34th ♫ | even if a thousand nights pass, i'll stay by your side

[mytarget]

A WHOLESOME SFW SHIPPING CMO

(Cliffnotes cheatsheet for OCs included below)

BB | Fate/ M/F, F/F	Bryn Pendragon | OC M/F, F/F
Brynhildr | Fate/ M/F, F/F	Caelina Gwynlaw | OC F/F, M/F
Erina Estival | OC F/F	Honoka Kousaka | Love Live F/F, M/F
Kyouko Kougami | OC F/F	Sophie Summerhelm | OC M/F, F/F
Yuri | DDLC M/F, F/F	μ | The Caligula Effect F/F, M/F

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[sigrdrifumol]

[ They're still sailing through the air, which is pretty insane when you consider that their combined weight should have dropped them like a rock the instant she jumped from the tower. The ground's definitely approaching at a speed, but Brynhildr doesn't look even remotely concerned – just puzzled by his response. ]

You said that we would be routing their numbers... and this seemed to be the quickest way away from the tower...

[ She sounds so incredibly unaffected by the fact that they're still airborne that it's almost comical. ]

[feralboar]

[The grave look had, for a moment, left Dimitri’s face in favor of floundering and alarm.]

How, precisely, do you intend for us to survive this?!

[sigrdrifumol]

So long as we land properly, then–

[ That's all she has time to get out before the ground comes up to meet them with a hearty thump. By all means and accounting for, you know, the laws of physics, the both of them should be dashed across the ground in a thin paste. But Brynhildr doesn't even stagger – she has to take a few hasty steps once her feet hit the ground to finish carrying through the momentum of the jump but other than that both she and Dimitri are pointedly unharmed. ]

Master – you're uninjured?

[ She's not putting him down until she's sure he is. ]

[feralboar]

[...how in the absolute hell]

I--yes, of course I am.

[sigrdrifumol]

[ Well, then down he goes. Brynhildr sets him square on his feet as easily as anything and with an air of casualness that implies this isn't her first time carrying a grown ass man through the air with ease. ]

Will you need a moment to catch your breath or shall we proceed as discussed?

[feralboar]

I'm fine, Brynhildr.

[He quickly collected himself, enough to stand up straight and focus.]

We should carry on.

[sigrdrifumol]

[ Again, her heart flares insistently in her chest to hear him call her that – not merely Lancer as she'd been expected, but her name. She chokes the flame out, reminds herself that it's simply because he's an inexperienced Master, unaccustomed to the traditions of the Holy Grail Wars.

And yet...

She takes a moment to draw in a steadying breath, thinks of frozen tundras, frigid winds, implacable blocks of ice. A flame cannot ignite the ice. ]

Yes. I will scout on ahead and return to you shortly.

[ Apparently satisfied that no further discussion is needed, Brynhildr takes one, two steps back from him – and then as if caught by a playful wind, she rises quite casually up into the air, slowly but steadily until she's not quite out of sight, but certainly hard to spot against the sky and then takes flight on ahead of Dimitri, as agreed. ]

[feralboar]

[Dimitri was starting to realize that perhaps this had all been a bit poorly planned and he wasn't fully sure what he was dealing with.]

[...No, it didn't matter. Nothing mattered but tearing a bloody streak through his enemies and toppling Edelgard's damnable empire. Destroy it all, and let the ashes blow away in the wind. He followed behind Brynhildr, his own lance in hand and pace a bit slower on foot.]

[sigrdrifumol]

[ Even for a Servant, it was hard to pick out details at this height – not that Brynhildr quite dared dip lower for fear of giving herself away. But it was more or less impossible to miss the stark red of the unit of soldiers that were steadily approaching. It took her a moment to properly number them and even then she can't quite distinguish what their ranks might be, but once she's confident enough, she retreats back to Dimitri.

With just as little fanfare as she'd taken flight, Brynhildr lands by him – though she has enough presence of mind to land far enough away that she hopefully doesn't startle him with her sudden reappearance. ]

Master. There are around fifteen soldiers in red approaching – though I was unable to determine their ranks. They seem to be making steady progress in our direction.