// i've always been with you

[croibhristeoir]

Who: Lancer and Saber
Where: Lancer's hotel room
When: Evening of the 28th
Summary: No one knows how emotions work.
Rating: T for totally dorky.
Log:
[Saber seemed upset since their discussion regarding Sola and Diarmuid's own curse. No, perhaps 'upset' wasn't the right word. 'Distant'? No, knights should have been distant to an extent. It was just how they worked, wasn't it?]

[Wasn't it?]

[He had felt notably more at ease since confessing everything about Fionn and his curse, but was that normal? As Saber had said, they were once adversaries. And Lancer did still want to see their fight through to whatever conclusion it would have, of course.]

[But they were all in the same metaphorical boat. So should knights not align themselves with each other to ensure their own safety as well as that of the ones around them? Adversary or not, he trusted Saber enough to watch his back as he would hers. Lancer was absolutely set on being the only one to defeat Saber. If that meant fighting with her against any human, Servant, or Shadow that tried to do so instead of him, fine. He was her left hand once and would gladly act as such again without a second thought.]

[For now, however, he had to focus on figuring out just what had upset her or simply how to fix it. Unhappiness didn't suit someone like her, someone Lancer respected as ally and adversary both.]

[It was through that logic that a pair of fluffy slippers apparently found their way onto the bed--it was easy to tell Saber liked lions. Easier, with an actual lion cub constantly looking to trip up Lancer no matter what he did there.]

[On the table was a thin glass vase with two flowers in it. It was perhaps a little too sentimental, but he'd passed by a flower shop on his way back as it was. And Diarmuid had a special appreciation for yellow and crimson roses; they had been his signature, in a sense.]

[The former Servant himself could be found in the kitchen, doing a whole lot of work and occasionally referring to a cookbook lying open on a nearby counter.]

[Adversaries or not, nothing was stopping them from enjoying themselves once in a while.]

Comments

[ex_cashcow493]

[ This time when Saber returns to his hotel room, it is with way more than she left with. Strapped along her back is a brilliant sheath, crafted from the finest materials modern day had to offer. Unique not only in it's brilliance but with the craftsmanship behind it.

Pausing as her lion cub leaps across the room to her legs, she gazes down at it, having not noticed much of anything else. ]

Ah. I am sorry. [ Spoken.. to the cub. ]

[croibhristeoir]

Saber?

[Lancer poked his head out of the kitchen, brushing flour off his shirt as he did.]

Welcome back.

[He offered a slight smile upon confirming she'd returned, going back to whatever he was working on.]

[ex_cashcow493]

Lancer.

[ Kneeling down to face the cub, she doesn't look at him. She knows he's here. ]

Archer is no longer with us.

[croibhristeoir]

[Are you trying to make him drop everything? Because it almost worked.]

What? Are you certain of that?

[ex_cashcow493]

He would not avoid me.

Especially if I seek him out to thank him.

[croibhristeoir]

...a fair point, yes. Do you think he left the country for whatever reason?

[ex_cashcow493]

Try sending him a message.

[croibhristeoir]

Did it not work--

[Looking like he just remembered something, Lancer ducked back into the kitchen muttering about something burning.]

[ex_cashcow493]

[ Letting her guard down to look over her shoulder after the retreating man leaves her open for attack. Which, of course, her cub takes advantage of.

THUD! ]

[croibhristeoir]

. . .

What on earth was that?

[IF HE STICKS HIS HEAD OUT AGAIN WILL YOU BE MAIMED BY A CAT...]

[ex_cashcow493]

Just me.

[ On her back. Only thing that can knock her off of her feet. ]

[croibhristeoir]

I do hope it's not trying to eat you, Saber.

[Okay, he might've laughed at that just a little. Because she probably wouldn't let a baby lion eat her.]

Speaking of which, are you hungry?

[Feel free to notice the delicious smell in the kitchen, Seiba~]

[ex_cashcow493]

No, he would not do that to me.

[ The sounds of a struggle could be heard, probably around the time he asked if she was hungry. Soon enough, she was trying to squeeze herself into the tiny kitchen area. ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Okay, that was admittedly amusing.]

[After an undisclosed amount of terrible failures regarding the oven and various things in the kitchen--(he'd been at this for hours)--Lancer had finally figured out just what he was doing. The Fianna were good at damn near everything; while cooking wasn't his own specialty, following written directions was simple enough.]

[If the damned technology hadn't insisted on tripping him up, Lancer probably would have been finished by now.]

Go ahead and sit down if you want, it should be done shortly.

[ex_cashcow493]

Have you been talking with Shirou?

[ Because how does he know of her one weakness. Trying to peer around his frame to steal a peek leaves her without an edge. ]

[croibhristeoir]

Not recently, why do you ask?

[good luck with that shorty]

[ex_cashcow493]

Curiosity.

[ She may have just tried to jump up in an attempt to peer over his shoulder.

It was not successful. ]

[croibhristeoir]

...You could just ask me what I'm making, Saber. Or wait about two minutes.

[ex_cashcow493]

Who said I was interested in such things!?

[croibhristeoir]

You seem determined to look over my shoulder.

[ex_cashcow493]

I was not.

[ Guess who's walking right out of that kitchen now? ]

[croibhristeoir]

[Sigh.]

[Guess who's following a minute or so later and setting down two plates of some delicious goddamn lamb stew on the table? It took him long enough to make without burning anything or hurting himself, it better be good.]

I admit I'm not entirely certain if you'll like it, but I suppose there's only one way to find out for sure.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ The flowers were hardly overlooked, no, she spent her time until he showed up staring at them. If she didn't know any better, she might have thought this was his way of trying to charm her. ]

Why would I not enjoy it? [ Looking up to him. ] You made it. So I will enjoy it.

[croibhristeoir]

[Wait until she sees dem slippers.]

I hope you aren't flattering me, Saber. [He laughed, taking a seat with an unusually cheerful smile.] If it's not to your usual standards, you can just say so.

[ex_cashcow493]

[ She will question their purpose alright. ]

Can I not do that and be grateful all at once, Lancer?