You were in the darkness too

[boneofsword]

Who: Archer and Caster
When: December 27th
Where: Dún Dealgan, Caster's temple
What: Archer suddenly remembers a few hours from his past and a certain Servant;
Warnings: violence Servant style in memories, PTSD, will update if needed



Archer wakes up with the start, flashes of his dream still playing with surprising clarity. It's his past, he knows it, one of the forgotten pieces that shinki can sometimes remember.

Caster is here too, his breath steady, warm weight anchoring Archer to reality. He can still feel the phantom pain and the blood trickling down from the non-existing wound. It's been real, much too real to shake off immediately.

Lancer. Saber. Golden Servant and the priest - the details are a bit murky, muddled with remembered feel of his body giving up and his stubborn resolve to not die. How many times had he pushed himself further ignoring his own weakness? This much haven't really changed.

Lancer. Caster. Cú Chulainn. Archer presses the heel of his hand to his closed eyes and swallows. A Servant that, in the end, stayed true to his beliefs. The irony of him forced once again to break one oath to keep the other; how many times has Cú Chulainn suffered the same fate again and again?

He forces himself to calm down and steady his breath, to push aside all the jumbled feelings awaken by the dream - no, his memory - to avoid waking Caster up.

Too late.

Comments

[futhark]

[ Is there anyone out there without deeply-rooted self-confidence issues? Is this his type here? ]

Hey, if you want a short-term fling, I can live with that. But that's on you. [ So don't be scared of being dumped, because in that scenario you're the one doing the dumping. Whiiiiiiich again suggests it's something Archer would not want to happen. ] We can never know how much time we got left, so why not to use what we have to the fullest. Hmm, Mr. Ugly?

[ He leans on the side and puts his head on Archer's shoulder. Talk about unexpected turns in conversation. On the other hand it is probably the best moment to talk about it, since he came today with princess' revelations. ]

[boneofsword]

[Sudden gesture startles Archer, but he's quick to lean into it. It's scary how easily Caster accepts all of him, how easy it's to accept the current relationship as more than temporary. Still, somewhere deep inside Archer knows that the good times won't last.]

Hn. If you say that you don't mind seeing my ugly mug right after waking up then how can I deprive you of it.

[Knowing that Caster appreciates him fills him with warmth, and a lot of disgustingly fluffy feelings. Well, he can live with that.]

[futhark]

Riiiight-- Everyone knows I'm the better looking one out of the two of us. [ Modesty, what is modesty. But hey he's joking and hopefully, it's clear enough. On the other hand, it is quite suspicious how he got Archer to drop his "woe is me" so quickly ]

You know how it is, someone gets the looks someone gets the brain. [ And the compliment isn't even backhanded, just a bit stealthy ]

[boneofsword]

[It's obvious from their link that Archer feels quite content, and amused by the turn of their conversation. Perhaps he has a feeling that no matter where they'd find each other, as absurd as such feeling is.]

And someone gets both looks and brains. [he quips, directing the compliment back at Caster. It's such moments that make him feel truly alive and, well, happy.]

[futhark]

[ That's also what earns him a poke right under the ribs. He can lean on ya, and poke you in a painful way at the same time. Versatile! ]

Where do you expect this flattery to lead you? [ The conversation went onto a lighter and softer turn, but Caster Will Remember That. Just in case he has to kick Archer into behaving again, or something. ]

[boneofsword]

If I was a poet I'd most likely spew some nonsense like "into your strong arms". Unfortunately I'm a realist, so I'm going to answer differently - I appreciate both, and will sometimes voice it. In least appropriate moments.

[It's a miracle Archer manages to say it all with a straight face.]

[futhark]

[ Caster meanwhile loses it, his shoulders shaking from barely contained laugh ]

You've surely got a talent of a minstrel- keep honing it. [ You'll get somewhere one day. Perhaps the world isn't yet ready for that place ]

[boneofsword]

Why, thank you. [Archer rests one hand over his heart and bows his head politely.]

However, I think I'll leave such work for someone more fitting. Perhaps our Apollo will rise to the challenge.

[Archer plz]

[futhark]

She would never do that. [ Apollo has a very specific taste, and neither of them fits those specifications- thank god most likely?? ] You're my only hope.

[ He gives Archer arm a one (1x) small punch and stretches his arms upwards as he begins to walk away. ]

Anyway- thanks for the chat. I'm going to walk the dogs today. [ So you can stay home and read, instead of going by the SCHEDULE of chores. ] Somewhere else than in the forest.

[boneofsword]

[Again all is fine in their small world. Archer feels much better now, safe with the knowledge that he won't get dumped.]

Hmph. Have fun. [he has a feeling that he knows where Caster is going to take the dogs.]