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Sounds fake, doesn't it? Well, I've spent a year in Chaldea, but that was different— [ Cú pauses. He hasn't really talked much about his time there. Archer had no memories of his presence there anyway, and besides—

Whooosh, the Fuyuki bridge is enveloped in dancing pink petals. The details are astounding, the water has an illusion of water running, and the cars cross the bridge. They loop, every 7 seconds the same blue car goes through it, followed closely by the motorbike. Every tiny sign of life on the globe looped exactly into that. 7 second ] It was an interesting year.

[ He can't say honestly it was a good year. It was mostly good, but there is fresh darkness clouding it. ]

Chaldea is just a summoning, right? [Archer finishes instead. He never asked, thinking that it's enough to know that he will be summoned again. It's a tiny shard of hope for someone too used to have none. His Bonded has, over time, become embodiment of hope and all those good things he threw away during his life.

He sighs and embraces Cú.]

A lot has happened.

[ And he rolls over into that embrace. What to say, he was always pretty tactile. He nudges Archer with top of his head, like a dog (just don't tell him that) ]

Summonings don't usually last that long, but that was a special case. [ A lot of good things happened in the year as well, but for once he allows himself to dwell on the past. If counting with Chaldea it means he's been existing for two years even if living only for one. ]

[The nudge gets him a playful tug of his long bangs before Archer's fingers wind into long strands of hair. He enjoys playing with his lover's hair, untangling it, finger-combing or braiding. It's an indulgence he allows himself much more often lately.]

So I've gathered from what I heard. [it isn't much - a lot of summoned Servants, and a long stay in the same place. He's not sure if it's what Cú wants to talk about.]

Two years, huh.

[ It's funny but the hair are actually getting longer, another perk of a living body. He's been cutting them to the desired length, but it's still something to keep in mind. Maybe a thought to cut it short has crossed his mind, but moments like these make him forget it. As the dragon runs fingers through the strands, the tug and touches on his scalp. If he was a cat he'd purring, or maybe wagging his tail if he was a dog (far more likely). ]

Are you curious? [ He asks with a mischievous gleam in his eyes as he looks back at Archer still engrossed with the blue strand ]

[Archer pauses for a moment.]

A bit. [he admits and continues the caress. His lover encourages and enjoys shamelessly this affection, his content feeling echoing through their link. It's another boon of their Bond and honesty Cú trusts him with. Archer focuses on Chaldea and the knowledge that his own future holds something worth hoping for, trying to say without words how much it means to him.] Just knowing there will be something to look forward to is worth a lot.

[ He knows what you're onto Archer... ]

Could you help me with my hair? Feels like it's one huge nest— [ Mostly a case of massive tousled bedhead given their previous activities. And if his Bondmate is in the mood, he can very easily encourage indulging. Sometimes he likes to be spoiled and pampered too...

And he can and will encourage another thing ]

Go on, ask your questions.

[Cú gets a chuckle as Archer gently untangles long strands and combs his hair. He's careful and caring, his loving tenderness warming their link.]

I think my main question is how so many Servants are summoned to work together. Even to the point of some of them living a mundane life in Chaldea. [he pauses and shakes his head, adding as explanation.] Some recognized me as 'Chaldea's cafeteria man'.

[ It's a pleasant experience and Cú lulls his head back, allowing Archer to do his magic. He doesn't admit to that often, but he really likes it when someone plays with his hair. With Archer, he doesn't even have to say that out-loud ]

Mundane, huh? Well, kind of. [ He can't help but chuckle at the mention of cafeteria man ] The summoning system works there differently than during a Grail War. And the whole facility is equipped with magic generators supplying Servants with the energy. See— we're all contracted to just one Master, the only one they got left.

[ The only one humanity had left in the whole world, at least for the bulk of their mission. He clicks his tongue allowing to recall some of the memories. Like that time when they played cards with Billy, Mash and Master ]

There's plenty of down-time though. Once a mission is happening, it's all-hands-on-deck, but outside of that it can be kind of peaceful. You and a few other similar Servants took over the kitchen, at one point. When the human staff couldn't satisfy the demand of multiple Servants.

[ But Servants don't have to eat. No they don't but many do like to. And even more of them are damn picky eaters ]

[It's true that Cú doesn't have to say it, since he can feel it through the Bond. Archer enjoys it as much as he does.

The whole Chaldea explanation makes him wonder about the circumstances. It doesn't sound like ordinary summoning. Magic generators to supply Servants, summoning system on such scale, it all requires a lot of resources and research. Everything hints at dire situation that requires extraordinary means.

With a sigh Archer shakes his head to banish such thoughts. There's no use in guessing what future will bring. Fate doesn't change its course.]

Sounds good. If there's enough time to spend it on simple, everyday things, and Servants can enjoy something mundane it's a rare gift.

[He glances at the globe with Fuyuki bridge, then focuses on braiding his lover's hair. Such a simple task and a simple pleasure, a mundane moment he never allowed himself to have during his life. Warmth, care, love.]

[ There's a hint of curiosity that is then forced to be withdrawn. Huh. It's not the first time that happens. As if Archer was stopping him from... what? Hoping too much? Asking too much? As if he was afraid that knowledge could hurt him.

Instead of letting it slide Caster asks ]

Hey, Emiya—

[ You know it's serious when the names comes out ]

Does it bother you? Talking about it.

[Archer pauses for a moment but he soon continues braiding as he sorts his thoughts out. He doesn't withdraw from their Bond, letting his lover know he's considering his reply.]

No, not really. [he answers after some time, voice thoughtful. With a soft sigh he adds.] I'm not used to hope. My situation is, or has been until now, devoid of hope.

It's tough to start believing in something again.

[ The soft, gentle ministrations make him relax, almost melt. But the topic brings back some of the tension again. Hope is a difficult subject. Something that could easily be trampled. Hopelessness is an endless gray horizon of resignation and indifference, why do anything at all if everything ends in failure? ]

Hope is what we believe to be greater than ourselves. [ Caster starts slowly as if he's quoting someone ] Without it, we believe we are nothing.

[ A hum ]

Perhaps that other you from a different time, found in that place. Between snowy mountains. Maybe because you got to see what "nothing" really looks like.

[It's a bit easier to talk about it when they're so close together and he can feel the warmth of his lover's body, feel the silky hair under his touch. Something that anchors him in the present time.]

Perhaps I have been summoned again by then, finding out that my future still holds something that I can look forward to. [he's trying to style Caster's hair into a waterfall braid, working slowly. It's elegant but also fits his lover's typical look.]

Sometimes a spark of light can blind you if you stay too long in the darkness.

[ Archer sure likes that comparison, and it sends shivers down Caster's spine, as it reminds him of what happened at the beginning of the year. He's growing to dislike that metaphor. ]

Oh fine, I can get the hint. [ He sighs and angles his head back. Very much would rather focus on the fingers in his hair.... though he does start to wonder what kind of hairstyle he will end with ] So it doesn't bother you, but you're also not interested.

[For some reason his lover's words ring true, and Archer takes a moment to consider. The shiver makes him reach out through their link with warmth and a hint of apology. Unfortunate choice of words.]

I apologize. You're right, my dear witch, it's something that the current me may not remember or not experience at all. [he hesitates, gently rubbing Caster's neck and shoulders.] I'm much more interested in here and now.

[ That he can understand all too well. Archer is a man that prefers to bury his past, he noticed that already. Unless it's extreme duress he won't really share.

Still, sometimes, rarely, he does share. And the very act of sharing is another part of forging a connection ]

Still— that's the only story I could tell. All others you already know.

[Archer hums thoughtfully as he continues working on his lover's hairstyle. So he's sending mixed signals, isn't he. Gently he starts rubbing Caster's shoulder.]

I want to hear all your stories. While it's true that I know your story, it lacks the most important part. No one but you can speak about your loved ones, about their smiles, the joy that you shared.

[ Cu leans into the touch, but there's a brief flicker of uncertainty on their Bond. Archer made it clear he does not want to hear about Chaldea, as for the memories of his life... he's good leaving it behind. He's more comfortable talking about them now, but it feels strange to crow tales of own accomplishments, or failures.

Chaldea though, that's more immediate. Especially with the things he had learned, concerns he has. Sometimes he wants to share them with someone as well. ]

They won't be the ones I will be returning to, though. [ If there really is something like returning for them, Servants. But few seem to think of that possibility. Some might long for that. ] I respect your choice—

[ He says and finally moves away from the comforting warmth, long strands of hair slipping away from Archer's fingers ]

But things related to Chaldea weigh on me. I would appreciate if you could hear me out someday, when you're ready.

Cú, wait. [Archer catches his wrist, hold gentle.] I worded it wrong, and I apologize.

[He'd never meant for his words to be taken such way. It's true that he has no wish to learn about himself in Chaldea, but for his Bonded it's part of his story.]

While I have no wish to learn about my own future, Chaldea is a part of your story. This is what I want to hear if you're willing to talk about it.

[ Caster turns around to flick Archer's forehead, his mouth twisting as if he tried not to smile. It's kind of cute when Archer's sulky. But Caster also feels the genuine worry over the Bond, and that he wants to chase away.

He radiates soothing understanding across the link. There there, dragon boy ]

Well, if that's the case, you're gonna regret it one day. I will talk for hours if you let me.

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okay tiny timeline fix let's put it few hours before the 1 Mauril 3am, given what happens then lol

moose in Archer's berdoom xD

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