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]

And you can't forget me.

[She pushes herself off the railing to stand in front of him with more confidence and her gown shimmers as she shifts herself.]

At least not when I'm dressed like this!

[lansaigh]

[ And his reaction is to laugh, because she doesn't know the full of it. And while he usually wouldn't care to explain, he feels like he owes it to her to give a little. ]

One thousand years from now, when the world's become even more confusing than the way it is now, I'll still be talking about you and that damn dress, missy.

[ That's a promise. ]

[psychometer]

Pfffft. So my danger level has increased to the point of infamy? Glad to hear it.

[The light in her eyes is playful a definite change from before.]

[lansaigh]

Infamy, yeah. But the kind of infamy that only I know about.

[ He sounds proud about that, about the fact that he's the only one that'll really know what Lien looks like in that dress.

And to make things worse, he reaches out to put one hand around Lien's waist, to tug her in towards him so that they're almost chest to chest. ]

So don't raise that danger level too high, missy. You're the one that's going to regret it.

1/2

[psychometer]

[Lien feels acutely aware of everything as he pulls her in. The chill of the evening breeze, the coarse, but breeziness of his action that he has probably done so many times before, but since it was for her, it's unique and it's special, and it's hers.

Without any fear, she wraps her arms around his waist and presses herself against him into an intimate embrace.

It's warm.]

I feel like I'm going to regret a lot of things.

[When it comes to him anyways.]

But hey, you know me. I'm good at making things up as I go.

[psychometer]

Although...

[She looks up at him, smiling sweetly, if devilishly.]

If you're already pulling me in with the way I am now, I bet I'd kick your butt if I was a little older and knew how to mess you up.

[lansaigh]

[ Ah.

He almost doesn't register her teasing threat, but when it settles, he has to bark a laugh in return— it's always good when Lien poses a challenge to him, it's the sort of audacity that he likes best about her. ]

How much older? You're still welcome to try; I like a woman who knows how to bruise me.

[psychometer]

Old enough to skip steps. But since I'm not...

[She takes his face in her hands to kiss the spot that's just right underneath his ear. Yeah. Take that. She's totally just teasing.]

This will have to do. Just for now though!

[lansaigh]

[ Huh.

That's awfully bold of Lien, all things considered. He remembers when she'd been infinitely more suspicious, when mooching breakfast off of her was the most he could do without getting insulted (not that the insults have stopped, but then again, he wouldn't want them to).

She's come a long way, and that's a fond thought— one that doesn't show beyond his eyes, because his lips are still curled up wolfishly at the feeling of lips on skin. Leaning forward, Cu bends Lien back just enough that her long hair almost touches the floor of their crow's nest vantage point. ]

Come on, don't be stingy. I get more prana when it's mouth to mouth.

[ Down, dog. ]

[psychometer]

[Seemingly unruffled, even while being bent back, Lien blinks and then reaches up with one hand to put under Cu's chin while running her thumb over his lower lip, her voice low as she makes her assertion at him.]

You could ask nicely. Just a thought.

[The thing about being caught up in the moment is that you probably didn't realize it until after it has passed. Which is probably why Lien has this sudden rush of forwardness where for once, she's actually going with the mood.

And. Well. Who wouldn't be happy being like this with the one they've grown to adore?]

[lansaigh]

I'm a hound-killer, remember? I don't say 'please' all too often.

[ His tone dips low, barely visible over the steady howl of the wind that blows faster up in this altitude. He knows Lien can hear, though, close as they are, Cu's own long hair billowing over his shoulder to pool against hers. ]

Fine, though— I'll make an exception for today.

Tell me what you want to hear.

[psychometer]

[There were so many choices, so many words that she could have had him say for her selfishness. Here it was, all laid out before her and Lien suddenly didn't know what she could do.

She knew it. This was so bad for her. ]

... You know what?

[Instead she leans in, her lips on his, brief and yet not so gentle as before. And when she ends it and pulls back, her blue eyes are soft with affection.]

I don't need to hear anything right now.

[lansaigh]

[ Cu Chulainn is a bad influence, through and through. He's honorable through his own creed, reckless by his own admission, hopelessly and tirelessly grounded in the here and now.

In the here and now, he feels a surge of not-just-prana through his circuits when lips meet lips, and he chases it without reservation, even after Lien pulls back and speaks. He goes in for another kiss, quick, and then another one, even quicker.

(Give an inch, he'll take whatever he can get away with for now.)

And, infuriatingly enough?

She tells him she doesn't need words, so he stays completely silent. ]

[psychometer]

[And Lien, who used to be someone who didn't know how to want anything for herself, finds herself terribly, terribly wanting more and more, her lips against his again, her body pressing into his, her hands on his face.

Although an action like this would have been seen as selfish and most of all, unimaginable in the past, right here and now, Lien didn't feel selfish. This was a want, but instead of wanting to take, she wanted to give this feeling in return, to lay it all bare even more than before.

It was incredibly infuriating, but loving at the same time and her kiss seems to express that emotion strongly.]

[lansaigh]

[ He's not sure what it is, if it's the Servant-Master bond, or if it's just natural chemistry. Either way, he feels her warmth seeping into him from where they meet, and it doesn't feel selfish at all— honest, yes. Onesided? No.

So when he finally pulls back enough to let Lien breathe, he keeps his forehead pressed against hers. To tell her that he's as endeared to her as she might be to him, that he wants to keep to proximity because he's more than comfortable in it.

Red eyes narrow, and he curls his mouth up into a surprisingly sincere grin. Still silent. ]

[psychometer]

[She wasn't counting on how dazed and light headed she would feel after that. That was... Well, she can't even conjure the words up in her head.]

... Um.

[Her voice is a whisper, a shy one.]

You can say thank you. If you want.

[lansaigh]

[ Their proximity allows for Cu to hear the whisper even if he wasn't being attentive, and he chuckles under his breath, low and breezy. ]

Thanks for the meal.

[ The Worst. ]

[psychometer]

[Gonna be standing up straight to headbump her forehead against his because of course he deserves it!]

As if!