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[ Caster knows the gifts have to be hand-made, and he will have a chuckle how strangely this one fits. What he offers Archer is a simple pendant, on a cord with occasional metal decorations, filled with runic enchantments (kind of like this, only the pendant itself is something else instead of Thor's hammer). The pendant is— well that's Caster's earring and a crystal matching its shape. They're both secured together, and the crystal brims with magical energy, while earring has been carved with the complicated runic enchantment (and should Archer wants to use them with their intended purpose, that is, earrings, it's also possible). The earring itself is neither of those that Caster wears, it seems... much older, much more worn. The sheen on it is not entirely lost, but it feels aged.

Caster will laugh saying that— ] I never told you my summoning story, not that I'm going to bore you with that now but— the Master that summoned me used my own earring as a catalyst.

[ Which explains why it looks so old. It's the original, over 2000 years old. He made them himself, so that's why it counts as a "handmade" gift, no? If Archer ever bothers to inspect, he will find that Caster's staff is now missing one of the three earrings that dangled from it. And that two others are way newer than this. But that for later, right now Caster comes closer to show off that one of his own earrings also holds a similar enchantment as on the gift. ]

It will probably work only one time, but I've been testing this kind of thing. If you ever find yourself in time of need, hold the pendant- the earring and the crystal together, and call my name. I will, without doubt, answer you.

[ Two earrings locked with magic, it's not a true summoning spell, more like— making a connection for teleportation to happen ]

[Archer opens his mouth then closes it. His throat feels too tight and he can't find adequate words. It means more than just a gift; it's precious.

Cú can feel all through their link - surprise, joy, gratefulness, care - all that Archer can scarcely name or put into words.]

Thank you. [words are inadequate to properly say how much it does mean to him or how he feels. Archer hopes that their Bond conveys his feelings. Some of it shows in the tender way he handles the earrings.] I'm going to treasure it forever.

[ Emiya is a pragmatist, through and through. It made sense to give him something that would be useful. But it turned sentimental instead— Cú throws his arm around Archer's shoulder, forcing him to bend down a bit ]

Not "forever", you have to use it when it matters, got it? [ He says with warm, casual tone, contrasting with how genuinely touched he feels. Once again it's too easy to find own feelings mixing with those over their link. How close it is when it becomes too much? ]

[Emiya is also someone who carried with him a memento of his unknown savior to the end of his days. Pragmatist mixed with a bit of romantic.

It doesn't escape Archer's notice how tall he is, and he tends to lean towards Cú. It's even worse than his second growth spurt when he suddenly got 20 cm taller.]

I won't hesitate to use it when I'm in danger. [granted he's much better at not sacrificing himself for others. He promised his Bonded to live, and to take care for himself.]

Wasn't gifting jewellery important in your land?

[ Oh boy, don't call him out like this! Unsure whether it's something Archer truly knows about customs of ancient Celts or if just he did shot in the dark about it. ]

And what are you going to do if it was? [ Caster takes on a teasing tone. ]

[Soft smile shows on Archer's face, making him appear much younger and happier. It's silly to suddenly feel so— hopeful. He's still working on his issues, and on sharing his feelings, but he's come a long way from how he was at the beginning.]

I recall that gifts of jewellery were only for those closest and dearest to you. [he teases back, not quite trying to hide the warmth and care filling him at the thought. Taking a step back Archer offers a formal bow, half-joking but also with seriousness of an oath.]

I will honour the gift you bestow me, Cú Chulainn.

[ Funny that he never prepared himself for that. Even despite the half-serious tone, it is a promise. Seeing this caged, guarded man, who fights the word with a blade of his tongue speak like that— if lifts Cú's heart even if he'd like to play it airy, breezy. But with the Bond they share that cannot be. Magic flowing between them as easy as feelings that would usually be left unnamed.

He doesn't let Archer get away for long, putting his hand on the dragon's shoulder. ]

It's true, isn't it? That's what you are. [ Closest and dearest ]

[Warmth of the touch, warmth of their Bond, the countless times Archer allows himself to share his feelings or thoughts make him unable to hide. Surprise, gratefulness, warmth, and even that protective feeling flows through, with a touch of wistfulness. He'd thrown everything away to follow his duty. To have it offered to him now, while he's still struggling to accept that he deserves good things, is almost too much. But he leans forward, resting his forehead against Caster's, and offers him a honest smile.]

Hm. Like Heaven on silver plate.

[ Cú presses back, feeling Archer's presence with that kind intensity that only Bonds can give. His hand moves to gently slide up his neck, and into the white hair. A tender gesture, until—

He catches Archer's ear between his fingers and twists and pulls at it. ]

You big sap. [ Heaven, huh? Big sap likes big words ] Just don't run away when you see the needle.

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