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]

[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.]

[lansaigh]

It feels like a victory because...

[ And he moves to scoop her up, back into his arms and bounced like a little package. ]

...The Hero saying it is me.

[psychometer]

[Damn it... But not really. Lien's just easily surprised at the little effort it takes to have herself picked up as if she's light as a feather, even though Servants have superior strength.]

... Is it bad if I get too happy?

[lansaigh]

[ In a way, it is— how long does he have, anyway?— but despite it, he's always operated under a time limit since birth, so he just laughs, tucks her closer as he gets back to walking. ]

If you're happy, let yourself be happy. No one's gonna yell at you about it.

[psychometer]

... [She's quiet, not wanting to ruin the moment by interrupting herself with her usual audacity.

Something has changed and for once she's allowed herself to be swept up in the feeling. The girl who had nothing in her is being filled up. She feels so human, not because he was giving her that, but Lancer had let Lien see that she had been human all along.

Don't wish, don't wish, don't wish...

I wish this could last longer... I wish, I wish, I wish.

Lien's hold on him, tightens, but only slightly. Almost like a hug.]

[lansaigh]

[ A demigod, born to die, and a magus girl with a stolen life; there's a quiet affinity for the thought, and Lancer lets those fingers curl around him and hold on. He's always lived life like the wind, regardless of prophesy or preordained fate, so he thinks that it'd be stupid for Lien to let herself be bound to a fear of the unknown; if she gets nothing else out of this, he wants her to know what it feels like, to feel the breeze on her face.

Would it be ironic for him, in more ways than one, to say that life is short?

He tosses that thought aside as he winds them both back towards Shinto, back "home"; who cares. ]

Remember what that feels like, got it?

[psychometer]

You mean how I feel like my heart's about to burst?

[Usually, this would be said with the tone of her dry, oddball sarcasm. But instead, it's her thoughtful and wistful side, the one he saw when she talked about her nothingness. It's not completely melancholic though. She's smiling to herself.]

Yeah, I'll remember. What a pain.

[lansaigh]

A little pain's good for the soul. Or something.

[ Lancer rarely talks about things like that, though— his pain is his own, her pain is her own, and he'll hold hers close if she wants him to, won't if she tells him not to.

When they're back in Shinto proper, he finally sets her down on cooled asphalt, nudging her gently with a shoulder to help her balance. ]

[psychometer]

[As she's set down on the ground, she remarks, partly to herself and partly to him]

Hm. That's right, we should watch Die Hard before things are over for good.

[lansaigh]

[ "For good". He ignores that bit, though, and follows it up with: ]

With your heart's lover, right? Hans?

[psychometer]

My heart is for the hero, John McClane so you're mistaken.

[lansaigh]

John McClane, huh. Where does he live?

[ is he actually planning on finding Bruce Willis to bring him to Lien ]

[psychometer]

America. We're an ocean away, my good man.

[Anyways, she's yawning... It's been a long night.]

Man, what time is it even...?? Well, I'd love to stay up more and revel in our win, but sleep beckons.

[She takes the flower out of her hair, twirling it between her fingers.]

... Hey. If you go out by yourself... Can you bring back more of these flowers?

[It occurs to Lien that her apartment, as temporary as it is, had been rather colorless.]

[lansaigh]

[ The bareness of the apartment hadn't eluded him, even if it's not really his place to judge or say— it's not like he kept an abundance of things either, but things were different then.

He responds with a shrug, which is a gesture that means "yeah, don't worry about it". ]

What do I look like, a delivery guy? [ just to be difficult for a moment, before he complies: ] But fine, sure. You'll be covered in them.

[psychometer]

[After he replies, she takes his hand in her gloved ones as if studying them. Then she gives it a squeeze.]

Thank you. I'll really like having them around the apartment.