Archer [EMIYA] (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
boneofsword) wrote2019-05-01 04:13 pm
boneofsword) wrote2019-05-01 04:13 pm
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"Archer here."
[ TEXT x VOICE x VIDEO x ACTION ]
"Archer here."
[ TEXT x VOICE x VIDEO x ACTION ]
I know you're not at work because there are free days offered for celebrations. If you're sitting it out at home you're making a huge mistake. And I know that's what you're doing.
Don't make that mistake Emiya. Peel your wallflower self off the wall, trust me it's worth it.
Don't make that mistake Emiya. Peel your wallflower self off the wall, trust me it's worth it.
[Archer reads the message twice, and then takes some time to respond. He's been tempted to pass the celebrations, but the invitation intrigues him. Not to mention the reason for celebrations.]
Does it mean that you're asking me out? I'm honored Cú Chulainn.
Where shall we meet?
Does it mean that you're asking me out? I'm honored Cú Chulainn.
Where shall we meet?
Let the hunt begin.
[Archer send this message as he leaves the cottage. He's planning to catch Caster somewhere and see what he's planning.]
[Archer send this message as he leaves the cottage. He's planning to catch Caster somewhere and see what he's planning.]
[ Caster expected heightened state of emotions on their link when the Moons started to shine the brightest. But while Lex was a presence even despite the distance between them, Archer become strangely quiet.
That's why Caster didn't even knock when he moved down the corridor to Emiya's room. He didn't k rock either and was surprised to find the room's air greyed as if someone smoked a several packs of cigarettes there. Archer sat on the floor, shirt removed, not facing the door but- hey, he didn't told Caster to leave. ]
How are you holding up? [ The Witch approached with soft step. Warm hand resting carefully on scales back. ]
That's why Caster didn't even knock when he moved down the corridor to Emiya's room. He didn't k rock either and was surprised to find the room's air greyed as if someone smoked a several packs of cigarettes there. Archer sat on the floor, shirt removed, not facing the door but- hey, he didn't told Caster to leave. ]
How are you holding up? [ The Witch approached with soft step. Warm hand resting carefully on scales back. ]
[Archer thought that he knew what to expect during full moons. Suffice to say he just found out how wrong this assumption was. His throat burns, his mouth feels parched and a bit sore. Moreover his back itches again.
Another presence in the room doesn't make him stir. It's a proof of trust. Archer coughs and then coughs again, a bit of smoke coming from his mouth. When he finally speaks his voice is rough.]
I'm fine. [as fine as he can be anyway. It sucks to turn into a damn fire dragon. Anyway he is fine, nothing broken, no bleeding— it's just his changes that become more and more apparent. Scales in the corners of his eyes and along the left cheek, horns that are turning red instead of bone white, and scales along his spine. Scales that seem a bit odd at the first glance, very snake-like and opague, giving his skin reddish tint and soft shine. They're as sensitive as his own skin.]
Another presence in the room doesn't make him stir. It's a proof of trust. Archer coughs and then coughs again, a bit of smoke coming from his mouth. When he finally speaks his voice is rough.]
I'm fine. [as fine as he can be anyway. It sucks to turn into a damn fire dragon. Anyway he is fine, nothing broken, no bleeding— it's just his changes that become more and more apparent. Scales in the corners of his eyes and along the left cheek, horns that are turning red instead of bone white, and scales along his spine. Scales that seem a bit odd at the first glance, very snake-like and opague, giving his skin reddish tint and soft shine. They're as sensitive as his own skin.]
But the Moons take their toll.
[ Just because you're not suffering doesn't mean you're fine. Ah, the familiar hypocrisy, pot calling the kettle back. So instead of calling this out, Caster focuses on something that can be done right now. ]
I can make tea for throat-ache. [ With smoke and the hoarse voice, Caster can guess something about dragon's breath is coming into the picture. He strokes his hand down Archer's back, it's a soothing gesture, but also part of his own curiosity to see how those scales feel like ] When had it started?
[ Just because you're not suffering doesn't mean you're fine. Ah, the familiar hypocrisy, pot calling the kettle back. So instead of calling this out, Caster focuses on something that can be done right now. ]
I can make tea for throat-ache. [ With smoke and the hoarse voice, Caster can guess something about dragon's breath is coming into the picture. He strokes his hand down Archer's back, it's a soothing gesture, but also part of his own curiosity to see how those scales feel like ] When had it started?
[Guilty as charged. It's the trait both share, and Archer is thankful for not calling him out. Just like he is for the soothing touch. Slowly his muscles relax, the tenseness fading a slightest bit.]
I'll be grateful for the tea.
[It's hard to show weakness or vulnerability. While Archer knows that he shouldn't hide his state from Caster, his first instinctive reaction is to pretend nothing's wrong. Now that his partner can feel an echo of what he does—
is a blessing.]
I'll be grateful for the tea.
[It's hard to show weakness or vulnerability. While Archer knows that he shouldn't hide his state from Caster, his first instinctive reaction is to pretend nothing's wrong. Now that his partner can feel an echo of what he does—
is a blessing.]
[ So that's how gratefulness feels. That's a really warm and satisfying feeling over the link— ]
You didn't answer though. How long has this been going on? [ Caster can only guess. An hour? More than that? Was Archer hiding in his spot for longer?
There is insistence in his voice as he asks this. You want soothing tea? You start talking. ]
You didn't answer though. How long has this been going on? [ Caster can only guess. An hour? More than that? Was Archer hiding in his spot for longer?
There is insistence in his voice as he asks this. You want soothing tea? You start talking. ]
[There's no avoiding the subject. Not that Archer's thinking of hiding the facts from his Bonded; Caster deserves honesty more than ever.]
I've had sore throat since yesterday evening. [his words are clipped, sometimes ending in a cough.] Thought that I most likely caught a cold. The rest started around an hour ago.
[What helps him, though, is Caster presence and his touch, as well as awareness in their Bond. Such closeness is undeserved— but it grounds him, helps him get through the changes without fighting it.]
I've had sore throat since yesterday evening. [his words are clipped, sometimes ending in a cough.] Thought that I most likely caught a cold. The rest started around an hour ago.
[What helps him, though, is Caster presence and his touch, as well as awareness in their Bond. Such closeness is undeserved— but it grounds him, helps him get through the changes without fighting it.]
[ Okay, an hour is forgivable. Caster clicks his tongue, running his hand one last time and then stands up. First, though he opens the window, seemingly to fix the "atmosphere" problem— ]
I'll be back in a moment— [ Yes, he uses the window to exit straight into a garden. Should Archer take a look, Caster is off to gather few flowers before returning to the cottage via a normal door.
Not ten minutes pass and he returns with a cup of tea (a flower still floating in it, to complete the look most likely) and puts it before Archer. Might remind him of apples and chamomile ]
Next time could you not hide like that? And don't give me the "I'm being mindful" excuse. Deal? [ And to set an example, Caster does not try to hide his annoyance and concern under it. ]
I'll be back in a moment— [ Yes, he uses the window to exit straight into a garden. Should Archer take a look, Caster is off to gather few flowers before returning to the cottage via a normal door.
Not ten minutes pass and he returns with a cup of tea (a flower still floating in it, to complete the look most likely) and puts it before Archer. Might remind him of apples and chamomile ]
Next time could you not hide like that? And don't give me the "I'm being mindful" excuse. Deal? [ And to set an example, Caster does not try to hide his annoyance and concern under it. ]
[Seeing Caster leave through the window makes Archer snort and then starts coughing. Aside the sudden spike of irritation there's still amusement. Ancient warrior, right. Not that he really minds, though - the strays skulking about the garden make short work of any trespassers.
There's no mistaking surprise and thankfulness at Caster's return. Archer holds the cup and takes a sip. It's odd how he doesn't notice how hot the tea is.]
Thank you. [tracing the rim of the cup with finger Archer quirks his lips in slightly bitter smirk. It's hard to not realize how similar it is to his own protectiveness, yet it feels wasted on someone like himself.]
Worrying about someone like me doesn't fit you.
[The Bond echoes with conflicting feelings - warm and comfortable feeling whenever Caster is near, jaded and cold one when Archer is alone, and need for closeness.]
There's no mistaking surprise and thankfulness at Caster's return. Archer holds the cup and takes a sip. It's odd how he doesn't notice how hot the tea is.]
Thank you. [tracing the rim of the cup with finger Archer quirks his lips in slightly bitter smirk. It's hard to not realize how similar it is to his own protectiveness, yet it feels wasted on someone like himself.]
Worrying about someone like me doesn't fit you.
[The Bond echoes with conflicting feelings - warm and comfortable feeling whenever Caster is near, jaded and cold one when Archer is alone, and need for closeness.]
[ Oh, so it's still there. The yearning for closeness. Interesting. He kicks Archer into small of his back. Just tiny bit stronger than a friendly poke, to make a statement ]
Ha? Are you really saying I should not care about the state of my Bonded? [ Of course he worries, even despite himself. They wouldn't get here if they didn't start caring about each other in some weird fashion. ] You of all people.
[ Mister "I will lunge myself at Berserker to protect". He walks around to face Archer and drops into a squat so they're both on the same level. Sheesh, he could swear he started to go grow... wider in arms and chest. Maybe even taller now that he thinks of it. ]
Keep your privacy, it's not my business. But during nights like these? [ He tugs the collar of his shirt open to show more of his neck and shoulder. A reminder of Litha, tiniest scars that only Archer can tell what they are. ] Just remember I can help.
[ Not necessary in being a chewtoy, since that part is not needed. More in general sense of soothing a feral mind that might raise around ]
Ha? Are you really saying I should not care about the state of my Bonded? [ Of course he worries, even despite himself. They wouldn't get here if they didn't start caring about each other in some weird fashion. ] You of all people.
[ Mister "I will lunge myself at Berserker to protect". He walks around to face Archer and drops into a squat so they're both on the same level. Sheesh, he could swear he started to go grow... wider in arms and chest. Maybe even taller now that he thinks of it. ]
Keep your privacy, it's not my business. But during nights like these? [ He tugs the collar of his shirt open to show more of his neck and shoulder. A reminder of Litha, tiniest scars that only Archer can tell what they are. ] Just remember I can help.
[ Not necessary in being a chewtoy, since that part is not needed. More in general sense of soothing a feral mind that might raise around ]
[Archer's gaze lingers on the barely visible marks as his eyes darken. It reminds him vividly of what they did and how he'd love to repeat it. Yet he takes another sip of tea; it's better to fix his throat first. Kissing can get risky if partner keeps coughing smoke.
It doesn't stop him from tugging Caster closer and onto his lap. He does seek closeness, be it the most innocent like now with one of them sipping tea, or the more indecent with naked skin and too much heat. What more Archer does imagine both situations, clearly trying to send both feelings through their link.
No one said he's not a troll.]
Be careful, or I may take up on your offer.
It doesn't stop him from tugging Caster closer and onto his lap. He does seek closeness, be it the most innocent like now with one of them sipping tea, or the more indecent with naked skin and too much heat. What more Archer does imagine both situations, clearly trying to send both feelings through their link.
No one said he's not a troll.]
Be careful, or I may take up on your offer.
You know they tell many things about me. "Careful" isn't one of them.
[ There is no resistance, Caster lets himself be seated in this nice comfortable spot all too easily. But now that he is here... Sure, though both of them were impressive physically (Servant perks for once) he was always the more slender of the two, with Archer build emphasizing strength versus Cú's speed— but now the difference has become much more prominent.
Caster runs his hand from Archer's neck, down his shoulder to his bicep. Going from full palm touch to just two fingers trace. A curiosity tinged with both fascination and need echoing the one he feels on the link ]
What are you doing when I'm not looking? [ He asks with an air of amusement. Can't "hit the gym" here but maybe— another part-time job at the blacksmith? ]
[ There is no resistance, Caster lets himself be seated in this nice comfortable spot all too easily. But now that he is here... Sure, though both of them were impressive physically (Servant perks for once) he was always the more slender of the two, with Archer build emphasizing strength versus Cú's speed— but now the difference has become much more prominent.
Caster runs his hand from Archer's neck, down his shoulder to his bicep. Going from full palm touch to just two fingers trace. A curiosity tinged with both fascination and need echoing the one he feels on the link ]
What are you doing when I'm not looking? [ He asks with an air of amusement. Can't "hit the gym" here but maybe— another part-time job at the blacksmith? ]
[Archer keeps drinking tea as he enjoys the closeness and the obvious interest he can feel through the Bond. He's craving for a kiss, but again, coughing smoke stops him from indulging.
Caster's teasing question makes him grimace. Yes, he did notice it a few days ago when he's been forced to alter all of his shirts.]
I'm growing. [he deadpans with a bit of exasperation.]
Caster's teasing question makes him grimace. Yes, he did notice it a few days ago when he's been forced to alter all of his shirts.]
I'm growing. [he deadpans with a bit of exasperation.]
[ Caster raises an eyebrow at him but— he can't argue with that. They've always nearly the same height, but lately, he started to feel like he has to tilt his head back just a bit when standing.
The changes settling in can be a very uncomfortable reality. He puts his forehead on Archer's shoulder and chuckles ]
You're being fed well, it can't be helped. [ Making light of a problem is kind of how he deals with everything. But that light little humour is what he tries to give on their link. ] Does it mean I have to invest into some of those heeled shoes?
The changes settling in can be a very uncomfortable reality. He puts his forehead on Archer's shoulder and chuckles ]
You're being fed well, it can't be helped. [ Making light of a problem is kind of how he deals with everything. But that light little humour is what he tries to give on their link. ] Does it mean I have to invest into some of those heeled shoes?
[It gives some semblance of normalcy in face of all the changes he's going through. Joking and treating it lightly. Otherwise it becomes terrifying. If not for his Bonded—
Archer finishes the tea and half-seriously considers the flower.]
Depends if you want to be the same height. [a beat.] You'll have to learn how to fight on those.
Archer finishes the tea and half-seriously considers the flower.]
Depends if you want to be the same height. [a beat.] You'll have to learn how to fight on those.
It's gonna be weird to look up when speaking to you. [ Caster admits before he manages to bite his tongue. That is probably not the best way how to put it. But swaying now could only make it work, so he steps it into a joke again, covering the blunder. He moves back just enough to flick Archer's nose ] You won that round. But I still can beat you easily.
[ With or without shoes. ]
[ With or without shoes. ]
[It's a comfortable exchange, one showing that despite all the changes Caster still treats him the same. It's what Archer craves and needs more than anything. If Caster wan't here—
Archer gives himself a mental kick and scolds for overthinking. Instinctively he tightens his embrace, leaning closer to feel the warmth radiating from his partner and his scent.]
Is that a challenge? [he quips, his lips so close to artery on Caster's throat his partner most likely feels his breath or more.]
Archer gives himself a mental kick and scolds for overthinking. Instinctively he tightens his embrace, leaning closer to feel the warmth radiating from his partner and his scent.]
Is that a challenge? [he quips, his lips so close to artery on Caster's throat his partner most likely feels his breath or more.]
[ Warm breath and a hint of teeth on his neck are about everything he needs to have a shiver run down his spine. His hand idly combs through white hair, fingers pressing right under the base of the skull. ]
Will you take it, Emiya? [ It's always a challenge, even now that he lowers his voice to a murmur almost resembling a purr. A fondness setting in, for the man, displaced so far in time and space, changed against his will but still taking it head-on. Had he fell apart, would they be here? Had either of them fell apart— They held back for so long, stupidly, stubbornly, against all logic.
But thanks to that, it wasn't just a pragmatic choice. It was more than that. ]
Will you take it, Emiya? [ It's always a challenge, even now that he lowers his voice to a murmur almost resembling a purr. A fondness setting in, for the man, displaced so far in time and space, changed against his will but still taking it head-on. Had he fell apart, would they be here? Had either of them fell apart— They held back for so long, stupidly, stubbornly, against all logic.
But thanks to that, it wasn't just a pragmatic choice. It was more than that. ]
[This time Archer doesn't fight the impulse to bite. Caster's skin is pale and colors easily, all the marks stay for a longer time. He enjoys seeing a visible reminder of their time together. There's no doubt that he's not the only one, but again, tale of Cú Chulainn clearly says how generous the hero was with his affections Archer isn't going to bedrudge him finding pleasure wherever he wants. It's more than telling to see his own marks displayed for all to see.]
I think that I will. [he murmurs, feeling his own pulse quicken. Caster's closeness does wonders to his own libido. Nevermind their position stimulating both him and his partner. Archer traces the hem of Caster's top that uncovers a nice portion of his back.] What will you do?
I think that I will. [he murmurs, feeling his own pulse quicken. Caster's closeness does wonders to his own libido. Nevermind their position stimulating both him and his partner. Archer traces the hem of Caster's top that uncovers a nice portion of his back.] What will you do?
Edited (wrong icon) 2019-08-25 19:23 (UTC)
[ That's what happens when you don't invest in healing magic at all. Not that it is anywhere near Caster's mind when Archer gives in. Teeth sinking into his skin force a low, pleased sound out of Caster. There's no blood, nothing like the need to stay sane on Litha, it's just simply taking advantage of what Archer knows very well will work. ]
How about— [ Caster starts but is cut short by the curious fingers trace on the skin of his back. He's tempted to payback in similar fashion right now and right here. Push the man down onto the floor and show him what exactly he's getting into. He reigns himself in for just a moment longer, for sake of a finding a small victory. ] —an easy one for starters. I'll make you admit that you want me.
[ Right here, and right now, and given their position it's a claim that would be hard to discredit. But still, that's getting an honest admission out of the Red Knight sounds like something to aim for. Defy this, Archer ]
How about— [ Caster starts but is cut short by the curious fingers trace on the skin of his back. He's tempted to payback in similar fashion right now and right here. Push the man down onto the floor and show him what exactly he's getting into. He reigns himself in for just a moment longer, for sake of a finding a small victory. ] —an easy one for starters. I'll make you admit that you want me.
[ Right here, and right now, and given their position it's a claim that would be hard to discredit. But still, that's getting an honest admission out of the Red Knight sounds like something to aim for. Defy this, Archer ]
[It's not really something that Archer can defy. As frustrating as it can be, his feelings can be sensed through their Bond. It's not quite lust or purely sexual desire, there's more to it. Admiration, longing, need and attraction all mixed together form a potent cocktail, and for a moment Archer lowers his walls and allows Caster to feel.]
Do you need me to say it?
Do you need me to say it?
[ A sudden hit and Caster finds himself unsure how to handle it. Those feelings unraveled before him, that on its own is an incredibly honest and vulnerable gesture. It's easy to lie with words, but you can't lie with the link of a Bond. ]
Mmm, I'd like to— but I concede for now.
[ In a sense, that short moment of baring the feelings on their link means so much more than words. So he gives a small kiss on Archer's forehead, right next to one of the growing horns. ]
I stand my case though, you don't play fair.
Mmm, I'd like to— but I concede for now.
[ In a sense, that short moment of baring the feelings on their link means so much more than words. So he gives a small kiss on Archer's forehead, right next to one of the growing horns. ]
I stand my case though, you don't play fair.
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