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[saoiri]

"You could leave." Ozymandias, looked up towards the other, back against warm sand and heat upon his skin, yet even still, he felt that creeping cold come upon him. Vision blurry, he could barely make out the blue of the sky above. "You need not remain by my side. Go support the Master." He had lost, after all. This Lostbelt would fade as he would too. Gold turned towards the other's direction. "Do you think those here will know how hard I fought for them?" Wrong, right, it mattered little.  @ardenssolis​

❛ Shut up. ❜

It pisses him off to hear something like that being said so easily from the one person that always held his attention. He could support the Master of course, aid them in saving the world all over again as a hero should and would. For once tears brim at the edges of his eyes that feeling he’d long since swells in his chest, that tightening that happens as emotions start to overtake one’s body. He can’t breathe everytime he even tries to that tightening only picks up to an obnoxious level. The other had lost and what comes with that is only obvious even if it hurts him more and more. This life was nothing short of fleeting one stab , jab , or miscalculation would be the downfall for them and that whelp called Master.

No more, just not more he doesn’t want to fight, can’t even muster up the strength to look away from those paling golden eyes that he’d come to enjoy. Love and loss experience once more one by the God’s due to his own stupidity , another from unnatural means and now this. Only this time there were no gods taking a life, no one held the knife towards him at all. This life, this beautiful life that he’d cherish so much, joked with, held & cried over ends by his hands and for what? A mongrel that still hasn’t learnt much outside of survival by the skin of their chin.

 ❛ They’ll know you’ve done your best to ensure they were protected I won’t allow things to die out in vain. ❜

Composure still held firmly even as he fights back any possible tears there’s still that fondness that was always felt. Those people knew he did everything for them, there was much praise sung about him the whole time they made their way here. He wants to say it, if not beg for the other to stay longer with him but to do that would mean undoing all that hardwork that just transpired. Terrible, completely and disgustingly terrible. No matter how much he knows that he wants to cry, let those tears fall all over again for a second person that’s going to die in his arms all over again but he doesn’t. For Ramses he’d keep up that calm face not wanting him to see him almost if not completely emotionally destroyed knowing that the other was slowing starting to drift into gold.

Lips press against the other’s forehead lingering there before he moves down to place one against his cheek before lips press against lips. Ah, he missed that far more then he could state but even so the moment he pulls back he can see the top of Ozymandias’s head fading into glistening gold and he knows that time is up. Holding onto what he can is far harder than he can really say always keeping that firm resolve even now, but at least he’d managed to not let the other see him break down in his final moments. What he can do however is offer a parting smile pride laced within it that they’d finally gotten that much wanted chance to battle either. Words of affection so rare from him, but even so that doesn’t stop him from murmuring those words that usually remind silent before them.

Just like that he’s no longer holding that warm body in his arms, the gold has long since drifted away from him and he’s left with his own thoughts. Love and loss and while the first had left a mark on him in life this one would impact him far more then he could really say. He knows there’s that chance neither would remember and that enrages him to the point that those held in tears are finally free. That’s the one thing he didn’t want, he didn’t want to lose those memories even the one’s with how it all began. He can’t hold onto a bitter smile nor a laugh laced with that all he can do is just sit there and wait for his own time to come.

❛ I apologize you stubborn old fool, but that’s something I can’t adhere to no matter how much I’d like to honor those words of yours. ❜

Funny isn’t it? They’d battle so long and hard that one twist of fate worked in the Caster’s favor and secured victory. But he doesn’t feel like he’s won anything he’s lost someone far more important then the thrill of winning. That person, no rather that man that he cared for so much is gone now and he feels nothing but pain. Ah, but it’s time isn’t it? He can already feel that he’s lost more and more mana the longer he tries too hold on. Arms have already turned into nothing but that golden dust and just like that he’s faded gone with nothing but a whisper of hope filled words and that cry of his name leaving the young whelp is more then enough to give the hint what happened to the others back on the shadowborder.

❛ Hopefully we’ll run into one another again - ❜

[saoiri]

((MISAKI! ayyyyyy i'm so glad to see you around!! but most importantly! i hope you've been well and staying safe!! we love ya and and happy to have your content blessin our dashes again 👌👌👌

i would eat a whole two carolina reaper peppers for you just to show you how much i love u and to show you simultaneously how much this made my day. i’m a alive just busy here and there with things but i’m good and safe and i hope you are as well!! i’ll curse your dashes with my content when i can i swear.

[saoiri]

ardenssolis​

     EVERYTHING THAT GILGAMESH DID was a test on his composure, pushing and goading him towards the very edge as if to see if he would take that plunge or simply teeter dangerously close. It was both exciting and frustrating, a tug and pull on both of their ends as neither wanted to be the first one to ‘lose’. Another small sound left his lips as teeth gently teased his skin. It heightened his senses considerably for something so simple. It was the most basic of pleasures one could give, yet it made him shudder regardless. He swallowed, head tilting back slightly so that there would be no obstacles to prevent those lips from brushing against his throat – for teeth to grace flesh just as it did elsewhere. Ozymandias laughed softly, breathlessly, at the other’s words. Testing himself, he said… He certainly bore more patience than the Sun King gave him credit for. Most would have crumbled by now as desires grew from a flame into a raging wildfire.

     Not him, though.

     At least this was what Ozymandias had thought. The moment those hands no longer were feather soft against him, he knew that there was struggle taking place beneath that smirk. How shameful, but it seemed that Ozymandias had reached his limit. ❝G-Gilgamesh…❞ he barely managed to say, placing all his willpower on simply continuing forward when he was so thoroughly ensnared by the other king’s actions. ❝I concede.❞ Pulling away just a bit, he did so only so he could properly look upon the other’s face. There was little shame in that admittance, just as there was little shame in what he would say next. ❝I do not care who stumbles in anymore. Here and now, I desire to have you. So, tell me, O’ Wise King, what will you do? Will you deny me? Find amusement in my concession?❞ 

❛Hoh? Now that’s an interest turn of event.❜

Dangerous this was very dangerous in a sense that even he was swimming in a mind muddled with need for the other. Breathless laughter grabs his attention in no time flat that red eyes stare upwards onto for a moment before he takes back to carefully moving teeth along the other’s exposed skin. Patience with being the Wise King had it’s perks that even he couldn’t deny that in the slightest by now, and if he were his True Archer counterpart then he’s sure that he’d still maintain that small bit of patience when it came to the other King.

Maybe, maybe not who knew for sure but for now he wasn’t going to mull on that anytime soon. Perhaps both of them were being shameful even with this going on behind closed doors but even so he doesn’t bother questioning it. This all took quite a turn that he’s almost lost in it the whole time before the sound of his name being called reaches his ears. Attention snaps towards Ozymandias before the smirk that he’s most known for shows on his features at the drop of a hat. 

Chuckling towards those words and even himself, he doesn’t move at all but rather allows the other to continue on saying what he wanted to not even making too much of a noise when the other takes to pulling away just a bit. The warmth that came with the Sun King’s body still lingers against him before eyes blink momentarily with laughter soon leaving him. No, no he’s not that stupid to deny the other King not now, not ever.

❛ Denying you would be the stupidest thing in the world that could be done, and it would prove I may just be going senile as well if I coward away after working us into a tizzy. Does that answer your question or shall I take to my precious actions once again to show you I’ve no true intention of backing down? ❜

[saoiri]

ardenssolis·

     THOSE WHO BECAME RULERS in Lostbelts were stronger than the average Servant, and though he lacked the powerful divinity that some elsewhere had, was this not an indication that his victory was unavoidable? Even still, Gilgamesh fought without hesitation against him with emotions carefully schooled. Such courage and pride was what had made the other endlessly attractive to him when he had heard tales of the other’s exploits, and seeing it all in reality would always bring about a sort of thrill – a sort of pride that their eyes at this moment were only on him. This was the man who had managed to make his heart pound in various ways, some of which he thought it never would. The other’s Class mattered little to him, for both were deemed warriors of worth from the very beginning. Pushing back to put a bit of space between himself and the other, he swung his staff, blows creating sparks and the clashing of metal so loud that it was a wonder any weapons could withstand such power.

     Each clang made his spirit soar.

     If there was any lingering melancholy that existed, Gilgamesh’s words helped dissipate it, if only temporarily. Ozymandias’ intent was not to kill the other – no, the mere thought would have been painful even if he would not have been against it if the other truly wished to impede his goals. That pain would certainly leave a mark on him that he would carry if they were to see one another again…but not today. That was not their destiny at the moment. His gaze caught a glimpse of a couple gates opening, that beautiful gold forever a herald of death to any that saw it in this manner. That grin is met with his own, rays shooting down to strategic spots as if to absorb the power about to be unleashed. However, rather than staying put, they quickly fused together before him to form something far larger, dragging towards the other as both a means of making it harder to hit him as well as with intent to purposely push the Caster back. Stone melted beneath that added intensity, pristine palace a thing of the past.

     ❝Act quickly, Gilgamesh!❞

❛ Shit. ❜

Act quickly how entertaining is that to hear from someone out of the blue when they’re in the midst of a battle? Very, however there’s still one issue at hand that even he can’t risk right now. While he can act in haste as he should that didn’t mean that it would make things any more easier. Feet moving against the ground to avoid the ray of light bit by bit leads to him being near the master intentionally and while the idea of letting the little annoyance be vaporized had made its way into his mind in times of their recklessness he couldn’t allow that to happen right now.

Without much time to spare in his eyes it takes a moment to unsummon the weapons holding the mongrel before he grabs them and moves off to the side hoping that the exit to throw them near is close by. Can’t chance letting them get hurt and while he battles with both of their lives in his hands he’d almost forgotten that in the middle of enjoying himself. A shame really but that doesn’t stop him from opening a few gates nearby the other King in an attempt to return fire. This, this is what battling was all about, that thrill that he’d long since lost when he took to acting as a King should, ruling, governing people while looking out for his Kingdom the whole time.

Mixing all that alongside the fact that Ozymandias naturally made his heart pound against his chest and always showed that more prideful side was enough to snap him into acting as is. There is no playing around fully, even if they seemed to be dancing around hurting one another almost. No, no that’s not it it’s just that he was aware that there was little real intent to kill so much as just battling it out to prove what one of them was stronger. Ah, but that’s why this was all the more fun, the most enjoyable of things to him.

 Emotional ties temporarily shut off to secure victory on both sides was something that would surprise many even if some where aware the Wise King held the Sun King in high regards in more then one manner. That said even now he didn’t hide the fact that he’d taken to opening more gates around the other hoping to at least shut him off from making another attack like this current one.

 ❛ Speak for yourself fool! ❜

[saoiri]

ardenssolis‌ .

     HOW FRUSTRATING IT WAS to just be ‘barely’ touched, that even if Ozymandias chased those fingers and tried to press his skin against them with firmer conviction, Gilgamesh would have smirked and moved them further away as he purposely continued. ‘I wonder how long you will be ‘good’.’ That was a good question. Even now, Ozymandias’ fingers itched to map out firm muscle and caress each and every rise and dip upon the other’s chest until he knew all of it as well as he knew his own body. For now, he made do with thumbs rubbing circles against Gilgamesh’s waist, but it was so tempting to SLIP just a little. He gave a small inhale as his neck was nipped, fingers tightening their hold upon the other. As with many, that area was a sensitive one for him. It certainly did not help that along with soft kisses, came the slight feeling of teeth to follow.

     ❝You would question the resolve of a pharaoh? How very cruel. It almost makes me wish to weep.❞ Although Gilgamesh did at least press hands firmer against him, it was hardly enough to keep him content. He wanted more. How easy it would have been to wrestle control back into his hands, to make it so that Gilgamesh had no choice but to follow him as he lead him along and fanned his desires. Ah, but there was something altogether appealing about all of this that stayed his hand, at least for the time being – for as long as he could remain patient and play at this ‘good’ act to prove he could. Teeth sinking into his neck again in another series of nips, he groaned softly, his eyes near closing as a result of that faint pleasure. ❝I feel as if you are testing me.❞

Maddening as his actions were even to him that doesn’t stop him from relishing in this. Perhaps he would have moved away if the other attempted to press against his touch, who really knows for sure. Ears catching the sound of that small inhale has a smirk forming in seconds even while he leans into the tightening hold on his waist. While he listens to what’s being said it does little to distract him from nipping a small trail from the side of the neck to the front of the other’s throat. Still he’s careful not to be overly harsh, or at least harsher than necessary.

Soft hum leaves him before a low chuckle momentarily surfaces. To push down his own greed towards Ozymandias is a trail on even him that his resolve itself almost snaps when he catches that soft groan. Swallowing thickly, he tries to push that to the back of his mind, but still it lingers there. For a small sound like that to push him to almost to his limit is hilarious to him, yet it does little to stop him. Usually he’s the more patient one, always pushing back the impulse his original version has but this time it almost surfaces.

❛ I may be, yet I’m testing my own patience as well. ❜

Reasoning breaking a little more that he ceases the light touches all together, finally pressing a bit more firmly against the other. Funny how it takes just one simple groan, and that small inhale gets to him, over stopping himself form fully mapping out the other’s body. The dam his broken now that he’s letting his hands wander here and there, touches no longer light soon turn firmer. Lips travel downwards only faintly that he only gazes upwards to offer a smirk before leaving a trail of light nipping where he can.

[saoiri]

-appears in your inbox- I'm just here to say ilu and appreciate you a lot ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ @ardenssolis​​​

I stared at this for five days and cried over it because you’re so cute I can’t help myself AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ILYU2!!!! AND I APPREACIATE YOU A LOT SHI!!! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥  pls take my love for you it’s undying!!!

[saoiri]

In that brief moment there was some relief that the Sphinx was gone there would be no real damage. At least for now was how he’d taken to looking at things. When it takes to tilting its head, he doesn’t pay much mind to it outside of moving to close the distance just a bit more. Oh, he would have enjoyed the surprised look that came onto the other’s features but while his ego would relish in it he wouldn’t allow it to cloud his mind just yet. Maybe later when he wished to tease the other if things worked out as planned but again that’s something that needs to wait.

Ah, but it’s painful either way knowing that he has to fight the one person that he didn’t think he’d have to. The other was prideful just as much as he was so to take hold of a chance to once more rule over things was the more sensible thing of a King. He even recalls all that happened thus far not once did he see the master hide away but right now just as he moves, he does his best to make sure that nothing is directed towards the whelp. With the distraction having served its purpose he hears what’s being said however that’s cut short when their weapons clash together.

He was only really speaking his mind right now, that pain that fueled him there, but not visible on his features thankfully. When was the last time that he’d gotten to battle like this really? Far too long at least in his mind so this was something both risky and exciting all the same to him. This was a double-edged sword that would never truly be called reasonable at all. Who the real villain was, or wasn’t didn’t matter to him yet at the same time he’s all too aware that it should matter? 

Pushing against the weapon in hand eyes have longer since narrowed into a slight glare. Even he’s aware that both of them should be at equal enough strength, but that would be a lie. Lostbelt servants were stronger and adding that into his mind as well even knowing that the other was already stronger before all this, he knew his chances were slim. Not impossible but still rather slim and given that he didn’t wish to use his eyes it made things far more dangerous, just like he enjoyed in life.

❛ It’s exciting, so rejoice Sun King I’m wholly invested far more then humanly possible to admit to. ❜

To summon a gate or two was the question but again emotions take hold before he mentally shakes himself. Not right now, enough of that and while it would bother him, he doesn’t hold back on trying to push the other back enough to gather some distance. This isn’t his full playing field but that doesn’t stop him from once again summoning some gates. This was pain that he’d never thought he’d have to go through but even so it makes a fire burn in him, and that grin that’s offered towards Ozymandias is more then enough to go by that he’s enjoying this.

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

Till the day you can smile again in my dreams.

k.b. // saay - happiness (nobody knows ost part. 2)

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

If people should be proud of something, it’s not about the moments when everybody tells them how great they are. It’s about everyday life that no one sees. Still managing to finish those little tasks somehow even if it’s hard.

k.b. // be proud of the little moments in life (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

All that I ever wanted was something I never asked for, but always needed. And that was you.

k.b. // you’re all i wanted all my life (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)

@ardenssolis @namursang

[saoiri]

He hummed, casually straddling the other without so much as a warning. But then again, one should always expect the unexpected with him. Arms looped around Gilgamesh's shoulders, and fingers gently toyed with blond strands. "If the Master needs you today, they will have to look elsewhere. Today your time is mine." @ardenssolis​​

❛ Hoh? Going to keep me all to yourself today, I would expect nothing less from you. ❜  

Had the master needed him at all he would have turned them away in seconds in order to pay attention towards the one straddling him. Arms have already moved to place his hands against the other’s hips fingers grazing over Ozymandias’s exposed skin before a smirk adorns his features. While blond locks of hair are played with he doesn’t shy away from placing a quick kiss against the side of the other King’s neck before a hum leaves him. This is what he was more then happy with, the fact that they could be like this with no one around.

Funny though that he was about ready to leave moments ago to see if the mongrel needed him, yet this happened and now the idea itself is long since gone. Heated skin against his own usually cooler one he can’t complain he’s more then happy with the turn of events. No need to fight it at all he can’t help but brush a thumb over the other’s hip before leaning back just a bit to stare towards the other. 

Perhaps a tease was in order but then again lately neither side got to see much of the other so even he can’t help but wrap his arms around Ozymandias and pull him forward until he’s flush against him. Cheek nuzzling the side of the other’s head there’s only a small, but faint whisper of admittance that he missed the other King far more then he knew.

Say with him tonight lingers on his tongue but even so Ozymandias has always been someone that could pick up on things, so he didn’t need to say it verbally. Eyes shut but he doesn’t plan to sleep. No, rather he’s more then happy to allow his hands to wander a bit, mapping out the other as if he hadn’t seen the other in so long that he’d forgotten the feeling of heat that always lingers when they’re near one another. This is something that even he could say brought him a sense of peace, happiness that he’d long since thought was impossible.

❛ Hold me close Ramses, even though I’ve no intentions of allowing myself, or you to leave this room. ❜

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

I can’t take my eyes off of you.

k.b. // you’re all i see (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)

@ardenssolis

[whendidmythoughtsgocrazy]

I want to protect you, I want to guard you from the world that tries to dim your already flickering light.

k.b. // let me protect you (via whendidmythoughtsgocrazy)

@ardenssolis

[saoiri]

ardenssolis·

     GILGAMESH USING HIS GATES and willing to fight him was unexpected, but he knew that the other was not a fool. Why would he throw away one of his ‘weapons’ in exchange for using just one? If this was just a spar that had nothing else on the line save for superficial pride that would have been a different story. This was something far more serious. Though Ozymandias loathe using this particular Phantasm for this battle, he needed to split the other’s attention so that closing the distance would be easier. He could not block everything, and there was too much on the line for him to not use all he had at his disposal. ❝Wehem-Mesut, be my shield!❞ Coming to a stop, he smacked away what magical energy came his way with his staff, moving as best he could to avoid ones that came a little too close, though he wind up with a knick his cheek from a misstep. Familiar mist of gold appeared before him; the towering figure of the Great Celestial sphinx towering over both him and Gilgamesh.

     Ozymandias grinned, curious as to how the other was reacting to this shift. As much as he would have loved to see that for himself, that was not why he had called forth this sphinx. Tapping his staff with a resounding thump, the sphinx in question’s face began to glow, and any who had seen it used in battle would know that soon a ray capable of melting stone would burst forth. With that distraction, he would have an easier time approaching  without potentially being hit far worse than the cut that stung his cheek. If he could just get in close… Already in that instance, he was quickly strategizing, mind plotting out exactly what he would do and when to act. Caster was a cunning opponent. Brute strength would get one only so far with him.

It’s all he needs to hear to feel that sinking feeling to surface up for him. Not good, completely not good that he has to make sure to not allow himself to appear shocked or anything outside of calm. Impossible but not completely yet the sound of the Master screaming doesn’t really help him at all. Annoying,how utterly annoying but that doesn’t stop him from bidding his time. Eyes stare upwards before a frown adorns his features. This could make it or break it but it was something he had to risk even now, no matter how dangerous this was for him. A rider fighting a caster everyone knew what could happen but he’shad his moments of defying logic.

This was a change of pace one that he should have seen coming yet he hadn’t, at least not at this point. Still even as that feeling remains it does little to stop him from using that moment to step forward. Tome discarded this time he doesn’t waste anymore time to get close, doesn’t hide it either even if it means being far too close for comfort. What he lacks in physical strength he can make up for his wits, but even he knows sometimes that won’t help things out. Emotions to the side, face set in stone he takes to opening another gate above the other just as a means of using it as a distraction. If it would work or not, he doesn’t care, it’s just there for a small purpose anyways even now.

Handle of his held onto there’s not time to shy away especially when he takes to allowing the blade to grind against the ground only barely. There was no way he couldn’t win this, he had to win it even if it meant he’d possibly meet his end. Ah, but even so it’s hard just going against someone that he holds close, another memory of how he met his old friend is there, but the other King isn’t his friend, he’s more so it makes it a bit harder on him. All thought aside he doesn’t hide that he’s about to swing his weapon

❛ Remove that grin, you haven’t won yet. ❜

[ardenssolis]

@saoiri​​ said (inbox):

Like everyone’s been saying it’s international kissing day. while he could kiss the other anytime he wants, he holds back just to be a little lame at best and just tilts the other King’s head back just enough to plant a small kiss upon his lips

     THERE WERE A LOT of kisses being exchanged today, though his interest in such things was abysmal for the most part. Though he did not know the importance of it all (still did not know), he assumed that it must have been that ‘Kiss Day’ that came by on a yearly basis. That was basically the only time save for that Day of Love that appeared around February, that this all often took place. With a yawn, he debated returning to his room and taking a nap when he was intercepted by another. The thought that Gilgamesh was here for a particular purpose did not cross his mind, assumptions already made the moment they so much as had their eyes meet. ❝How good it is to see you out and about. Something must have your attention for me to catch you wandering the halls.❞ Or maybe he too was going to his room as well? There was not much going on today, anyway, but Gilgamesh did love to find things to do regardless.

     When the other did not make their way past him like he expected but continued to walk forward, his curiosity grew ever more. He said nothing, heart always picking up speed when this king was involved. Touch to his skin already had him ensnared if those eyes did not, his head tilting back just slightly to meet those lips that came to rest against his own. No matter how used to these exchanges he was, they would always leave him craving. His lips still felt so warm from that small press; so sweet and chaste in a way that could melt even his heart. ❝I did not think you would hold much interest in a day like this one, Gilgamesh.❞ He smirked, though it was soft and devoid of usual tease behind it. ❝Do not think that you can just kiss me and not receive anything in return.❞ Nose brushing his, he returned that affection with his own as he lifted a hand to press against the small of the Caster’s back.

[saoiri]

"Why do you only wear one gauntlet on your hand? I have wondered the purpose of this." Both of the Gilgameshes did, and though this question had crossed his mind once or twice, he never thought to ask until now. @ardenssolis​

❛ It’s a hand that’s reserved for those that are worthy to touch it. Outside of the idea of it being our dominate hand of sorts for various things such as pointing, or in my case holding my tome. I had another reason as well, but it’s nothing too important. ❜  

It’s an interesting question given that the Sun King is one of the first to even ask about it, but still he’s honest with his own reply. There are various reasons yet it always came down to those unworthy don’t get the rights to touch his more dominate of hands. Ah, but his other reason is just that he’s simply too used to it, and at one point he’d wore it to hide the necrotise on his fingers. Now and days though maybe it’s become pure habit as well. A frown for a moment but he does not back away from things at all. Rather he allows the gauntlet to vanish away for the time being before fingertips skim over the side of the other King’s face. ❛ Of course, I don’t mind removing it around you if that’s what you’d like. I’ve done it before and I’ll continue to do that. ❜  

[saoiri]

caemthe​

     Being so singleminded was either a blessing or a curse for both the Ulster warrior and the ones that spent time with him. Hard to tell what it would be each time, how it would turn out, especially now that Cú was hoping for Fergus and Gilgamesh to meet. There were very few worries in his mind, ones that immediately dissipated as soon as he received the Caster’s reassurance. “All is good then.” That’s all he wanted to know. The younger one was glad. That’s why he continued walking while carrying his partner on his arms like it wasn’t a big deal. Perhaps, he was overlooking the fact that this probably wasn’t the first impression his partner wanted to show to one of his foster fathers.

     Though, he frowned a little upon remembering a minor detail that he had forgotten to include before. “Oh, right, you do know that Phopa Fergus is quite the unique character, right? Don’t worry about it, he’s just like that.” ‘Unique character’ and ‘he’s just like that’ had to be some of the most deceiving and kindest descriptions one could give about Fergus’ bold personality and natural skill to talk certain topics that would make anyone blush without even a drop of shame.

     Still, the sides of Cú’s mouth lifted into a wide grin when he noticed the bulking figure of the warrior he had been looking for. He was going to wave to greet the older warrior, but only then noted that he still was carrying his partner. Gently returning the Caster to the ground, the Lancer held their hand and quickened his pace a little to meet Fergus halfway. His eyes were bright when he talked. “Phopa Fergus! Remember when I told you there was a man I loved?”

     Before he could get an answer from the Saber, Cú’s gaze drifted a little to the Caster while his cheeks reddened a little. “Well, now I want you to meet him…” Embarrassing, even if the delivery was cute, Cú was simply too embarrassing. Even Cú himself was blushing, suddenly hyperaware that he had never actually introduced his significant other to his family before. With Emer, the two of them married as soon as they arrived to the kingdom of Ulster. And, with Ferdiad, well… That had been different.

     Of course, the moment shattered in pieces the moment Fergus began to talk.

❛ When you use the word unique, I’m inclined to assume he maybe a little odd. ❜  

All is good was it? Maybe, but maybe not he’d only really find out sooner or later when he runs into the saber that they’re looking for. He’d heard tales about the man, some good, interesting while there was a mixed review as well added into that mix. Regardless he can’t help but stare forward half wondering if this was going to be the worst choice in his life or not. 

Meeting parents wasn’t something he’d bothered much with in life at least when he’d come back as the Wise King so now it’s a matter of keeping his usual air about him. Yet he can give Cu credit for trying to sum up the other so quickly like that. A glance over is one thing and by then when he truly does attempt to get a glance to see the other, he can’t help but widen.

Ah he remembers him, though they hadn’t spoken at all, maybe only a few words at best but nothing exceptional regretfully. No matter though he can’t help but listen when Cu ends up speaking to Fergus and even his eyes widen once more. How forward was that, but still he liked that the lancer was honest about things as well. Right he could feel the other’s embarrassment, or was that his own as well? Probably a mix of both now that he looked at the situation itself. Clearing of his throat is one thing, but now he can’t help but fight down the usual haughtiness that came with being him.

Of course, even he offers up a quick introduction of himself, even if it should be a given just who he was. Again, it’s no matter to dwell upon for long but then? Then he just hears the saber talk and for a moment he can’t help but stare towards the lancer with slight amusement.  So, this is how things would be, but still he’s not too bothered by it at all.

 He knew what could happen in this instance, but choose to just allow things to flow smoothly for the sake of being polite. Had this been his archer self meeting the other though? It may have been a nightmare come to fruition. Funny enough though it was enough to have him slightly smirk by then.