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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[lansaigh]

...Yeah, a little.

[ A squint, and he leans forward. ]

Why?

[psychometer]

Ah...

[Too close, too close!? Lien doesn't back down, but rather glances to the side as if avoiding his gaze.]

Before I woke up, I... Well, I saw the rest of your life in my dreams. I saw how it ended and then my chest started hurting.

[lansaigh]

[ His head bows, close enough that his forehead almost touches hers. Conspiratory. ]

Your chest started hurting, huh.

[ He almost laughs. ]

Why? Sad for me?

[psychometer]

I meant it literally.

[She smiles at the gesture, despite herself.]

Figuratively... I don't know. Maybe I was. I think I was mostly confused though.

[lansaigh]

[ He hasn't quite equated the pain in his chest to anything other than his heroic death all those centuries ago— he doesn't think that he could, since he can't recall anything beyond that at all.

So, appropriately, he looks mildly curious. ]

Confused? What, it can't be all that confusing to see someone die.

[psychometer]

... It's different.

[She leans her forehead against his shoulder with that murmur.]

You're not just "someone" anymore.

[lansaigh]

[ That becomes an easy segue for him to wrap one arm around her shoulder, pull her in so he can bring the covers over the both of them. Lazy mornings are fine with him. ]

That's right, huh. I gave you flowers and everything: that's effort.

[psychometer]

Easy for you to say.

[It feels like she's being spoiled, but she gladly takes in the closeness and the warmth. She didn't even put her gloves back on and for once didn't have the need for the thinly veiled security they gave her.]

... What I meant to say was that... For me at some point, I felt like time stopped. I grew up, but I didn't feel whole.

... Looking at you, you just kept going. Like a real idiot.

[To her credit, Lien says this fondly.]

[lansaigh]

[ It's not an insult, being called an idiot: he's heard it a lot over the course of time, and he knows that gallantry often go hand in hand with less conventional decisions.

So he laughs, narrows his eyes in something equally fond. ]

Times are different. You just had a stalemate with yourself for a while— you still have time to be a huge idiot, don't worry your pretty little head.

[psychometer]

Well, I definitely had a good start last night.

[She jokes of course and she reaches up to play with his earring between her fingers.]

We've gotten this far though, so I'll try not to ruin it by being more idiotic...

... Hey. You were sad at some points during your life, weren't you? [It occurred to Lien that out of all emotions she's seen him display so far, Lancer never seemed to show regrets or an ounce of sorrow.]

[lansaigh]

Sad? Yeah, does it look like I'm always cruising life without worrying about anything? I have my moments.

[ He brushes a finger along Lien's cheek, moves a piece of hair out of her eyes. ]

Life hasn't always been easy sailing, and it never will be— it's an endless cycle of stupid shit that people come up with to amuse themselves in one way or another. But...

[ A shrug. ]

...Might as well have fun with it.

[psychometer]

[She puts her hand down to think about his words. It was very... It was very him. And that's what made her start to slowly admire him in the first place Even if the sadness was hidden, Cu Chulainn's smile and his insolent jests and gestures were a light in the darkness. Whatever he felt about his life, it didn't hold him back from just being in and focusing on the present moment

... With her of all people.

Lien feels like she could say more. Maybe she should, that's what people would normally do in this sort of situation, right? RIGHT??

... Ah, to hell with it. With surprising courage, she pushes herself up so that she can press her lips against his.]

Idiot.

[lansaigh]

[ It's quick, it's slight, but it happens— and he looks surprised for just the moment it takes to sink in, and that's all he needs.

When she pulls back, he grins and pulls back in, reciprocates with an ease that suggests that he's not at all bothered by the course of action she's decided to take. ]

Get used to it, I'm your idiot for now.

[psychometer]

[This is so bad for her. She thinks that, but Lien lets his reciprocation gravitate and enclose her to him. The warmth makes her feel like she'll overflow to the brim with happiness.]

You're mine, hm? I like the sound of that.

[She moves so that she's sitting more upright using one hand to move her hair over to one side, smiling all the while.]

Although, what if this is just you taking revenge?? Taking all of my kisses like a thief.

[lansaigh]

A warrior always knows when to go in for the steal.

[ Her accusation makes him laugh, and he doesn't move to sit up next to her, but rather...

...he just scoots, waits until she's in a semi-sitting position so he can put his head on her lap. ]

Be on guard, missy. Those kisses'll be mine for the taking if you aren't careful.

[psychometer]

Hm. Ai was right, she would have to protect me from you.

[The weight of his head on her lap is surprising, but not unpleasant. Lien takes this opportunity to tentatively touch his hair, tracing the strands with her bare fingers before transitioning into more affectionate strokes.]

Well, then again, I'm apparently bad at being careful.

[It was still early in the morning. They could afford to spend their time like this together because it won't happen again (and thinking about that hurt way more than she wanted, but that shred of sensibility and hard reality remains). There's a slight tingly and fuzzy sensation from her fingers, her prana still in circulation. But there's a calm and soothing feel to it.]

... Thank you, by the way.

1/2

[lansaigh]

I'm pretty damn sure your sister couldn't protect you from me. I have some tricks up my sleeve.

[ Cu!! ]

[lansaigh]

[ But, alright— much like a dog on the beloved lap of his Master, the warmth of Lien's prana is soothing: it's a compatibility thing, he supposes.

His eyes close halfway, to keep his senses fixed on those fingers. ]

And, yeah? What for.

[psychometer]

[She chuckles, pausing to play with some of his hair between her fingertips.]

For being mine, of course! And for being my first love.

[Normally, there's a sense of awareness of how naive and childish a declaration like that sounded, but for Lien, she realizes that she can say it with ease because it's true and it was hers to say. There was nothing silly about it, not when there was actual depth to all this.]

I'll be able to have good memories because of you.

[A beat, before she adds:]

And later, I'll be sure and put effort into making new ones. I don't think I'd live recklessly, like you, but I can make a worthwhile shot.

[lansaigh]

[ 'For being mine'. It might be a childish sentiment, but he doesn't dislike it at all, especially coming from someone that seemed so hesitant to say that in the past. His expression softens visibly, even in the poor light, and he raises a hand to brush his knuckles gently against Lien's cheek. Maybe surprisingly, given how forward he usually is with all his gestures. ]

You don't have to live recklessly. Live a long life. Live happily. Just live.

[ Because he wouldn't wish his own life on her, not even if he has no regrets whatsoever about it— he'd prefer Lien to grow old, die in a bed. Loved until the end.

Yeah, that sounds good to him. ]

And keep smiling, you hear me?

1/2

[psychometer]

I can do that.

[Easier said than done.

But they had both realized it from the moment she finally put her trust in him after all. She would have to face loneliness again, but Lien didn't have to deal with it in the same way she had done all this time.

Now with that important point out of the way...]

[psychometer]

By the way.

First base is when continuous kissing, or as they say it in other places, "making out."

[WHY]

[lansaigh]

[ Huh. ]

That's first? What's second, then.

I'm assuming third is sex? Wait, or is that the last one?

[ Completely unashamed... ]

[psychometer]

[Geeeeeez, this guy was always going to one up her wasn't he? Seemingly irritated, she puffs up her cheeks and Lien lightly squishes his cheeks with her palms.]

Yes, it's the last one. You figured that out way too quickly.

[lansaigh]

If it were up to me, that would be first base.

[ He says, face still stuck between her hands. He's joking— the way, you know, ancient warriors are wont to do— and he shows his teeth when he smiles. ]