From what resides in the dark is unseen, raw power wielded by powerful Servants and Masters, hearts tormented by the events that bring every single one together. At the helm stands a King, powerful and ruthless, but with a heart so broken by their own actions. Perhaps one day these feelings of regret will wash away.. but that day will not be today[Indie Fate Multi-muse blog run by Jou with a Berserker Arthur Alter as the primary muse, may contain some nsfw or dark content. Warning is NOT strictly a Prototype-related blog.]
"I'm... TRAINING..!!" Pen growled between clenched teeth as worked herself to the limits, acquiring a truly not-'beautiful' body. She really didn't seem to want to be bothered.. but if she was bothered.. just how much would the Berserker complain? Those muscles did look really tensed up.. it was hard to tell how many hours she had been doing this for nonstop.
"If I need to fight the same boss-type enemy again it'll be too soon.." perhaps learning about rpgs only lead to the king being annoyed by certain... tedium.
Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.
"Hmm.. I'm surprised there was mistletoe high enough.." Gorgon doesn't seem bothered, so much as surprised and gives the other a glance before relenting with a sigh that she has to go through with this.. she leans her body down.. easily able to maneuver it with her snake-like flexibility, and kisses her on the lip.
"There.. does that satisfy you?" she asks with a simple stare, one that luckily did not indicate danger.
"That was a good rest.." The fiery ruler seems more pleased now, after resting her body for months upon months.. hopefully next time it wouldn't be a span of five months or more. "Ah.. I see it is that holiday, huh?"