Spiritual leakage between a Servant and Master wasn't unusual. No matter what kind of bond it was, there'd always be some side effects, and sharing dreams weren't an exception.
Which is how Three had found herself in the middle of a barren, mountainous wasteland. She didn't recognize the place, and it seemed unwise to stray off from the path that was seemingly set before her, so all she could do was go forward. A few occasional glances were taken, and while it was mostly more mountains, she had also spotted a figure above the skies;it was hard to make out just who or what, and the only thing that was identifiable was that white hair.
At the end of the path, there was a faint, familiar figure in the distance. Overcome with curiosity, Three ran towards it- and immediately stopped at the scene before her. Fancy high-class clothes that were now tarnished, an arm and a leg torn off, guts poking out from a sliced stomach whilst purple blood was splattered all over. And, despite the horns covering their eyes, the tree-like horns were unmistakable.
Such horrific sights had never unnerved her- yet, this...
'.......'
Though her face was kept neutral, there was an odd feeling of sadness that began rise within her.
'....??'
The dream was cut short afterwards, yet the feeling still lingered, and unsure of what to do, she avoided Caster (and anyone else who questioned her behavior) and locked herself up in the doll room.]
[The thing about locks is that they work much less well on spirits who don't have to possess a body, and the thing about Servants is that it's their job to check up on their Masters.
Caster might be a terrible Servant in many respects, but in this regard-]
Oh Master~
[-he at least did his basic duties and passed through the locked door.]
Stars are not infinite. They can only grow so big, Caster.
[AKA seriously take better care, but strange metaphors will always be strange. In any case, when Three finally does turn around? There's quite a cold glare on her face.]
You are a Servant, so it should stand that you are not to fall so easily. Furthermore, being this irresponsible? It would be blight for you to get taken out, and considering how you are, it's a possible future.
[Despite how harsh she sounded, her glare had receded into a mixture of worry and confusion.
In contrast, the doll she held was unlike the others she had made- the stitches were rather loose and some parts weren't even lined up properly. Her fingers, which were laced around it, were pocked with small needle wounds here and there.]
Why would I? My parents are not of sentimental value.
[There's a look of disgust as she says this;they don't have any expectations from her anymore, so there was no need to care about them.]
...the state you were in during that dream... [She becomes perturbed once again whilst a finger fidgets with one of the doll's threads.] ...I don't like it.
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Aaaand the other Fate AU
Spiritual leakage between a Servant and Master wasn't unusual. No matter what kind of bond it was, there'd always be some side effects, and sharing dreams weren't an exception.
Which is how Three had found herself in the middle of a barren, mountainous wasteland. She didn't recognize the place, and it seemed unwise to stray off from the path that was seemingly set before her, so all she could do was go forward. A few occasional glances were taken, and while it was mostly more mountains, she had also spotted a figure above the skies;it was hard to make out just who or what, and the only thing that was identifiable was that white hair.
At the end of the path, there was a faint, familiar figure in the distance. Overcome with curiosity, Three ran towards it- and immediately stopped at the scene before her. Fancy high-class clothes that were now tarnished, an arm and a leg torn off, guts poking out from a sliced stomach whilst purple blood was splattered all over. And, despite the horns covering their eyes, the tree-like horns were unmistakable.
Such horrific sights had never unnerved her- yet, this...
'.......'
Though her face was kept neutral, there was an odd feeling of sadness that began rise within her.
'....??'
The dream was cut short afterwards, yet the feeling still lingered, and unsure of what to do, she avoided Caster (and anyone else who questioned her behavior) and locked herself up in the doll room.]
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Caster might be a terrible Servant in many respects, but in this regard-]
Oh Master~
[-he at least did his basic duties and passed through the locked door.]
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A moth cannot gain anything if it keeps circling around a flame.
[She's on the floor, though she doesn't turn to face him.]
What do you want, Caster?
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[Truthfully, having her avoid him and lock herself up was a bit concerning, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.]
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[Her tone comes off a bit harsher then usual, and only the sound of scissors snipping at a thread follow her reply afterwards.]
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[He comes to sit down next to her, to better see said probably-not-smiling face.]
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[He says that pretty much independently of what it looks like.]
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...take care of yourself.
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[Funny you should say that.]
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[AKA seriously take better care, but strange metaphors will always be strange. In any case, when Three finally does turn around? There's quite a cold glare on her face.]
You are a Servant, so it should stand that you are not to fall so easily. Furthermore, being this irresponsible? It would be blight for you to get taken out, and considering how you are, it's a possible future.
[Despite how harsh she sounded, her glare had receded into a mixture of worry and confusion.
In contrast, the doll she held was unlike the others she had made- the stitches were rather loose and some parts weren't even lined up properly. Her fingers, which were laced around it, were pocked with small needle wounds here and there.]
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You're worried about me, Master? That's not like you.
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[Adamant tone and more furrowing of her brows proved otherwise.]
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[She opens her mouth as she's about to say something, and closes it instead before turning her head downwards.]
...Caster. What did you dream about last night?
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[She raises her head again to look at him, albeit with hesitance.]
And do you remember a white-haired figure?
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[He shrugs his shoulders.]
I thought you wouldn't care too much for me prying into your past.
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[There's a look of disgust as she says this;they don't have any expectations from her anymore, so there was no need to care about them.]
...the state you were in during that dream... [She becomes perturbed once again whilst a finger fidgets with one of the doll's threads.] ...I don't like it.
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[Hey, wait a minute-]
...a few??
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1/2
WHAT.]
......................
[On one hand, it seems he doesn't die easily, which was good and all.]
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Going back to being apathetic is what she usually would have done, but there was a twinge of anger that thought otherwise.]
Please control yourself.
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[He can't resist teasing a little, even if it's dangerous. He wouldn't be himself, otherwise.]
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