#summoned anima

[lunaetis]

@summoned-anima​​ asked :

Blue dust of the magic fell to the ground and Misaya could slowly notice a familiar figure. Said gentleman turned on his heel slowly as he looked at the woman in front of him, curious sparks in emerald eyes. 'Are thou my Master?' A stoic tone, one that reminded her of a Holy Grail War years ago; a memory so distant it seemed like a dream.

unprompted. || always accepting

─「美沙夜」─  it was an INCANTATION she knew by heart. no matter the ‘ FATE ’ system in chaldea, the cherubim had never forgotten how to conduct a heroic spirit summoning the way she had done before during the SECOND TOKYO HOLY GRAIL WAR. regardless of her status as an avenger, with the fact that she was a dual-class servant, she had drawn the power of CASTER CLASS belonging to the queen of the underworld under her fingertips. a magic circle, the vast mana, the incantation and most importantly —

                — the catalyst of the servant she wished to SUMMON.

                she was going against all rules and logics. but what’s there to lose when she had lost EVERYTHING the moment that sacrifice had been made. the letter addressed to her from the detective, the ring sat upon her fourth finger, or even she, herself, were the very CATALYST needed in order to call forth the one she desired.

                the sight of familiar frame as the AZURE DUST had settled around them, and the marks of cherubim had once again turned into command seals almost made her heart stop. it was both nostalgic and UNFAMILIAR, one that took her back to that fateful night under the moon, their very first meeting. yet, she recognized the difference in his mana, in the SAINT GRAPH that was now connected to her instead of ■■■■ —

                “ i am your master. “ there was no hint of hesitation, despite the feel of her own breath being caught in her lungs, and CRIMSON HUES landed upon the man who was the mirror image of the very person who took her heart with him. “ reiroukan misaya, the cherubim. ” how long had it been since she had used her own last name instead of his ? but — that’d be for the best, for now. a SMILE then settled upon her lips. she would say welcome back, however, while it was him, this was also not her sherlock, was he ?

[cantillat-moved]

Did Mycroft just called him “Archer”? Shirou is so offended right now....

[koorinohebi]

Inspired by this one thread with @summoned-anima.

I couldn't resist because I thought it was pretty cute.

[originlist]

@summoned-anima​

@originlist Elijah loves you for that wingmaning please let it work

“You want me to wingman?! I’ll wingman! Quick, I need a list of every one of your marketable qualities!” Ritsu would make one themselves, but their bond level with Elijah is currently too low! It’s alright, they’ll never pass up a wingmanning opportunity. Even if it’s for someone to hook up with an Objectively Huge Weirdo.

[revivisaere]

James Moriarty was approached shortly by Da Vinci, just to be handed very small package, a small explaination that other would understand once reading before going away. In the package, there was a small sheet of paper titled motionless spider in the centre of his web. It would be musical piece, calm one, with disturbing undertones resonating through whole. Handwritten in familiar style. One could only wonder why delivered on that day, days after the author was no more.

James already had an idea to the origins of the package before Da Vinci tried to explain anything . He may be no ... investigator, but really, it was no great mystery . No one else would have bothered him on this day, after all . No one is here to bother him anymore .

... he was no violinist either . One glance at the sheet past its irritating title, and he already deemed it unplayable on the piano .

Unwilling to alter it for his instrument, too . Uninspired to compose its duet . Undesirable . Unbearable . Plenty of words that begin with 'u .' None with 'you .'

But something tugged at him not to leave it untouched either . Unheard in the present, when it was meant to be played .

"... must you always seriously inconvenience my person in the middle of February ?" James mused, attempting to tune a violin - familiar to the eyes but unfamiliar in his hands, not belonging - by ear . He was no musical genius, but he supposed this - E slightly flat, A ready to snap, G fine so suspicious, D almost sharp - would do .

And then he would try to play . Fingers unsure of their place, sliding up and down, instrument wobbling against amateur shoulder . Terrible . A piano was much simpler in comparison . Yet he refused to give up so soon . Again . Different mistakes . Again . Unpleasant to the ears . Again !

[lunaetis]

@summoned-anima asked :

Sherlock swayed happily in graceful movement closer, one hand with bottle of wine and other with box of chocolates. His arm wrapped around the other with a gentle smile. 'I know it appears cliche, Mrs. Holmes - but it's not so easy to get during end of the world, so will I get points for that? Also, chocolate is not bad for this hunting dog.' Already putting one in his mouth, just to lean over to share the piece.

valentine's day ( unprompted. ) || always accepting

─「美沙夜」─  even prior to lifting her head to see who was it that moved SMOOTHLY into her line of vision, the avenger already knew by his aura and scent alone just exactly who it belonged to. she'd know him by heart, after all. that was why the moment his arm coiled itself around her waist, a SMILE was already presented upon her usually cold and distant features. a kind of expression that was reserved only for him and him alone.

                " nothing wrong with cliché, no ? after all, i'm the type that could appreciate the classics. " sentence uttered in a tone laced with clear affection. surely, had it been anyone else offering the same TREATMENT he had dared to, they would be sent away without a second thought, without even a moment of hesitation or consideration. he was an exception to ALL RULES, as he, himself, must be aware judging from how cheeky he was with that piece of chocolate between those lips.

                " points, huh. i'll be the judge of that. " crimson hues narrowed slightly, almost like a wolf before the distance between them was GONE. lips claiming his own along with the sweet treat he had in his mouth. the bittersweet taste of it melted into a heated kiss, one where she savored the flavor of his tongue much more than the chocolate itself. what a cheeky detective, though she wasn't going to have him any other way.

                even when the piece had disappeared completely, the taste she was addicted to remained to be taken, so much that when their lips finally parted, both their breaths were warmer, slightly foggy in exhale where she couldn't resist a playful nip to his bottom lip, followed by a proper, tender kiss to commend his effort.

                " i'll give you more points if you feed me again, dear sherlock. "