@raiseri Continued from X she’s taken aback at the suddenly hug from behind and for a moment there’s an inking of a frown on her features. never the less she’s already got an idea at who was brazen enough to do something like that out of the blue. a glance behind her soon confirms her suspicion. letting out.
❝ what do you think you’re doing? ❞
it’s a simple question really, and even while she said that she doesn’t bother fighting back. resigned to her fate some would say, but she’s comforted by this a bit. letting out a sigh she pats his arm a bit well letting out a soft chuckle to herself. he really was a precious one wasn’t he?
Resting his head on Atalanta’s shoulder, Achilles was sure not apply any actual weight onto her slender frame. She was as beautiful as the first time they met back in the church beckoned by Amakusa Shirou. He’d always wondered what a hero like her would’ve been and she passed every expectation by a landslide, her selflessness to run into darkness even when blinded by her own beliefs was beautiful in it’s own right. It was many of the amazing qualities that drew the Greek warrior to the hunter again and again. However, one thought was still always sitting in the back of his mind, and it seemed it was time to admit his inner most feelings. “Onee-san, you’re welcome to hate me if you want. I can’t make up for what I did to you, I crushed your dream in my selfish desire to protect the image I had of you because it was so beautiful. So I will accept your hate for me with open arms and weapons laid down, I deserve that punishment at-least.”
Thinking back to that fight the emotions running through his mind, all Achilles could think of was how ugly the boar twisted her beauty. Not her physical appearance but the light she’d always illuminate when speaking. Even in the end though she’d only had been trying to follow her wish, even if revenge was one unbecoming of her who was he to interfere with it. At-least, what’s the line of thought guiding his words now.
