sweethymns | ғaтe/alт.dιѕтorтιon ii

[Shaking her head, so much judging here!!]

You can be honest, but even I know there's consequences to that. Besides, that's a line a caveman would use.

[There's another rumble of thunder and Lien glances out the window.]

... Ah. Too bad I can't call Ai to check up on her.

[She knows her twin's fear after all.]

[ He grumbles under his breath, but leaves it at that. Lien's second statement is cause for a little more attention, anyway. ]

If you're that worried, I can sniff her out and see what the little lady's up to.

[ It won't be difficult, since he can still sense Diarmuid from a good distance away. ]

She'll be fine. [Especially since Diarmuid's there.]

Thunderstorms aren't her favorite, but since she isn't alone, it might be better to let her be.

[With a quiet sigh, Lien lifts one leg up so it's laying on her side of the couch and resting the remaining part of her body on the opposite side. She lays her head in her arms, long hair sprawled out across her shoulders and her back.]

Once the storm's over, it's back to work I guess.

[Ah, the ever lingering Grail War. Lien takes it more seriously than one would think despite her leisurely tendencies. And considering what's happened in the past few days between her and this Servant... It was best to keep on track.]

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Don't sound too excited.

[ He says, not that he's overly enthusiastic about the War himself. There's nothing he stands to gain from it, aside from the fighting and the granting of a physical presence in this world, the latter of which he's taking advantage of quite gladly.

Perching on the armrest of the sofa, he watches Lien rest on her side, a little amused at their collective lack of a real agenda. ]

Whatever'll happen will happen. Don't worry that little head of yours too much.

[She's worried though. Lien isn't supposed to want anything. Now that she's aware of how strong that "want" is, it's a matter of clarifying it. She has a feeling she knows what it is, but the answer isn't going to be desirable.

But their time is limited; unknown, but limited. There are things she can still do, things that she can't replicate with another person once this one next to her is gone. And maybe that's why she should...

A soft sigh escapes from her lips. It's silent for a moment or two as the rain outside continues to drum against the concrete streets and buildings of this modern city.

And then, something unexpected comes out of her although she doesn't look at Cu as she suddenly says: ]

You know what?

You were a really cute kid back then.

[ Well. That's unexpected, and he casts his red, red eyes to where she's still resting, one brow arched up in surprise and his lips caught between wanting to frown or part in barely-concealed disbelief.

Cute. Okay, this is new. ]

...What, aside from the dog-killing and the womanizing? [ He scratches his chin, buying himself some time. ] Yeah, I was a perfect angel.

[ He knows that that's not what Lien means, but. Well. ]

You don't have to be an angel to be cute.

[She pulls herself into a normal sitting position again, albeit with one leg up so she can rest her chin her knee as she glances at him.]

Me, being a prime example of course.

[ Alright, this he can work with. He turns so that he's sitting on the armrest with his feet on the couch cushions, leans in so that they're almost nose to nose. ]

What, so now you're just using this as an excuse to butter yourself up?

[Oh. Oh.

Yeah, I'm definitely at fault here, she thinks. She keeps a calm front even though she feels her raising heartbeat and the slight blush in her cheeks (she prays to god that the candlelight isn't enough to show that or that her hair is covering it, just please.)

Lien replies lightly with a light tilt of her head.]

Am I?

[There's a second or two of consideration before she reaches up with one gloved hand to lightly brush aside some stray stands of Lancer's hair as she solemnly, but earnestly says:]

I'm not sure what I'm doing.

[ He's close enough that he can hear her breath hitch for just a moment, and he's sure that if he listens closely enough, he can hear the beat of her heart: Hound instincts.

How lightly does he take an action that he's done many, many times, but in reference to a girl who's always kept people at arm's length?

The answer is that he doesn't, he treats his trajectory to Lien's lips with the same weight he holds for everything, which is simply and with conviction.

What he gives her is a kiss, no more and no less. ]

Trust me, it's better that way.

[It was that simple, but that effective because it definitely clarified something.

Her eyes widen at the kiss and for a minute she's unable to think of anything to say...]

[... Because if she did, it wouldn't be enough. She puts her leg down with her hands in her lap; a very shy reaction. But then Lien looks up, smiling warmly and letting out a light laugh.]

That's dangerous.

But I liked that. It was definitely better. Better than my first.

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Set the bar higher, missy. Things can only go up from here.

[ And he wants her to believe that that's true, because the alternative is bleak and mordant and life is, he likes to believe, slightly better than what everyone would have you believe. Even if it's on borrowed time.

He brushes a piece of hair out of her face, ruins the effort by giving her a gentle noogie, and then pulls away. ]

[The noogie to the head doesn't really ruin it for her even though it makes her go, "Hey!" and laugh. Her face is definitely flushed and she feels lighter than usual. Lien shakes her head at him before standing up with her hands on her hips, playfully jabbing back.]

Really? I suppose you think you one-upped me just now?

When haven't I? I've always been one step ahead of you, don't deny it.

[ He mirrors her posture, hands on his hips and his lips twitched up in a semi-canine smile, showing teeth. The playfulness suits him fine: it's something Lien seems to be growing into. ]

Not all the time.

[Lien says this showing a mock indignant expression before it softens and she moves closer to him, still standing and resting her forehead in the groove of his shoulder.]

... Maybe this time though.

[It occurs to her that he figured it out long before she did. "It," being that she liked him. It was the kind of "like," that created curiosity, heartache, ruin, and destruction, the kind that appeared in all those songs and stories to the point where it made others tired of constantly seeing and hearing of a "like" that caused so much pain.

Ah. So it was there all along.

She murmurs, not moving from her spot.]

I'll... We'll see where this goes, okay? Not now, obviously, but... [A short laugh as if she's mocking herself.]

Yeah. We'll see.

[ It's touching in a way that Lancer won't forget: a steady warmth, a quiet lean. He feels her weight on his shoulder and he indulges it, not particularly because he feels like he needs to, but because it feels right.

He likes to think that his heart's a good judge of things. (That's why people are always going after it with sharp objects, ha ha.)

Fingers weave through long, dark hair until they settle comfortably on the small of Lien's back, tracing the curve of her spine. A good luck gesture. ]

Make it up as we go along. Sounds like a plan, one you learned from the best.

... Thank you. [For giving her time. For giving her this and just for letting her handle it preciously because that's what this is. Precious.

She has long gone past the difficult hurdle of touch when it comes to this man. For the longest time, anyone besides Ai Thao represented a threat of the unknown, best kept away with distance. And she kept Lancer at a distance too until everything that happened and led up to this point.

For the first time in her revived life, Lien Kha feels safe. Lien feels okay with who she is and for wanting happiness, giving happiness, and receiving it in return. Lien feels.

There's no denying that this is a dangerous position though. There's a sudden spark of... something and Lien begins to move and talk without actually thinking. Hey, Cu implied it was better if she didn't try to think through everything with something like this. And so she moves from his shoulder, her face remaining close to his.]

This is good. But I will end on one last thing...

[The young woman leans in close, looking into his eyes with her gentle blue ones...]

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[... The gentleness quickly turns into a wicked gleam and what happens next is completely sudden.

Her lips graze past his cheek and at the same time one hand places itself on the back of his neck, pulling Lancer in, making him feel the whisper of her breath...

... And Lien Kha takes a light chomp on the top his ear. Well. More like a nibble, but there is definitely teeth, a sharp and playful tug and then suddenly it's over and she walks past him to the hallway, covering her lips...

[She does turn around, muffling her laughter, perhaps shocked at her own spontaneous action, but mostly joyful and delighted and it's unlike any Lien Kha that's been seen before.]

You are not one upping me.

[Well, except for that part.]

[ The warmth against his ear, the sway of his piercing hitting the soft angle of Lien's cheek, these are things he feels as acutely as gravity, as the air in his own lungs that fuel him, drive him. The gesture is indelicate, but it hits home.

Lancer isn't stunned as much as he's fondly annoyed, for being blindsided with such a cute attack. He has his pride to uphold, doesn't Lien know?

A palm washes over his face, long hair waterfalling over his shoulders, and he peeks through his fingers to return a crooked, exasperated grin.

Whatever is he to do with you, Lien? ]

You better be on your damn toes, missy. My brand of vengeance is swift and merciless.

[The young Master leans against the wall with one leg crossed behind the other and crossed arms to match and one eye closed as if sleepily winking at him.]

Ah, so that's what this will be then? A back and forth of avenging ourselves until it can't escalate any further?

Hey, now...you shouldn't provoke me like that. I take things like that too seriously.

[ And here he is, following her down the hall before he does one of those trademark hand-against-the-wall gestures. It's done without a serious intention to trap, she would know if he were really pulling out those guns. ]

Ah...

[While she can tell he's being playful, at the same time the need to defend herself against this kind of move takes priority (if she looks into his eyes she'll be more tempted to escalate things).

So she leans her forehead against his chest.]

And you make me too curious for my own good.

[There's a shyness in her voice as she admits at least that much.]

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