On my rping
- I don’t always feel like doing asks.
- I don’t always feel like doing threads.
- I can be selective with what asks I answer.
- I can be selective with what threads I reply to.
- I’m human and I get tired.
- I’m allowed to do what I want since I do this for fun.
- Please don’t be upset with me because I do this because this is how I have to do it. If I try to answer everything at once, I grow exhausted and start to hate something I love. So please don’t push me.
“But it is a game that you cannot escape from me.”
The golden man smiled calmly but inhuman. He was the devil in disguise and poor Saber, she was the sad and small soul that caught his interest. He will toy with her, break her, fix her, break her, and then, drop her. Oh, all of the reactions he’ll get out of her would be great. Gilgamesh, in truth, could not wait for that time to come.
Gilgamesh stopped as it looks like he came to a revelation.
“Are you possibly still upset about the incident on the bridge?”
Though Archer has completely forgotten the event that has occur with him and this Saber.
When would he ever learn? The world did not revolve around him or his silly, conceited whims. And she would not escape from him; escaping would mean that he had caught or ensnared her somehow, and the king of knights did not believe that was the case. She would simply leave the king of heroes to whatever he was doing before he crossed paths with her, and this ridiculous meeting would come to end.
And Saber was about to leave—“about to” is the word. But the moment Archer had mentioned the incident on the bridge, all color in her drained and she stood frozen in place, her mouth slightly ajar.
In truth, Arturia Pendragon had not forgotten about what had occurred, but in-between battling heroic spirits and protecting Irisviel, it had seemed that she had pushed the thought so far from the reaches of her mind that she had nearly forgotten it had happened at all… until now. Already, the moment was replaying in her head. Replaying the bridge, replaying Archer’s farewell, replaying his reward for her and—
Her face lit up instantly at the thought, her cheeks burning as she glanced at Archer for a split-second, wide-eyed and stunned and speechless, before she turned away abruptly, determined to not let Archer to see her in such a state. She would not allow him to mar her pride, not here, not again. In an attempt to regain her composure, she continued to walk ahead as if leaving the nonsense that Archer was would forever rid herself of him and the event in question. ”Wh-What incident? I—I know not of what you speak.”
Not-so-secret Tea Party
The woman let out a slight gasp, feeling the warm, familiar arms wrapping around her waist. “Madam!” She remarked, not unkindly. There was a dim glimmer in her eyes that hinted playfulness, and she remained in her position, letting Irisviel gain the upper hand as she remained at her ‘mercy’.
It was but mere seconds before the servant appeared, looking worried. Ah, she probably thought that Irisviel was in danger. Maiya was somewhat amused at the instant change of Saber’s expression, it probably wasn’t every day that the King of Knights was summoned for no danger at all.
A soft sigh escaped the lips of the assassin, as she raised an arm and pointed at the table filled with cakes. “Madam is now the Hero of Cakes who summoned the King of Knights to fight in the Holy Gelato War.” She said with a completely straight face.
Now, strictly speaking, Irisviel is not the type of woman to go around her husband’s back and do things that are against his consent ⎯ far from it. Yet the albino woman is also the first one to admit that a bit of well-meaning fun between three grown ladies can do no harm, and that the chance to bond together without the man that has brought them all to this place is one that should be leapt at with the greatest fervor. Enthusiasm, however, has never been this lady’s issue.
If anything, she suffers from chronic overexcitability. And Maiya is doing nothing to calm the homunculus’ spirit: in fact, the assassin seems to simply be egging her on.
“Ooh, the Holy Gelato War!” She squeals, and lets go of Maiya’s waist as she flitters over to Saber’s side. ”Which enemy should we attack first, Saber? Perhaps the — oh!” Her exclamation comes out unexpectedly, and she leaves her knight’s side so that she may place her hands on the edge of the table, her red eyes wide and her mouth watering. ”You brought strudel! I-I mean, I think the strudel is an enemy I think I will be able to handle.”
The traditional German pastry had always been her favorite, ever since Kiritsugu had first brought it to her. She immediately feels young and giddy, simply imagining its light and fluffy taste in her mouth - and the cream on the side! Ah, she ought to have known that Maiya would not disappoint when it comes to gathering supplies.
“Hah…” Letting her hands fall to her side, Saber chuckles lightly. At the very least, the women are being lively and look happy. And if they were happy, could she really complain? Seeing the silver-haired woman approach her, her eyes flicker and turn from the woman to where she was staring at—and her mouth watered at the sight. Decadent desserts in all shapes and colors and forms were before them.
“E-Enemies?” she could barely asked, engrossed in the tempting sweets. Were the sweets the enemies? Strange. Under normal circumstances, Saber would not allow herself to fulfill her full appetite, especially not in front of Irisviel. Irisviel probably would not care for the matter and laugh it off, but the King of Knights never wanted to appear… indecent in front of one who she had cherished so much.
Clearing her throat, the servant comes to Irisviel’s side—in front of her, to be more exact. ”Irisviel, if this is an enemy, then perhaps I should eat—g-guard you from it,” she clumsily says, eyeing the dessert. ”It is a foe, after all.” Turning, her eyes meets the weapon of her master. ”What says you, Maiya?”
Saber does not speak to Maiya Hisau much, even at their little delicious meetings. Perhaps, it is because she is an important ally to Kiritsugu Emiya. But she can sense that Irisviel respects the woman well-enough, and if Irisviel respects her, so does she. Maiya had risked her life for Kiritsugu, after all.
((/Ignores and eats cake))
Not-so-secret Tea Party
Chocolate Blackforest Cakes
As the front door was shut with a loud sound, the ears of the assassin perked up like a cat. The desserts were already in the refrigerator, all ready to be consumed. She tiptoed out into the hallway, made sure that no one was there, then started taking the desserts out of the fridge and placed them on the table one-by-one.
Kiritsugu was out - and he wouldn’t be back for a few hours. The three of them had already
stalkedtook note of the man’s schedule, and this was the time he normally goes out for his grocery shopping. Shirou was out with him too, so the Einzbern Castle was empty, for the time being.
It was an unexpected surprise when Saber and Irisviel found out about her secret of liking Western Desserts. She was reluctant to admit, but ever since then they had been holding up secret tea parties whenever Kiritsugu wasn’t around. It was almost becoming a tradition. A faint smile crawled up the woman’s face as she delicately placed pastry by pastry on its respective plates, her eyes shining brighter than usual.
She watches from the depths of the shadows lining the many corridors of the Einzbern castle: her home. And as the lady of the estate watches silently on, observing every last motion of her husband’s partner with eagerness, a smile plays on her delicate lips. Somehow, Irisviel had always known that Maiya would be adorable when no one’s there to watch her.
Like an albino panther, she stalks her chosen prey carefully. Maiya is no stranger to the art of ambush, and so Irisviel must remain extra careful if she is to correctly pull this off. And right after the last cake has been set, the Einzbern homunculus makes her attack.
Her arms wrap around Maiya’s waist, and her fingers immediately find the assassin’s ribs. ”Gotcha ~” she sings triumphantly into Maiya’s ear, before letting out a few sweet, soft giggles. It’s difficult to say whether the pastries or the lady will be the more saccharine treat today.
“Saber!” She turns now to call over her shoulder, hoping that the servant will come purely on instinct. ”Saber, quick, come help me! The enemy is trying to steal our treasures!”
Saber knew that today was their selected meeting date. Truth be told, though she disliked idleness, she treasured these occasions, as rare as they were. And not merely to satisfy her hunger, though that was a big part of it. But more than that, it was to spend time with these two women, they who had noticed her and had acknowledged her presence and worth… unlike a certain brooding master that she knew.
Treading down the halls as she makes certain that Kiritsugu is no longer in the vicinity, she allows her shoulders to relax and a sigh to escape her. They would be able to enjoy their few hours in peace; Saber suspected that her master was catching onto their clandestine meetings, but so far, so good.
Or perhaps, the King of Knights considers this too soon. Upon hearing what she believes is Irisviel in distress, Saber disappears from the hall without a trace, materializing herself in the kitchen with a fretful look in her gaze. Of course, she would come when she is beckoned. Irisviel is Irisviel. Of course, she would come. But what Saber sees is no damsel in distress—well, not the one she expects to see, anyway.
It is Maiya who is in Irisviel’s delicate clutches, and Saber can only stare dumbfounded with her mouth dropping just slightly. And here Saber had thought Kiritsugu had stumbled upon their hoard of sweets. Extending a shaky hand slightly, she manages a weary smile. ”Just… what is going on here?”
[[Your back is not the one I want to see, woman. You are blocking my view of Irisviel.
((You mean my view of Irisviel. And what a lovely view it is, indeed.))
// Madam, Saber, did someone say something?
Don’t worry, Kiri, she’ll love you later.
When she’s not distracted by how cute Saber and Maiya look when they have whipped cream on their faces fond sigh maybe she should lick it off - ?
He didn’t call for me…
I, for one, heard nothing at all. Now, how about that cake?
Let them eat cake!!
// Hang on! The starter is coming up :D What shall Kiritsugu be doing while we’re
celebrating his absenceeating cakes?
I shall be outside the castle in the cold with my face at the window watching you women and trying to get in but the windows are rather firmly locked.]]
((And I will
be seated very conveniently in front of said window as I enjoy delicious cake.))