To think she was about yell at him to not move, and then she out right hears that. Right now, she didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or let him rot where he was. Bitchin’ the hell even anymore but still to see that he’s got his usual humor about him does put some worry at ease, though for now she almost fumbles when he finally passes out.
Shifting him just enough she doesn’t know what to say, how to even react to seeing the command seals mimicking a discount light show, but still there’s this feeling in the pit of her stomach that settles almost immediately. She knows that it takes time to recover the seals, but to be outside of Chaldea and seeing it happening is just weird, out right fucked up that she only grits her teeth.
Golden eyes shut slightly when that sounds back with a vengeance, and by now she’s already taken note of the rising numbers that aren’t in her favor. If she had to then she’d fight to the bitter end so as long as Ritsuka was safe. It’s just them here though isn’t it? It’s terrifying to her that if she dies then his last line of defense while in that state is gone. There’s no way that he’d be able to do anything. Ah, but that doesn’t stop her from holding onto the hilt of her weapon, doesn’t stop her from moving to stand up once more.
Just as she’s about to even get into a stance to fight it’s stopped short when a voice cuts through that fucking howl called noise. It’s with pure instinct that she moves to grab Ritsuka, even as a hiss leaves her as her skin feels like it’s being set on fire. Eyes narrow the second she hears that guy speaking that it takes all that she’s got to not outright drop the other, and sock the fucker in the face. She doesn’t know him, but that nickname was reason enough in her eyes to lace him out.
❛ The fuck did you just call me shithead!? There’s nothing legit at all, your happy toned ass he’s-. ❜
Going to die, isn’t he? It’s silent but it’s hanging on her conscious the whole time. The more she looks at Ritsuka the more she feels that sinking feeling settling in more, and more. The tone that the other used doesn’t really bother her, nor the fact that he’d offered to rub sun tan lotion on her out of the blue. None of that matters, what matters to her, even with the madness enchantment creeping in here, and there is the other’s well-being. It’s out of pure instinct to hold onto the magus’s body, even if the heat was painful the whole time to her.
This-this is mild shit compared to being burnt at the stake. Perhaps in some sick fashion it’s penance for what she’d done in Orleans as the Dragon Witch. Who gives a shit at this point? Not her, even with the steam that surrounded the other’s body. If she could drag him somewhere cooler, at least find a way to cool him down so that nothing was roasted in the inside. Medical things may not be her expertise but that doesn’t mean she hadn’t listened to Nightingale at one point out of curiosity. Perks she supposes when it comes to being a lot more willing to do things without her usual avenger instincts reasoning stopping her.
Right, right she could see him now though seeing as all that rain of fire, and all that shit had ceased coming down. He stole her kills sure, it’s annoying but at this point it was something she could overlook without much care. The tone of his while it grates her, is somewhat familiar to her, but worry does a lot and can cloud one’s mind.
❛ You’re so fucking gross I could puke. ❜
Says the one that states a moment like that said something like that so casually herself. Had she focused on him more then maybe she’d take into account his appearance. For now, she knows that she doesn’t know him, and if he can do something like that then he’s dangerous. Hand gripping the hilt of her weapon still she’s placed the other down, though that doesn’t stop the gritting of teeth once more to hide any possible pain that she’s in after holding the magus close while he’s burning up. If she needs to fight the new comer then so be she’ll do it even if it would be her end as the aftermath. What a pain in her ass, a big one more at last by now she’s standing up even while being on high alert.
Maybe her mind is still clouded, who the hell knows but considering that she’s been around servants that have a playful-tone she isn’t going to drop her guard. If only those ones were always the more dangerous ones in her eyes, playful but they’re crafty little shits none the less. Had it been one of those times she’s still that maybe she would have taken some comfort in what he said and all that but she can’t. So, many questions surfaced but she had nothing coming to mind really. Was this a new servant, an ally or an enemy? How she’s got nothing, there’s nothing coming to mind she can’t even think of an answer and that alone is frustrating enough.
❛ The hell do you want? ❜
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