet and not unlike the manner in which Ai Thao would act.]







... Thanksthat'stoomuchI'msorry.

[lansaigh]

What was that?

[ He heard her with his stupidly sharp hound-dog hearing, but he leans forward with his hands on his hips anyway, Cheshire-cat grin a little roguish as he pulls his face closer to hers. ]

Thanks, that's not too much, you should be sorry you didn't say more?

[psychometer]

[WHAT IS HE DOING TO HER?! The proximity between them feels dangerous all of a sudden and Lien feels as if she's not going to recover anytime soon if the warmth she's feeling has anything to say about it. The only thing she CAN do is to squat down, burying her face in her knees, muffling out her voice.]

Arrrrgh!!

[Bullheaded indeed...]

[lansaigh]

[ He chuckles quietly to himself, low and content, and he puts his jaw on the crown of Lien's head for a few seconds before releasing her and pulling himself back up. ]

You'll get there one day. Try not to sound so happy about being complimented, by the way.

[psychometer]

I'm...? [This is happy?? If anything she feels more confused. She calms down, straightening herself out although her cheeks are faintly flushed.]

... When you say things like that, I don't know what to do. [Sure, she's called herself cute, but that was partly a false sense of self-esteem. When it was him... She murmurs to herself, clutching her hands together.]

Even playing around is serious...?

[lansaigh]

...?

[ A beat where he looks confused, as if he doesn't understand what she's not understanding...

...before he breaks into another casual, light smile. ]

If you're cute, you're cute. If you don't think so, that's your opinion— try to live a little easier, Lien.

[ Again, that big hand pats at her hair, reassuring in his lack of judgment. ]

It's not like I'm trying to make you do anything, sheesh.

[psychometer]

I know you're not. This is just a first for me.

[As he pats her head, her hand reaches up to wrap around his wrist, as if wanting to study it.]

... Actually, it's kind of a change of subject, but I've been wondering...

[lansaigh]

Wondering?

[ Huh.

Inwardly he braces for something disarming or weird, just in case... ]

[psychometer]

Have you actually been using any prana from me up until this point even after all those fights you've been through?

[lansaigh]

—Well, I wouldn't be standing here if I wasn't gettin' prana from somewhere. I thought I was getting it from you.

[ He reaches out, puts a palm against her forehead. ]

There's a connection. You feel it, right?

[ But he acknowledges that it's strange— Lien should be more tired, if he were really draining a good portion of her prana. ]

[psychometer]

I was just check... [Whoop, hand against her forehead MAYBE SHE'S FEELING TIRED NOW and a little warm]

... Checking.

... I wanted to know since I do kinda feel the effects, but my hands haven't changed much.

[The output of prana in the Circuits of her hands seem just about normal if a little below average after each brawl Lancer was in.]

[lansaigh]

Might as well take what we can, right. If you're not feeling weird, think of it as an advantage.

[ A little pat, and he pulls his palm away. ]

I'll cover for whatever you can't, so don't worry your pretty little head.

[psychometer]

Huh. Cute AND pretty?

[A beat.]

Yeah, you know what? I'll take it. It makes this battle feel like a real victory.

[Weirdo.]