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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[emotive]

[DIARMUID PLEASE]

I... No...! That wasn't...!!

[She's like flailing without flailing...!!]

[onoir]

[ How utterly disrespectful of him?! But he plays with it a little, ready to take responsibility for his actions if he actually oversteps. ]

No— as your knight, I'd like to hear the "bad things" that you mentioned earlier.

[emotive]

[You see this face? SHE'S TRYING TO DEAL SO BAD.]

Even if I could, I wouldn't! Like I said, you make it hard!

[onoir]

Then I've made some truly regrettable transgressions, if you can't even say them.

[ Diarmuid EASE UP he's just plying though... ]

[emotive]

Now you really are just teasing me!

[Yeah, pouting, but for the most part it's not like he's offending her. It's just... What is this banter? It's... charming?? It's a side of him she's not accustomed to since their relationship from the start was that of Master and Servant. Now it's like... friends. Something she kind of wanted from the start.]

Geez... I can't win, can I?

[Some Master she is, sheesh! She buries her face halfway into the blanket, murmuring.]

I'm really happy about something like this...

[onoir]

[ Diarmuid is disgustingly a knight, through and through, but he's not totally devoid of an ability to read the atmosphere or to know how and when to be playful— he can tell when Ai wants him to be him, outside of the confines of their labels. She'll always be His Master, but that doesn't bar him from being Diarmuid ua Duibhne when he can.

The tail end of what she says gets lost somewhere between the rustling of blankets and the folds of fabric, but he has a feeling he knows what sentiment it is, and he smiles. ]

I should think that you'd be angry, if I let you win.

[emotive]

Angry, no. Irate, would be a better word to describe what I'd be like.

[Ahhh... She wishes she can blame the scent of the various candles for making her feel dizzy. She takes one candle in the nearest corner to blow it out (it burned down to the bottom fairly quick anyways) before asking:]

It's a little sudden, but I suppose there isn't a better time to talk about this. You mentioned Oscar and Oisin, from the Fianna. What were they like?? Stories only say so much about people after all.

[onoir]

[ CHANGING THE SUBJECT ARE WE, AI...!!! A brow quirks knowingly, but he doesn't protest the sudden shift in conversation. ]

Oscar and Oisin... They were the hope of the Fianna. Oisin was Fionn's son, and Oscar was Oisin's son— a long line of warriors.

[ He says this fondly, even if Fionn was the one that led to his death; clearly there's no bitterness here, not on his end. ]

Honorable to a fault, the lot of them.

[emotive]

That sounds like a trait most knights would have. Although that's a broad thing for me to say seeing as how you're the one knight I'm becoming most acquainted with.

[onoir]

There were always exceptions to the rule, of course. I can't say that I speak for or represent all knights.

[emotive]

Do you think Oscar and Oisin would be Heroic Spirits themselves?

[The thought just occurred to her and it's an interesting one. It's not completely impossible after all.]

Either way, after meeting you I guess I'd like to know about the people you've had in your life.

[After all, she was a girl whose most significant connection was her sister. And while strong in its own way, it wasn't enough after their lives were stolen, obscuring any other relationships they may have had in the past.]

[onoir]

—They may. I'm certain they would be in Tír na nÓg, though we're not always too aware of who sits where in the Thrones.

[ That would have been a trip, to face off against one of his former Knights. He's not sure what that would have been like, all things considered, but he has a feeling that none of them would particularly have had any hard feelings.

Her curiosity towards his life has him smile a little, lean an elbow on the table. ]

Have you read anything regarding my life? In your books?

[emotive]

[Oh...]

Ah. Yes, yes I have.

[She's honest enough to say yes, but she's not sure if she's going to mention when she read up on his life though. ]

Your father was also part of the Fianna from what I remember in the book I read, but you were fostered by Aengus?

[onoir]

[ Ah, so she knows. That makes things a little easier, maybe.

He nods. ]

Aengus, the god of love and beauty. If you could believe it.

[ He laughs a little as if this is so ridiculous, has he looked in a mirror recently ]

[emotive]

Ah, so the only other man that could compete with you then?

[She looks serious, but there's definitely a joke in that remark.]

[onoir]

[ Oh Ai, you're full of quips tonight!? He chuckles to himself when he hears it. ]

He's a God— and as such, I don't think I stand much of a chance.

[emotive]

That's rather awe inspiring, but frightening at the same time...

[Inwardly shaking her head that the fact that there are such beings in the world whose beauty she can't even begin to comprehend, but really, it's truly amusing in its own way.

This conversation about his past life and the people who were connected with him has gotten her thinking. She may not have much of a past, but that doesn't mean she can't share something of her own.]

Ah, about Tír na nÓg! Since you mentioned it and when I read about it, I remembered there being a legend or two about a similar place from my own country! In Vietnam, it's said that the people are descendants of the children who resulted from a union of a dragon and a fairy. The fairy came from a realm called the "Land of Bliss."

[onoir]

I have heard that legends share common elements across the board.

[ That's interesting, though— a dragon and a fairy, huh. ]

So that would make you a descendant of a fairy.

[emotive]

[She looks happy when he says that and she tilts her head as she leans her arms on the table again.]

Lien would say the same thing to me when we were younger to make me feel better. We would read stories together sometimes and that's how she helped me catch up.

[With her Eyes, Lien was quicker to educate herself after all and such knowledge was passed on to Ai Thao who didn't have that sort of capacity...]

[onoir]

Mm.

[ He replies with a soft sound from the back of his throat in acknowledgement, subtle and fond, and he looks like he's about to say something when— ]

—Ah, I shouldn't. You would be angry with me.

[ Diarmuid!!!!!!! ]

[emotive]

Oh?

[Too bad, her interest is piqued!]

Try me! As your Master, I've already permitted you to speak your mind before!

[onoir]

[ You asked for this, Ai

With a soft sigh, he concedes. ]

"If it's true that you're a descendant of a fairy, that would explain how lovely you are."

[ Never give this nerd permission to speak his mind, tbh. ]

1/3

[emotive]

[... Okay, that isn't so bad and she's determined to take it like the compliment it is...]

[emotive]

[But she can't control it; her happiness and the embarrassment at such a remark towards her, someone who may have been called "pretty" or "adorable." But to be seen as lovely by a person like this...

PANICPANICPANICPANIC.]

[emotive]

.... THANKYOUVERYMUCHIamverygratefulbecauseyouseemethatway...!!!

[GOD taking a deep breath and exhaling before changing the subject.]

... Ah, the fragrances are rather strong aren't they?? Um, we don't need this much light!

[She grabs a few candles on the table, giving a puff of breath to each to blow out each flame. There's still enough light in the kitchen, but now it's harder to see each others faces except for the faint glowing outlines the remaining candles cast upon them.]