thenearshore | You were in the darkness too

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.

Threaded | Flat

[ Caster stirs, as something- he's not even sure what exactly- wakes him up from his slumber. Weird dreams -memories- happen. Emotions associated with them strong enough to sometimes wake up even him. He rolls over, expecting Archer to be there, but that's where he notices that Archer is sitting up.

Awake.

He opens one eye. ]

Keeping watch?

[ Caster returns empty-handed. No fish, those he got were left in princess' care. So when he gets back home and finds Archer on a sofa near fire-place, he goes straight for the kill. Errr, question.

He attacks from behind, throwing his arms around the other man, from behind the furniture. ]

What'cha reading? [ He asks in that conversational tone that sounds so every day and so natural. At least until it draws down into a more serious continuation ] Think the book would allow you to take a break? There's something I wanted to talk about.

[ No rush ]

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29th December, I'm finally here, gomen