Eins

[erbe]

For the elements, silver and iron. For the foundation, stone and the Archduke of Pacts. And for the ancestor, my great master, Schweinorg. Close the gates of the four directions. Come forth from the Crown and follow the forked road leading to the Kingdom. Fill, fill, fill, fill, fill. Repeat five times. When each is filled, destroy it. Set.

Heed my words. My will creates your body, and your sword creates my destiny. If you heed the Grail's call and obey my will and reason, then answer me! I hereby swear that I shall be all the good in the world. That I shall defeat all evil in the world. Thou Seventh Heaven, clad in the three great words of power, come forth from the circle of binding, Guardian of the Scales!

[This is a master (haha) post for Fate/PSLs! If you need anything specific tailored to your character (like a starter that doesn't start with the summoning like the above) let me know! We'll work something out over PM or Plurk.]

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[bloodings]

[ CHOKES ] Don't use that word, dummy!

[ They're partners in this battle, but Rin obviously meant it differently, and that flusters her to think about... even if there's no way Rin was referring to her. Still.

Mordred stares across the table, then suddenly blurts: ]

Feed me. [ It's a demand, but her face is still bright red. ]

[erbe]

[At first she's surprised. A little stunned. Then she's irritated. Being bossed around like that—!

Ah, but Mordred's face... It gives everything away. The color, the way her brows pinch and her lips quiver tell her all she needs to know. Rin licks the tines of her fork thoroughly before slicing into Mordred's omelette, stabbing the removed piece, and lifting it up to the Servant's mouth.]

Would you have others feed you as king?

[bloodings]

Of course not.

[ It's not appropriate. So... why is she doing it now? She swallows around the fork, her cheeks only reddening more, and stares at Rin for a moment.

Then she drops her eyes to the food again, and ruins it. ]

You were supposed to feed me yours, dummy.

[erbe]

Oh, so you're asking this as my partner, and not as king?

[Rin slices another piece of Mordred's omelette, but this time she brings it to her plate to smear around in the ketchup. Rin eats it, but if Mordred begins to protest she'll slice a piece of her own ketchup=covered eggs and present it before Mordred's mouth.]

Say, "ah."

[bloodings]

That's not what I meant either!

[ ... She has no idea what she did mean, but it wasn't that. Mordred scowls right up until the fork reaches her mouth, then lets out a huff. ]

I'm not a kid. [ Not that her mother or father ever did this with her. She closes her eyes, then, almost shyly, opens her mouth again. ] Do it already.

[erbe]

[Rin smiles, and stifles a laugh. Slowly she rests the morsel on Mordred's tongue, and when her mouth closes around it Tohsaka pulls away just as slow. Purposefully she drags the tines along Mordred's lower lip bringing attention there. What a troublesome mouth. It's a wonder her lips still seem so soft...]

You're welcome, my Saber.

[bloodings]

[ Immediately, Mordred sputters so hard she nearly chokes on the food. ]

D-d-d-d-d-don't say it like that! [ Like what? ] "My" Saber? Well, I guess I am your Saber, but it still sounds weird... Ah, dammit, are you just screwing with me? You are, aren't you? Idiot Master! Go make more food!

[erbe]

You're not happy with the food I made you? Even as I fed you?

[She plays at being hurt that Mordred doesn't appreciate it, but truly she's soaking in the flustered reaction like a plant soaks in rays of the sun.]

[bloodings]

Shut up!

[ Mordred's way too stupid to realize Rin is enjoying this. If she did, she might calm herself down instead of acting like a fool. ]

On top of that, I want junk food! Snacks! Buy it for me next time!

[erbe]

[Okay, okay! She can't help it anymore! When Mordred makes an outburst like that how is she supposed to hold it in? Tohsaka doubles over, and drops the fork on her plate. Then she begins to overflow with boisterous laughter and giggles.]

[bloodings]

It's not funny!

[ She huffs, embarrassed... but the more Rin laughs, the more contagious it is. First Mordred's scowl fades into a frown, then it disappears altogether, then she finds herself laughing as well. ]

... Okay, I guess it is kinda funny. You're so weird... [ She's grinning by this point, so it obviously isn't an insult. ]

[erbe]

[Eventually she's laughing so much her cheeks hurt, so slowly she tries to let her laughter fade away. In the end she still can't help grinning.]

You know, Saber? You can have a pretty nice smile sometimes.

[bloodings]

[ Immediately, her smile vanishes. Not to be contrary — but because she's flustered again. ]

Wh... what's that got to do with anything? [ She touches her own mouth in confusion, like it might hold the answer to her question. Obviously she just looks like an idiot. ]

[erbe]

[Rin raises her hand and gives Mordred a dismissive wave.]

Don't put too much thought into it. I just saw it, and thought I liked it.

[bloodings]

... That's a foolish thought.

[ She lowers her hand, though she still looks embarrassed. ]

Strength, power... those are what matters. Those are the things you should like.

[erbe]

Are you saying I can't like them all? That's pretty narrow minded. A magus with my potential shouldn't limit herself.

[She's allowed to like all the things! She just can't share those likes with normal people because they're filthy plebeians outsiders shouldn't be involved with magi! But Modred — a Servant — is different. Mordred won't be here forever, so saying such things won't have any long-term repercussions.]

[bloodings]

I'm saying you should focus on more important things.

[ And not stuff that makes her feel weird. She's never been embarrassed — angry, humiliated, but never something so simultaneously frustrating and strangely nice. Not in life, anyway. ]

Y... yours is nice too, I guess. I don't really know about this stuff.

[erbe]

You guess? Well, do you like it or not?

[This isn't rocket surgery, Mordred. It's very simple. Even a peanut brain like you can understand.]

[bloodings]

[ Excuse you, her brain is half a peanut. ]

Don't ask so brazenly! [ She's just buying time now... but she already knows her answer. ] Tch, fine... it's nice, even if you always look like you're plotting something. Satisfied?

[erbe]

Coming from you that almost sounds like a real compliment! Thank you, Saber.

[Okay now she might be laying it on thick, but it's not far from the truth. Rin returns to eating her own omelette now.]

[bloodings]

[ God, she's so easily baited... Mordred's face turns even redder somehow. ]

"Almost"? Idiot, it was a real compliment! Don't take it for granted! [ She leans across the table to try and tug at Rin's cheek. ]

[erbe]

[Rin can't help but laugh when Mordred freaks out like that. What she doesn't see is that sort of reaction is exactly the response she's prone to giving. Oh, well. No one ever said Tohsaka was completely self aware.

When Mordred reaches out to grab Rin's cheek the Master drops her fork onto her plate, and catches Mordred's wrist. Rin then nuzzles her cheek into her Servant's hand making her cup that cheek more than pinch it. Once that's a success she looks over the table with a partially lidded gaze.]

Say it again. Maybe I'll be able to hear the compliment this time.

[FUCK SHE CAN'T HELP HERSELF. She's such a tease.]

[bloodings]

You... you!

[ She can cut through dozens of soldiers at once in battle, but Rin is beating her down through the softest of gestures. Actually, maybe that's the problem. If she went any further, Mordred would see it as mocking — and get suitably mad — but it's just subtle enough that she finds herself enjoying it. Secretly. ]

... Forget it. Be satisfied with what you have, greedy Master. [ As she talks, her hand is stroking Rin's cheek, almost absentmindedly. When she notices, she scowls and drops it immediately. ] Hmph.

[erbe]

I refuse.

[Her voice is soft, and her gaze drops down to her plate. Rin's smile softens, and it seems her teasing is letting up just a bit. Gently Tohsaka releases Mordred's hand so her Servant can have it back.]

I refuse to be satisfied with anything until we reach the Grail. Together we'll get your wish, Saber.

[bloodings]

Ah, jeez...

[ Mordred stares at her hand a moment. Then, she spears a piece of Rin's omelette, and brings it to... her own mouth. Of course. ]

I still can't tell if you're trying to screw with me or not. [ She's pretty sure the answer is "not". But she's spent so long pushing everyone away that it's hard to see anything else. ] But a promise is a big deal to a knight. If you really mean that... I'll protect you to the end, Master. As your knight and Servant.

[ Said with a mouthful of food, which lowers the impact a little. But after she's swallowed, she takes Rin's hand and brings the back of it up to her lips, kissing it gently. ]