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tvklogs2011-09-28 09:45 pm
croibhristeoir) wrote in tvklogs2011-09-28 09:45 pm
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// i've always been with you
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.]
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.]
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... Lancer, does that very idea not bother you?
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[It's so EASY in theory, isn't it, Lancer?]
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