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@swordforged
archer EMIYA !
🏹 designated housewife at birth. yes he does the cooking yes he does the cleaning
🏹 will bicker back and forth with you
🏹 worried all the time. pretends he isn’t
🏹 do not let the name fool you. he can do archery. he does not often partake.
🏹 do not let the mun fool you. he cannot write bios. he can write characters, he swears.
Familiarizing himself with the city had shifted to become his main hobby.
Hobby was perhaps too kind a word - it was a mixture of paranoia and restlessness that drove Archer to wander. Patrolling was something he was intimately familiar with, preserved in fragments of memories that he carried over, but such aimless free time as this felt near foreign in how distant it was from him - even before he’d become a Servant. It made something in him anxious, and it was far easier to spend the nighttime looking for something he wasn’t sure he could even find than to sit with his thoughts.
The city of people who had been displaced just as he had was both a comfort and a concern - not for the first time, he wondered after the goal of it all. His thoughts on that were stopped rather abruptly, unable to wander and pull him down into himself as he spotted someone asleep on a bench.
The sight was hardly a concern, except... were those birds? Archer stepped over twigs to approach, quiet steps as he tilted his head at the odd sight. Indeed, the stranger seemed to be having his hair eaten by pigeons.
“Hey, you. You’re getting a haircut.”
It was his neighborly duty to alert someone if they were getting their hair eaten by birds in their sleep, probably, although he doubted his words would wake someone who was sleeping through... that.
And, well. It was kind of funny.
@crimsonasterism
[ just got back from a trip , will be fighting my drafts soon! ]
{ update - you don’t write for a few weeks, suddenly you forget what your own writing style is. orz }
[ just got back from a trip , will be fighting my drafts soon! ]
{ do i want to squeeze in event things before it ends... }
crimsonasterism:
He doesn’t seem particularly bothered.
❝Is it really that much of a burden to you?❞
“T-that’s not the point!”
The cat puts a paw on Archer’s face.
“Do it yourself.”
@swordforged continued from here.
❝Please give this poor, lost soul a safe and loving home.❞
Why me.
“Do you make a habit of forcing cats onto strangers?”
He’s still holding it, though.
Hands you a cat.
Archer takes it on instinct.
"...can I help you?"
The hell is this?
swordforged:
“Maybe I would’ve, if things had gone according to my plans. Whatever brought us here threw a wrench in that.”
Archer tries to keep the tone teasing, preserve their back-and-forth, but a remorseful note enters his tone as sentiment tugs at his chest.
“..how long were you waiting?”
Really, he hates the idea of her holding space in her heart for him – hates it more than he’s glad she would. Before she can answer, he shakes out his shoulders, his hands finally leaving his pockets only to settle in fists at his sides.
“We should talk elsewhere.”
SHE’S quite familiar with that stance. Moreso coming from his counterpart; it’s sort of a ‘default’ for Emiya, particularly when he had a vested interest in maintaining his composure. It’s funny in retrospect — she’s become so familiar with Shirou’s mannerisms over the years that it’s a wonder Archer’s identity was ever a mystery at all. Hindsight is biased that way.
❛ Just past this station, there’s a shopping district. They call it the ‘Opalarian Market Town’. It’s a busy place; very easy to go unnoticed and unbothered. ❜ It was more an explanation than a suggestion, seeing as she’s already turned on her heel. Despite the nostalgia their banter brings, and despite how in some ways his mere presence makes things feel a little bit lighter, her throat feels drier with each step. She almost doesn’t want to answer his question, but the silence would only exacerbate this raspy feeling. So she waits until the passersby thin in numbers, until one need only speak normally to be heard.
❛ I’ve been on this island for… it must be three or four months by now. And in general… it’s been a little over two years since the Grail War ended. ❜
The passage of time had become odd since he had became a Servant.
Had been odd, and yet -- Archer had not forgotten what it meant, to spend breadths of time waiting. He sucks in air through his teeth as they walk through the crowd, the words settling like a weight in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t expected to reunite with Rin at all -- but the fact that he had, and yet had kept her waiting, drives a spike into his chest.
And it had been only a short while ago for him.
He nearly thinks to apologize -- nearly, but he swallows it down, settling in at her side wordlessly instead. He measures his gait to hers, letting the faint whispers of the crowds they’d distanced themselves from fill the silence.
“You’ve matured.”
It’s a straightforward statement -- nothing more and nothing less. A small laugh escapes him, then, although it is largely hollow, if not tinged with the edge of their former usual banter.
“Have you learned to get up in the mornings, or is that still beyond you?”
It doesn’t feel like the right thing to say. Nothing does. It’s a desperate attempt at bridging a gap, a layered request -- tell me what I’ve missed.
That scene -- forever seared into his mind.
Are you my Master?
Oh, how naïve he’d been back then. Nostalgia seemed determined to hound him in Spirale, biting at his heels and driving him into his memories. He’s entrenched in them on this moonlit night, looking over the city and thinking back to that flash of light. What’s brought him to those thoughts, he isn’t certain -- only that they’d always been something familiar for him. It may just be that, thrust into the unknown, that such a significant memory serves as an anchor.
Archer finds the nostalgia both comforting and dangerous, a taste of the flaws that lead him here at all. He indulges in it all the same, and he's deep enough in his own thoughts that he nearly passes off the woman moving by him as a figment of fond memory.
"..Saber. You're here as well?" he calls out, keeping his voice unaffected.
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swordforged:
Archer had lost, and that should have been it.
Should have, and yet - well. It was unsurprising that they’d run into each other looking for groceries, of all things, really. As much as Archer would like to deny it, the similarities between them seem to be equally as enduring as his desire to separate their existences. Withdrawing his hand from the fish they’d both reached for, he has the decency to appear cowed for the briefest of moments.
“..Shirou Emiya.”
Yes, he’s feeling a bit like a sore loser right now, afforded the time to dwell on it. He can’t help but feel cornered by the pressure of his ideals manifest, unafforded the protection of averting his gaze or simply fading back into spirit until next called upon. The question of why hangs in his head, and he swallows heavily, shutting his eyes.
@originsword
This was… inevitable, right?
So many impossible situations have confronted Shirou in just half a year’s time. Encounters that should never come to pass, memories and visions to be forgotten and buried under the sands of time… By comparison, a reunion like this might seem rather underwhelming by comparison. … If only it were that easy.
This man—— Archer… The man who challenged the aimless mage time and time again, berating him for the beliefs he clung to so dearly. The Holy Grail War put him up against plenty of dangerous foes, survival barely guaranteed through sheer luck or willpower. This very city has challenged him in ways he never expected… But this man— the one that threatened to shatter Shirou’s sense of self, to break his dream and leave the body out for dead in a bleak attempt to undo the man’s own regrets… At last, the warped reflection has come back.
… And… they were just trying to grab freshly caught fish for dinner. This is what brings them back together? … Maybe this is a bit underwhelming. Tohsaka would be laughing at them both for having such serious expressions over fish.
“Mm—— Archer…?“ At the very least, he’s giving this meeting the full attention it deserves. A fading memory of clashing blades— with one look, the images flash with perfect clarity after two long years. But… it doesn’t make Shirou flinch away. His own hand pulls away as well, silence settling in if only for a few moments. A quick inhale to clear his mind, his posture straightens up as the free hand curls into an idle fist. The longer Shirou looks, the more his gut feeling becomes certain…
”… Just like I thought— You’re still you.”
But, perhaps… in this case, that isn’t really a bad thing.
“...I could say the same about you.”
Archer accompanies his statement with a small “tsk”. It’s easier to let irritation at Shirou’s presence settle in than dwell too much on that oh-so-recent past, think too hard about why he’d let that blade pierce him.
“Is there anyone they haven’t brought here?” he grumbles, half to himself, half as a genuine question to his...other self.
Ain’t nothing come easy / No, nothing comes quick / It’s gonna hurt like hell to become well / But if we set the bone straight / It’ll mend / It’ll fix
Theseus - The Oh Hellos
swordforged:
Archer had been trying to be subtle about watching her.
He couldn’t help but observe from a distance when it came to Sakura – knowing her to be a nervous person, and him being far removed from the version of himself she’d been close with. All the same, worry about her he did, and seeing that she was another person who’d been dragged into this mess served only to heighten his concern about the whole ordeal. She’d seemed content as he observed her at the pond, and he’d considered attempting to escape notice until she’d called his name.
“Sakura.”
Really, what was with him lately, that all he could offer people was their names?
“Are you..well?”
ah.
that was…not the greeting she expected. it doesn’t fit with what she’s seen of Archer, despite it being only a few glances (and all from within that day at the school’s library). he always appeared colder, detached to a degree and not one for small talk. but maybe her sister had been a positive influence on him or maybe she sent him to check up on her in her stead. that seemed to be the most likely scenario here.
and so, she offers a small smile, bowing her head slightly in a proper greeting. he seemed more nervous than her right now and it was once more a contradiction to what she’s seen. “ Yes, I’ve been well.” it wasn’t a lie. she has been, now that she finally knows the truth of what she saw within the mists. and she was happy. that alone was enough.
fingers curl tighter around the grocery bags within her hands and an idea pops into her head. “Oh, can I trouble you to help me with these? Just until I get home– I think I may have bought too much.” too much being a literal understatement. one of these bags looks like it’s about to rip open.
Archer hadn't known how to continue that conversation, in truth -- he'd been largely unprepared for being noticed at all. Sakura’s request dredges up memories he thought had been long forgotten, still fuzzy around the edges, warm days in the Emiya house that hardly feel like they belong to him.
“..hand me the heaviest ones,” he offers an arm, hooked for ease of transferring the burden.
He clears his throat.
“Are you planning..to cook something?”
The small talk is difficult, making his cheeks flush just the slightest bit from the awkwardness, but he’s glad to see Sakura happy. He’d hardly interacted with her during the Fifth Holy Grail War, but the desire to protect her wasn’t a sentiment that was easily shed -- he’d simply lost it amidst other priorities.
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la douleur exquise: The exquisite pain of wanting the affection of someone you know you can never have.
wanderlust: A strong desire for or impulse to wander or travel and explore the world.
dēsīderium: An ardent desire of longing, particularly for something once had; grief for the absence of loss of something or someone.
pikit mata: 'with eyes closed'; how you accepted the fact of something against your desires must be done.
sigurista: Someone who makes sure that everything goes as planned; the kind of person who will not act unless he totally feels sure that the desired result would be obtained.
velleity: A wish or desire to see something done, but nit enough will to make it happen or actions meant to pursue it.
sehnsucht: 'the inconsolable longing in the human heart for we know not what'; a high degree of intense, recurring, and often painful desire for something, particularly if there's no hope to attain the desired or when its attainment is uncertain, still far away.
koi no yokan: 'premonition of love'; the sense one can get upon first meeting another person that the two of them are going to falling love. This differs from the idea 'love at first sight' in that it does not imply that the feeling of love exists, rather refers to the knowledge that a future love is possible.
meraki: to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work.
mamihlapinatapei: the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start.
forelsket: the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.
geborgenheit: to feel completely safe, like nothing could ever harm you; security, comfort, trust, satisfaction, acceptance and love from others.
ya’aburnee: 'you bury me'; a declaration of one's hope that they'll die before another person because of how difficult it would be to live without them.
augenblick: 'in the blink of an eye'; a 'decisive moment' in time that is fleeting, yet momentously eventful and incredibly significant.
herzschmerz: heartache; an emotional pain in the heart.
retrouvailles: the happiness of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation.
einfühlungsvermögen: a deep understanding of someone's feelings, thoughts and motives that are easily comprehended by yourself.
serendipity: the luck that takes the form of discovering valuable or pleasant things that are not looked for or while looking for something else.
ichigo ichie: 'one time, one meeting'; and encounter that only happens once in a lifetime, reminding to treasure every moment, for it will never recur.
saudade: a deep, nostalgic, and melancholic longing for something or someone, often accompanied with denied fact that what one longs for will never come back.
cwtch: a warm, affectionate hug, cuddle or snuggle that gives a feeling of a safe place or home.
kilig: the delightful feeling that sends shivers of pleasure down the spine as one encounters something romantic.
liefdesverdriet: the sadness, depression or pain one feels about a love unanswered or love that is gone.
elmosolyodni: to slowly break out into a genuine smile when being overcome with emotions, like love or utter happiness.
pluviphile: a lover of rain; someone who finds joy and peace of mind during rainy days.
kalverliefde: the temporary affection and infatuation usually experienced by two people in love.
torpe: the-quality of, usually a young male, being to shy to pursue amorous desires to someone adored.
mélomanie: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.
nyctophilia: love of darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.
yuánfèn: a relationship brought by fate or destiny; the binding force which eventually links two people together in love.
lǎotóng: 'old same'; a form of eternal friendship between "heart sisters" – two women who are closer than husband and wife.
b'shert: 'destiny'; the seeking if a person who will complement you, and whom you will complement perfectly.
oodal: the sulking or fake anger occurring between couple after a lovers tiff, usually over something inconsequential – a feeling recognized to be a facet of love or affection.
vuslat: a union or reunion after being apart for a long time with one's beloved.
pacalai: 'lovesick pallor'; the pale complexion of a women suffering the loss of or separation from her husband or lover.
redamancy: a love returned in full; the act of loving the one who loves you.
thuong: to love tenderly – a deep and sincere notion of fondness and care between family members, friends, or lovers.
amor vincit omnia: 'love conquers all'
kaiho: a hopeless longing – an involuntary solitude in which one feels incompleteness and yearns for something unattainable or extremely difficult and tedious to attain.
euneirophrenia: a peace of mind that comes from having pleasant dreams.
boketto: to gaze vacantly into the distance without thinking or doing anything.
luchtkasteel: 'air castle'; a wish or dream one hopes to fulfill in the future, yet will never be achieved, as it is so vast, immense and unlikely.
gumusservi: the light of the moon as it shines upon the water.
aamukaste: morning dew.
murr-ma: to walk along in the water searching for something with your feet.
tükörsima: 'as smooth as the-surface of the mirror'; describes a still water which has unbroken surface, neither by wind nor by some object or animal.
aranyhíd: 'golden bridge'; the reflection of the sun as it shines upon the water.
walwalün: the sound that a flowing water makes.
ruska: the phenomenon of leaves turning various shades of red, yellow, purple and brown during the autumn season.
psithurism: the sound of the leaves rustling as the wind blows through the trees.
şafak: the first skylight seen during dawn or just before the sun rise.
yeoubi: 'fox rain'; a sun shower – the event of having a light rain while the sun is still shinning.
madrugada: the moment at dawn when the night greets the day.
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