ғaтe/alт.dιѕтorтιon ii

[formidable]

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]

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.

[lansaigh]

[ There's a moment where he thinks about how he can deflect this, but decides not to: he takes that hand and scoops it up to his lips (gentlemanly, for someone so brusque), pressing it there for a brief moment before letting go abruptly. ]

I'll remember that, then.

[psychometer]

[The look on her face is blank at first. But then there's a small, "Oh!"

And then there's a brief thought about how she'd probably react differently without her gloves, but it's dismissed as wishful thinking. Instead, she crosses her arms so that she's hugging herself and effectively hiding her hands.]

... That's a first.

[lansaigh]

[ The reaction is so innocent, and he can't help but rile her up a little (tried to get married at like 16 years old: Cu Chulainn, ladies and gentleman). ]

Huh. I'm guessing that that applies here too, then.

[ Reaches out and bops her on the lips with an index finger. Someone call Saber so she can punch him into the stratosphere... ]

[psychometer]

[She... surprisingly doesn't react that strongly although it does take a blink or two for her to get what he meant.]

... Oh, you mean kissing?

No, that happened once. It sucked.

[AH...]

[lansaigh]

[ WHOA color him surprised?!

But now he's curious... ]

What, did the guy try to bite your face off?

1/2

[psychometer]

Mm. Man, it was long ago... I was thirteen, there was a neighboring boy's school and apparently one of the brats was dared to go kiss one of the girls and I happened to be in his line of sight...

[She looks thoughtful as she recalls the memory. She and Ai Thao were still in their readjusting stage and were seen as quiet and docile looking twins who did have the unfortunate penchant to act up every now and then (due to Lien of course).

Being twins with striking blue eyes and identical faces, they did catch attention from others and that included boys...]

So yeah, he came up to me, told me he had to do it because it was a dare, but it was okay. I didn't look like I would be mean about it, but he didn't really ask and just did it.

[psychometer]

[A beat.]

Then I kinda stared at him blankly and then punched him in the ribs hard enough for him to keel over.

I hated being touched after all.

[lansaigh]

[ Well.

A long stare, and he puts his hands together the way he's seen some people do on television. ]

Rest in peace, to that kid.

[psychometer]

Eh, he deserved it. Like I implied, it wasn't a really good kiss. No big deal.

[lansaigh]

If you ever feel like getting a better one...

[ He taps a finger against the back of his hand, to indicate "Command Spell". ]