[does he fancy his word to be heavier, and more damaging, than gunfire?
the only outward change in the princess's face, as he leans in close, is the quality of her eyes—suddenly they grow hard and cool, as frigid as ice. could it be her breath? as she glares at him, offended, the tips of his bangs hanging in front of his face begin to freeze over. here it comes: a scolding.]
I did not give you permission to address me so familiarly! How obscene! What are you insinuating?
[ ... He is surprised that she was able to recognize him so quickly, though. Chinese classics aren't as popular around the world as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. ]
but why should i name myself? you haven't even named the novel i'm from, sen
[Heh, guess all those years of being made to study popular Asian literature has come in handy. Her memory of the classics needs some refreshing, for example, she wouldn't be able to name his character immediately like she would from someone in Journey to the West.]
Really? I thought you were cuter with your children.
[Will she ever tell him? Hmm hmm depends on if he tells her who he is.]
As much as I wouldn't want to be cast into Gryffindor just because it's the main house and so gets a lot of attention, I suppose that would be my house. And I've read the books in my youth. And watched some of the series. So yes, I am actually into wuxia. So, will you confirm your name?
why do you want to know so much about it? did this handsome face make you curious? lol don't sweat about the small stuff! i got everything under control
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I don't know if I'd say great, but I always give my best in everything I do.
Really? Even servants like you have a favorite character? I wouldn't have guessed! Are they anything like the handsome men Okasabe-hime is always asking me to draw sleeping together?
It's always handsome men in erotic situations, like "kabedon" and talk of seme and uke. She said it's the pinnacle of modern art, though I'm not sure I'm inclined to exactly believe her.
[ Are yaoi doujins NOT the pinnacle of modern art?? This photo though... ]
[ That's what he gets for trying to threaten someone with trust problems. It's a long road to salvation if there's even any now. ]
In time. Besides, I can't exactly say anything.
[ On the devices, he means. Trying to say something too specific on the network is just asking for it. Right now, he's biding his time, choosing to watch the others clash with their ideals. It's too early to do anything right now, not like they have much to work with anyway. ]
[ Ann pays attention to her own growing headache and so does Assassin, looking at her from the corner of his eye. Her words tug at the corner of his lip as he is reminded of someone who would say the same. Justice: the one thing he and the hundred and eight bandits at Mount Liang fought for. But it's not like he had a choice. After all, he isn't that kind. He only gets swept up by the kindness of others and dragged along by the debt he owes them. Kindness is what kept him alive. He sees it in Ann and hopes it never disappears.
Well, it's a wish she'd never know. Heroes of the past should stay in the past. ]
You're looking right at it!
[ He reaches for a door easy to miss among the brick, flowers and foliage and opens it for her. The restaurant is rustic, big enough for around five tables. The kitchen and counter are at the end of the room with the cakes and gelato. Aside from the staff, there's a woman and her child eating their spaghetti. ]
You wanna sit here? [ It's a spot not too far from the cakes. He settles in his seat when she does. ] Haha... if there were more people like you, you could really turn this place around.
[ She takes her seat, across from him, letting her chin rest against her palm. It's a cute restaurant, outside and in, almost unsettling how normal it feels when the world it resides in is the exact opposite. It'd almost make it easy to forget where you were, if you let yourself.
She's not going to. Not right now, anyway. ]
There aren't more people who think that way? [ The idea that people should be free to make their own decisions without the input of another doesn't necessarily seem like a revolutionary one.
It begs the question, and she drops her hands to the table, squaring him with a questioning look. ] You don't?
[He throws his head back and bursts into laughter. Him? One of the bandits who fought against the evil Gao Qiu?]
I'm the last person who'd wanna live in a place like this, miss! [He settles back into his seat, leaning forward as if to tell her a secret.] Ah, but that sort of talk ain't a thing around the locals here. Best if you keep that stuff off the network, yeah?
[ When Assassin approaches people like this, they don't cower or hesitate, but that's because he doesn't tell them what to expect. They don't know the man behind the name or the soul behind the face. Maki doesn't either, but she doesn't care about that. He can see it in her eyes; not a disregard for him as a person, but a disregard for coyness and consequences. He tells her he'll hurt her and she accepts it as if it's fact. As if there isn't another option. Pain is only natural. Why should it be? She just wants to learn how to make others happy.
They can't undo the ink under their skin or the blood that's stained it, but they can do better. She opens her mouth and he closes it with a kiss that moves in like slow flames licking porcelain, artful hands shaping their positions into perfection. If this is new, then she is not alone. He's not used to this either. He often gives in to unbridled passion, if at all. Instinct is what he is. Feeling is how he operates. Yet right now, as he leans forward and settles into the softer frame of her body, he knows this is best: fingers in her hair, the loss of breath, the heat of another being that might understand what it's like to follow without question. ]
What's your name? [ He gently sucks on her lower lip. ] You make people happier when you say their names.
[Maki tries her best to follow by instinct; but these are a set of motions she's never gone through. More than following, it feels as though she's allowing herself to be swept along. Yet she commits to memory several small things, like the ways in which his lips move, what pressure he asserts, and the path his fingers take through her hair. She hones in on the way her chest gets tight when that breathless feeling sinks in.
Her hands take root in the fabric just above his waist, anchoring herself to him. Insecurity lingers in the shadow of this slow pace, where she finds no fault in his own actions, yet knows that her own can be easily measured and scrutinized. Even in doing what she knows best, she'd had to face failure once. Not failing wasn't the goal though. Only just succeeding wasn't good enough now. Feeble results wouldn't do.
But that means that just letting herself be lead along wouldn't be enough. She'll have to do better than that.]
I don't remember you telling me yours. [It's pointed, but it lacks any of the real sharpness she's capable of. She doesn't apply pressure. Rather she stares at him with searing red eyes that want him to know that she's very well aware.] ...Maki Harukawa.
[ It escapes his lips like a wisp of smoke, yet she might find the nudge of his forehead more intimate.
His name? If she is familiar with the Chinese classes, maybe she would know who he is. He doesn't expect her to. Even if she did, he knows she wouldn't care to remember his name out of all 108 Stars of Destiny. Still, when he understands what she is—
When two people such as themselves are like this, bodies entwined and distance an absolute zero, he wants her to say it. ]
Call me Yan Qing.
[ Jade eyes lock onto hers as his thumb traces the curve of her cheek. ]
Don't tell anyone I told you, [ because a Servant's True Name is an enemy's greatest weapon. ] but that's the name that makes me happiest.
Now kiss me. [ Another suck, another gasp. ] And don't stop.
TEST DRIVE MEME idk if this is okay if not lmk
[does he fancy his word to be heavier, and more damaging, than gunfire?
the only outward change in the princess's face, as he leans in close, is the quality of her eyes—suddenly they grow hard and cool, as frigid as ice. could it be her breath? as she glares at him, offended, the tips of his bangs hanging in front of his face begin to freeze over. here it comes: a scolding.]
I did not give you permission to address me so familiarly! How obscene! What are you insinuating?
it's ok!
Gh! Tch, this is why royalty is so... It's just a question. If you asked me if I was looking for a good time, I'd be honest about that!
what a cute icon
I am not looking for... "a good time"...
[look, she's not used to talking about this stuff.]
it is... but he's not
i bet that icon was the face he makes before he nuts
hate that you're right
i want her to sexually frustrate him
she's literally doing that rn
do you think this is the extent of her abilities
god
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yeah i know i was just being cute lol
[ ... He is surprised that she was able to recognize him so quickly, though. Chinese classics aren't as popular around the world as the adventures of Sherlock Holmes. ]
but why should i name myself?
you haven't even named the novel i'm from, sen
[ Yeah. He remembered. ]
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Really? I thought you were cuter with your children.
Song Dynasty. You're from Water Margin.
[But she could put two and two together.]
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10 points for gryffindor!
oh wrong book
lol
i gotta say
i didn't think you'd be into wuxia
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As much as I wouldn't want to be cast into Gryffindor just because it's the main house and so gets a lot of attention, I suppose that would be my house.
And I've read the books in my youth. And watched some of the series. So yes, I am actually into wuxia. So, will you confirm your name?
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october 2018 ✦ mob
why do you want to know so much about it?
did this handsome face make you curious? lol
don't sweat about the small stuff!
i got everything under control
[ narration: he did not have everything under control ]
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are you an exorcist or something?
a god of death?
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october 2018 ✦ hokusai
you mean i'll be getting art from the great hokusai?? 😱
it's an honor!
will you paint a picture of my favorite character?
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Really? Even servants like you have a favorite character? I wouldn't have guessed!
Are they anything like the handsome men Okasabe-hime is always asking me to draw sleeping together?
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well he's handsome so i guess he is! lol
hold on i'll show you a pic
[He sends her a picture.
It's one of his selfies.]
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[ Are yaoi doujins NOT the pinnacle of modern art?? This photo though... ]
Isn't this a photograph of yourself, Assassin?
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october 2018 ✦ kamui
[ The way Kamui talks as if he knows what he gets up to is kind of pissing him off!
But he's a professional. He's not the drunken Lu Zhishen or the wild Li Kui. He knows better than to rise to the bait. ]
pretty much!
so when are you gonna be useful to me, huh?
come on kammy
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In time. Besides, I can't exactly say anything.
[ On the devices, he means. Trying to say something too specific on the network is just asking for it. Right now, he's biding his time, choosing to watch the others clash with their ideals. It's too early to do anything right now, not like they have much to work with anyway. ]
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well as long as there's cash involved i'm in lol
i get it tho
i like meeting people face to face
no one can track you
no one can lie
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nov 2018 ✦ intro ✦ ann
[ Ann pays attention to her own growing headache and so does Assassin, looking at her from the corner of his eye. Her words tug at the corner of his lip as he is reminded of someone who would say the same. Justice: the one thing he and the hundred and eight bandits at Mount Liang fought for. But it's not like he had a choice. After all, he isn't that kind. He only gets swept up by the kindness of others and dragged along by the debt he owes them. Kindness is what kept him alive. He sees it in Ann and hopes it never disappears.
Well, it's a wish she'd never know. Heroes of the past should stay in the past. ]
You're looking right at it!
[ He reaches for a door easy to miss among the brick, flowers and foliage and opens it for her. The restaurant is rustic, big enough for around five tables. The kitchen and counter are at the end of the room with the cakes and gelato. Aside from the staff, there's a woman and her child eating their spaghetti. ]
You wanna sit here? [ It's a spot not too far from the cakes. He settles in his seat when she does. ] Haha... if there were more people like you, you could really turn this place around.
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She's not going to. Not right now, anyway. ]
There aren't more people who think that way? [ The idea that people should be free to make their own decisions without the input of another doesn't necessarily seem like a revolutionary one.
It begs the question, and she drops her hands to the table, squaring him with a questioning look. ] You don't?
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I'm the last person who'd wanna live in a place like this, miss! [He settles back into his seat, leaning forward as if to tell her a secret.] Ah, but that sort of talk ain't a thing around the locals here. Best if you keep that stuff off the network, yeah?
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nov 2018 ✦ intro ✦ maki
[ When Assassin approaches people like this, they don't cower or hesitate, but that's because he doesn't tell them what to expect. They don't know the man behind the name or the soul behind the face. Maki doesn't either, but she doesn't care about that. He can see it in her eyes; not a disregard for him as a person, but a disregard for coyness and consequences. He tells her he'll hurt her and she accepts it as if it's fact. As if there isn't another option. Pain is only natural. Why should it be? She just wants to learn how to make others happy.
They can't undo the ink under their skin or the blood that's stained it, but they can do better. She opens her mouth and he closes it with a kiss that moves in like slow flames licking porcelain, artful hands shaping their positions into perfection. If this is new, then she is not alone. He's not used to this either. He often gives in to unbridled passion, if at all. Instinct is what he is. Feeling is how he operates. Yet right now, as he leans forward and settles into the softer frame of her body, he knows this is best: fingers in her hair, the loss of breath, the heat of another being that might understand what it's like to follow without question. ]
What's your name? [ He gently sucks on her lower lip. ] You make people happier when you say their names.
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Her hands take root in the fabric just above his waist, anchoring herself to him. Insecurity lingers in the shadow of this slow pace, where she finds no fault in his own actions, yet knows that her own can be easily measured and scrutinized. Even in doing what she knows best, she'd had to face failure once. Not failing wasn't the goal though. Only just succeeding wasn't good enough now. Feeble results wouldn't do.
But that means that just letting herself be lead along wouldn't be enough. She'll have to do better than that.]
I don't remember you telling me yours. [It's pointed, but it lacks any of the real sharpness she's capable of. She doesn't apply pressure. Rather she stares at him with searing red eyes that want him to know that she's very well aware.] ...Maki Harukawa.
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[ It escapes his lips like a wisp of smoke, yet she might find the nudge of his forehead more intimate.
His name? If she is familiar with the Chinese classes, maybe she would know who he is. He doesn't expect her to. Even if she did, he knows she wouldn't care to remember his name out of all 108 Stars of Destiny. Still, when he understands what she is—
When two people such as themselves are like this, bodies entwined and distance an absolute zero, he wants her to say it. ]
Call me Yan Qing.
[ Jade eyes lock onto hers as his thumb traces the curve of her cheek. ]
Don't tell anyone I told you, [ because a Servant's True Name is an enemy's greatest weapon. ] but that's the name that makes me happiest.
Now kiss me. [ Another suck, another gasp. ] And don't stop.
[ Make him feel like he exists. ]
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