[ Servants don't need to sleep, that's a fact. It might even be one of those things that Oberon can say out loud and actually be true, like how his wings are fake and serve no purpose aside from looks. By all means, after an attack like that, it's Oberon's duty as a Servant to remain on-guard.
...but after the complete storm of emotions that he just went through, he was actually feeling exhausted. Not physically, of course, but mentally. Sure, the couch is currently somewhat covered in blood, but that doesn't make it any less of a place to rest, right? He's certainly laid in worse.
Needless to say, he instantly regrets it. How could he have forgotten such a simple thing? The way memories can bleed through the connection between Master and Servant in the form of dreams? He could've cut the line, of course. As a resident of the dreamworld, it would've been easy enough... hell, he's technically already been doing it. Making sure that his Master doesn't see his memories in one of her dreams.
But he doesn't, because he's curious. Because he wants to know more, and he regrets having gone to sleep because this curiosity just makes his head spin even more.
What the hell is he thinking. He can't possibly be thinking that anything could come of this, is he? Well, talk of Master/Servant relationships has always been a popular topic among Servants, so the concept itself is hardly unheard of.
But for him, it can't happen. It must not happen. Because he's Oberon the Liar. Even if he found someone who could love the twisted Oberon, someone akin to his Titania, he can never acknowledge it.
"Oh? What's wrong, Blanca? Your pretty antennae stopped moving. Ah. You're dead. Were you taking all the mors' poison being directed at me from all of Britain, in my place? Thanks, I guess. Not that it really matters."
Because acknowledging it would make it a lie.
Yet here he is, shamelessly watching his Master's memories because he couldn't resist. Like a schoolboy excited at the prospect of reading the diary of his crush.
...and what a hopeless woman she is.
What the hell is that bullshit? "To me, lies are love"? "Even now, I want to love you"? There's a fool, there's an idiot, and then there's whatever the hell Ai is. Those are the thoughts that run through his head as he watches his Master bleed out in front of a human who deserved nothing. Not her lies, and certainly not her love.
Oberon wakes up far before Ai does, and she has him to thank or blame for the sudden halting of her dreams. He had enough of looking at it, so he shut it off just like turning off a TV.
Unfortunately, it does little to abate the fact that he's woken up in an even worse mood than before.
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...but after the complete storm of emotions that he just went through, he was actually feeling exhausted. Not physically, of course, but mentally. Sure, the couch is currently somewhat covered in blood, but that doesn't make it any less of a place to rest, right?
He's certainly laid in worse.Needless to say, he instantly regrets it. How could he have forgotten such a simple thing? The way memories can bleed through the connection between Master and Servant in the form of dreams? He could've cut the line, of course. As a resident of the dreamworld, it would've been easy enough... hell, he's technically already been doing it. Making sure that his Master doesn't see his memories in one of her dreams.
But he doesn't, because he's curious. Because he wants to know more, and he regrets having gone to sleep because this curiosity just makes his head spin even more.
What the hell is he thinking. He can't possibly be thinking that anything could come of this, is he? Well, talk of Master/Servant relationships has always been a popular topic among Servants, so the concept itself is hardly unheard of.
But for him, it can't happen. It must not happen. Because he's Oberon the Liar. Even if he found someone who could love the twisted Oberon, someone akin to his Titania, he can never acknowledge it.
"Oh? What's wrong, Blanca? Your pretty antennae stopped moving. Ah. You're dead. Were you taking all the mors' poison being directed at me from all of Britain, in my place? Thanks, I guess. Not that it really matters."
Because acknowledging it would make it a lie.
Yet here he is, shamelessly watching his Master's memories because he couldn't resist. Like a schoolboy excited at the prospect of reading the diary of his crush.
...and what a hopeless woman she is.
What the hell is that bullshit? "To me, lies are love"? "Even now, I want to love you"? There's a fool, there's an idiot, and then there's whatever the hell Ai is. Those are the thoughts that run through his head as he watches his Master bleed out in front of a human who deserved nothing. Not her lies, and certainly not her love.
Oberon wakes up far before Ai does, and she has him to thank or blame for the sudden halting of her dreams. He had enough of looking at it, so he shut it off just like turning off a TV.
Unfortunately, it does little to abate the fact that he's woken up in an even worse mood than before.
...so he does what he does best. ]