[ Even now, after everything, the two of them still call it a mana transfer. As if nothing has changed and this is still nothing but a necessary transaction between Master and Servant. Even though when he'd touched her before, his eyes had always been frigid even when his words and his hands weren't but now there's warmth – heat, even, in the flash of his eyes, the press of his mouth and each stinging point of contact with his teeth. This has nothing to do with loving or wanting each other, after all – so mana transfer is the excuse they'll continue to use far beyond the point that either of them believe it.
It's late in the evening when she catches him by the sleeve – late enough that the sky outside is dark and the city below her apartment has lit up. With her lashes lowered, you could almost think the softness of her voice is something demure.
Almost. If you didn't know any better. ]
You still haven't recovered all the way, have you?
[ Excuses, excuses. It's been more than a week since they clashed with the Archer and ended him and while it had been a challenge... they'd won. And a week was more than enough time for a Servant like Oberon to have recovered.
But since this is just a transaction, there needs to be a reason for it. ]
@pryftigern
It's late in the evening when she catches him by the sleeve – late enough that the sky outside is dark and the city below her apartment has lit up. With her lashes lowered, you could almost think the softness of her voice is something demure.
Almost. If you didn't know any better. ]
You still haven't recovered all the way, have you?
[ Excuses, excuses. It's been more than a week since they clashed with the Archer and ended him and while it had been a challenge... they'd won. And a week was more than enough time for a Servant like Oberon to have recovered.
But since this is just a transaction, there needs to be a reason for it. ]
Let me help.