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hadriel_logs2017-12-12 06:45 pm
sheathes) wrote in hadriel_logs2017-12-12 06:45 pm
Entry tags:
you feel so close
Who: Saber/sheathes, Irisviel/ritualized, Henry/hotspurred, anyone else at/visiting Hope's temple who wants to run into her.
What: Saber finally gets her revive.
Where: Hope's temple.
When: The 12th.
Warnings: Discussion of death/violence, kissing (finally). Nothing too graphic.
[ It's like being summoned again, when she comes back. Not an unpleasant feeling, but a strange one; traces of mana coalescing on the altar until Saber herself takes form. She opens her eyes, and she at least knows one thing — Hope survived. It's his temple she's at, and his magic that revived her. Perhaps he is weakened, but that can be fixed, with time.
Her phone is at her side, and she reaches for it immediately. First, her duty to the guard, to Henry. Text, so as not to pull him away from a conflict, to not interfere with the task she left him with. ]
Henry. Does the battle still rage?
[ Then... something else. Text, again, but for a different reason; a king should not show emotion, and she finds herself afraid of what her voice might reveal. Equally afraid that she might not receive a response, if Irisviel has come to some harm. ]
Irisviel. [ She could leave it as that. She doesn't. ] I would see our contract renewed, if you would have me once more.
[ One thing is already obvious: the gods are weakened, and so is she. Her contract with Irisviel severed by her own death, Saber finds herself once more reliant on their mana instead, and the supply is weaker than ever. She knows it's not enough to fight, and so she waits at Hope's temple, for those who might come. ]
sheathes, Irisviel/ritualized, Henry/hotspurred, anyone else at/visiting Hope's temple who wants to run into her.What: Saber finally gets her revive.
Where: Hope's temple.
When: The 12th.
Warnings: Discussion of death/violence, kissing (finally). Nothing too graphic.
[ It's like being summoned again, when she comes back. Not an unpleasant feeling, but a strange one; traces of mana coalescing on the altar until Saber herself takes form. She opens her eyes, and she at least knows one thing — Hope survived. It's his temple she's at, and his magic that revived her. Perhaps he is weakened, but that can be fixed, with time.
Her phone is at her side, and she reaches for it immediately. First, her duty to the guard, to Henry. Text, so as not to pull him away from a conflict, to not interfere with the task she left him with. ]
Henry. Does the battle still rage?
[ Then... something else. Text, again, but for a different reason; a king should not show emotion, and she finds herself afraid of what her voice might reveal. Equally afraid that she might not receive a response, if Irisviel has come to some harm. ]
Irisviel. [ She could leave it as that. She doesn't. ] I would see our contract renewed, if you would have me once more.
[ One thing is already obvious: the gods are weakened, and so is she. Her contract with Irisviel severed by her own death, Saber finds herself once more reliant on their mana instead, and the supply is weaker than ever. She knows it's not enough to fight, and so she waits at Hope's temple, for those who might come. ]