Or whether the carrot is already rotting from the inside.
[ marco thinks of rin's holy grail. a powerful artifact powered by the magic of those who'd fallen in their attempts to reach it. a cup of blood, all to replenish the victor. if the house's wish is anything like that, then he wouldn't be surprised at all it wouldn't be without its complications.
it's a grim way to view things, but to be honest he's never been one for optimism. that was connie's thing, though sometimes he wonders if it was truly a positive outlook or a stubborn refusal to let herself ever get sad again. maybe there's not really a difference.
he inclines his head, a rueful smile on his lips. the scones look good, and the cream promises they won't leave his mouth feeling dry, but he's enough of a gentleman to wait until she helps herself first. that's galahad's teaching, hammering itself into his head as he stumbled his way into figuring out how to function in society. ]
Were you close to winning, before you found yourself here?
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[ marco thinks of rin's holy grail. a powerful artifact powered by the magic of those who'd fallen in their attempts to reach it. a cup of blood, all to replenish the victor. if the house's wish is anything like that, then he wouldn't be surprised at all it wouldn't be without its complications.
it's a grim way to view things, but to be honest he's never been one for optimism. that was connie's thing, though sometimes he wonders if it was truly a positive outlook or a stubborn refusal to let herself ever get sad again. maybe there's not really a difference.
he inclines his head, a rueful smile on his lips. the scones look good, and the cream promises they won't leave his mouth feeling dry, but he's enough of a gentleman to wait until she helps herself first. that's galahad's teaching, hammering itself into his head as he stumbled his way into figuring out how to function in society. ]
Were you close to winning, before you found yourself here?