Fixed Air

Everything you want is on the other side of fear. A Waver Velvet RP blog. Tracking the tag #aerfixus

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I'm so sorry I forgot to update my status. We've been moving this past week and thing have been crazy busy. Will get to replies this weekend.

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1. My Muse is saving yours

He didn’t know why he was doing it. In fact it was probably going to get him killed. But Waver couldn’t stand to see a servant taken out so backhandedly. If Rider had taught him anything it was that there was honor to be had in head on confrontation.  

“Watch out!” The boy yells louder than he’s ever managed. But there is no way it alone would be enough. One hand reaches out to grasp at the other’s. Fingers slipping at the first swipe, shaking and scrambling for purchase. The second try is more effective as the magus manages to get a firm hold. There is nothing left to do but yank with all his might, pulling the other over and sending them both flying from the force. It is ungraceful and there is likely to be a giant bruise where his back meets the hard ground but hopefully it will be enough. And the servant can do back to doing what it is he was summoned to do.  

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7. My Muse is pulling yours’ along.

This was no place to have this particular conversation. Someone was going to hear them or worse. But she was so stubborn and intent on proving her point that the girl didn’t seem to notice just how crowed the area was getting. Or maybe she didn’t care. Though that seemed too careless for her single minded nature. 

With a huff of annoyance Waver does what he has to do.Not that he couldn’t hold his own in an argument, especially when it came to magecraft. Which was exactly why he had yet to just up and leave. Grasping her hand firmly and simply walking away. It only takes a few pulls before she finally follows suit never halting in her verbal tirade. He would have to remember never to be on the receiving end of a scolding from this one. 

“Take a breath. For just a moment, please.” 

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✞   H’oh? It’d appear he’d a fair amount of spunk under his belt now, contrary to cowardly first impressions. “I see you are capable of facing me without the protection of your Servant. As such, I am grateful you decided against action. I am not here to engage in needless battle.”

      Summoning that monstrosity of a warrior to close-quarter combat within these narrow perimeters would have been suffocating at best. “And of the King of Conquerors? He is not the type to conceal himself. Rather, I expect to find his head bobbing from the tops of shelves.” Gleeful for one absurd reason or another. Karma is always quick to strike, however, and she shan’t tempt Her.

     “I could use your assistance, if you may. Mi’lady has sent me on a quest of books, and I’m afraid I’ve yet to meet her expectations.”

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That was a relief. He didn't mean to be cheeky, not with someone as fair as Saber seemed to be. He admired her steadfastness even if Rider was somewhat condescending towards the woman king. He did not think for one moment that it was warranted, not that she ever seemed to show whether or not it bothered her. If only he could possess such a skill. Waver’s emotions always seemed to be much too close to the surface. 

“Like I would be so stupid.” This time, he smiles to take the bite out of the words. “I am well aware you could thoroughly trounce me. Let’s just say I’d like to avoid that all together.” 

The magus purposefully avoids the commenting on his own servant. While he trusted Saber, due to her strong sense of chivalry, it didn’t mean that he needed to supply her with such information as to whether or not he was actually alone.

“My assistance?” Well, now that really was a surprise. The young man can’t help but feel a little bit of pride blooming in his chest. “What sort of books are you looking for?”   

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Curious eyes regard the flustered Mage, brow lifted as it dawns on the Archer that perhaps he is being too forward. David releases the boy but keeps his back bent as he continues to study his garb, hand to his chin in a thoughtful expression. “Mmm. London, you say?” 

The shepherd claps his hands together once, grin beaming across his smooth features. “Very well! I will ask that you take me to this London. Do not worry. I do not expect you to barter on my behalf, young Mage. I merely ask for a guide to this city of trade.”

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“That’s impossible.” A sigh. Did this guy really know nothing? At least, they were keeping their hands to themselves now. 

“London is halfway around the world from here.” Didn’t these servants get a crash course on modern times? Was the Grail withholding simple geographical information from them nowadays?  As twisted as the last Holy War was it honestly wouldn’t surprise him.  “You will just have to order something off the internet like everyone else.” 

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          “The way you look at me does not sit well for you, brat.”

In the manner of posture, the boy before him told tales of his talent. However, offense was taken the moment he glared and almost bared his fangs at his highness, silently cursing him perhaps? Aware of his tyrant ways, he supposed it is only normal. Then again, such rage implied direct hatred, as if the King of Heroes deprived him of something, or someone, he’d rather die without.

          “It is as if I have wronged you in the past. I do not know who you are.”

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“Forgive the offense, you look startlingly familiar.” 

Waver did not want to start a fight. Or give the inkling that he wanted some sort of confrontation. But honestly. He was twenty years old. At what point did one graduate from being called a brat? Though admittedly it could have been much worse.

Looking at the golden man was torture enough. It was all the magus could do to keep his back straight and his knees from shaking. But he’d done it once before, right? Even if this apparition wasn't quite the same. The memory squeezes his chest like a relentless vise giving the illusion that it could cave in on itself at any moment. This was the last face he wanted to see. Even if they didn't remember him. That made it worse somehow. 

“Though you don’t seem surprised by the notion.” 

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“You are my king.”

What better way to start off my 4th otp week w/ Maru than with a king and his loyal subject? Episode 23 fucked me up so severely that i can never bring myself to watch it again during my fate rewatches.

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theres always that one weak bitch in the group that isn’t down with murder

[little-miss-tragedy]

You came back to me. I cried and held you close; everything in the world felt right again. When I awoke, it took me ten whole minutes to realize that it was all a dream–that it wasn’t real. You were still gone, and I was even more acutely aware of the hole in my chest.

(360/365) by (DS)

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What is happening. My dash is crazy and I keep finding blogs unfollowed.

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So many pretty promos. I am in awe.

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“ of him who knew the most of all men know; who made the journey; heartbroken; reconciled; who knew the way things were before the Flood, the secret things, the mystery; who went to the end of the earth, and over; who returned, and wrote the story on a tablet of stone. “

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