[ "Yeah..." he thinks in response. "Who the hell taught you about this" is another thought on his mind, but fortunately for Ai, it's hard to shoot barbs at her when she has her bloodied lips pressed against his.
This time, he responds. He doesn't freeze up in total shock, both at being kissed and the idea that she is kissing him, and... isn't repulsed at kissing the insect of the abyss.
She should be repulsed, he thinks... but she isn't, and frankly? He doesn't have the energy to complain about her lack of sanity.
So instead, he returns it... their tongues intertwined with each other's, the taste of blood on both of their lips. It doesn't taste good, obviously. It tastes awful, all metallic and salty. He'd even go as far as to say it tastes like shit.
But his hand rests on the back of her head as he kisses her roughly... hungrily, even. It's not like there's enough strength in his arms to actually hold her there, but his clawed carapace, having just reformed, runs through the locks of her hair and stays there.
It's a painfully slow process. Mostly on account of the fact that he drains even as she refills him... but a physical path proves to be more efficient than a spiritual one. For maximum efficiency, one must go further... much further, but...
He kisses her harder, forcing his tongue in as if to devour the blood in her mouth. He can't indulge that. He won't. It's already annoying enough that someone actually told her about this method, even if it's saving his life. ]
[ It's a repulsive kiss. But of course, any kiss of any sort would be, so long as it's coming from her. Ai of B-Komachi is untouched and untouchable, polished to such a mirror shine that the idea of tarnishing her should be abhorrent. She can't be held or understood like a real human being, just admired from a distance like a delicate decoration. Ruining the finish like this with no delicacy or decency - what else can she call herself but repulsive?
She's already paid the price for breaking that rule once - paid it in blood, even. But here she is again, making the exact same mistake and paying once again in blood.
But that's just it. Idols don't bleed. Creatures like that don't have human blood running through their veins. It's only because she's such an intolerably filthy girl, a dirty human playacting at being something pretty and pure, that she has the pound of flesh to pay for something like this.
She wonders, even as his hand in her hair anchors her to the kiss, just how disgusted he must be with her.
She doesn't know how long it takes for their lips to part. Just that her mouth is sore and puffy when she finally does and her face is burning. It takes her a few seconds to remember how to breathe enough to speak. ]
Tell me it's enough. [ Then, with a catch in her voice that surprises even her; ] Don't go yet.
[ That's right, she's disgusting. Repulsive. Humans may think that what they've done is beautiful, but humans are naturally disgusting. Their tastes aren't worth shit.
He wants to tear it all down. Like back then, when he destroyed Britain, when he tried to destroy Proper Human History. A visceral rage boils up inside him and makes him want to tear it to shreds and defile it.
Like what he's doing right now.
He looks up at her again, her face flushed, her lips puffed up and bloody, her hair hanging over and around them like a curtain. He finds himself breathing just as hard as she is.
Ah. He thinks, unable to look away. Humans have no taste after all, do they? ]
...it's more than enough, Ai.
[ He lies. He lies to her as he always does, gripping her with hands that have begun to regain their substance... ]
Don't stop.
[ ...and this time, he's the one initiating, suddenly pulling her down with his renewed strength and forcing his lips onto hers once more. He bites gently at her lips, not breaking skin, but renewing the flow of blood.
There they are, laying in the aftermath of a battle, crashing their lips together in a bloodstained kiss. It must be painful, it can't not be... but that's fine. Neither of them can allow things to go further, but even so... that won't stop him from marking and tarnishing humanity's precious little idol himself. ]
[ She doesn't get a chance to speak - not that she knows what she would have said, even if she had. All that comes out of her is a thin noise (protest? encouragement? even she doesn't know) when his teeth close on her lips again and the rusty taste of her blood washes over her tongue.
Blood. That's it. That's the only reason they're doing this. There's no other way for her to pour her mana into him as quickly as they need, so even this little indignity she can file away as something necessary. It's not about what either of them want or don't want. It's just pure practicality. Even if he's kissing her like he wants to eat her, even if it feels good- even if it feels good enough to-
Ai yanks herself back. She can only go so far when he's still holding her but it's enough for her expression to be perfectly clear - trembling, wide-eyed alarm. That fear, again. The one she directs entirely inward and smothers her heart with.
Once again: a retreat. Not a rejection. ]
... you're okay. That's more than enough. We don't need to...
[ Her voice is trembling. It sounds like she's making to excuse to herself as much to him. ]
[ She realises what he's about to do only a split second before it happens and panic crests in her stomach. She can't pull back - he's swallowed so much of her mana that surely he must be back to full strength and there's no way Ai could fight back against him, even if she tried.
Once was necessary. Twice was a precaution. Three times was testing their luck. But this is -
What else can she can it but pure indulgence? Not that there's anything pure about a kiss like this. But if this is what he's indulging in, wanting it instead of needing it, wanting it badly enough to take it like this-
What is she supposed to do?
Her fingers catch his shirt, tug urgently for his attention. ]
Oberon- wait- I can't breathe like this-
[ It's true. When she manages to get her voice out, it's gasping and breathless. But it's also a surrender - you've won, so please let me retreat. ]
[ She's not wrong. His body is no longer fraying at the seems, his body has rematerialized and isn't on the verge of falling apart. He's certainly not in fighting condition, but she's succeeded at her goal. He isn't disappearing. From here, all he needs is rest, to let Ai's mana flow into him naturally through their spiritual path.
He releases the kiss with a gasp, not breathless like Ai, but still heavy. His face, normally pale, is unusually flushed. ]
[ It's always about what she wants, isn't it? As if it's that easy. As if she's allowed to have any of it. Her expression wavers, her alarmed dismay turning into something frustrated, messier and harder to read.
After a moment, she shakes her head. But then- ]
I don't know... I don't know, but...!
[ Her voice is ragged and shaky in a way that has nothing to do with her needing a breath. ]
I can't do it like this. I can't...
[ Like this. Whatever that means. It's the truth but it's impossible to read anything from it even so. ]
[ He grabs her again, but not with an arm snaked around to pull her in from behind, but with a hand gripping at the loose-fitting hoodie she's wearing. He doesn't kiss her, he just pulls her close. ]
Don't give me that...!
[ You, the greedy woman who pursued two kinds of happiness at once... you, who he understands so much that it hurts. Understands so well that he can't help but try to drag the truth out of her, kicking and screaming if need be.
Because the truth may not exist for him, but it does for her, whether she realizes it or not. ]
Why did you save me, then!? Why did you go to such lengths...
[ Go to the point of hurting herself in order to keep him from leaving her. Ai may not realize it... hell, Oberon may not even realize it just yet, but... far more of his feelings have been forcefully dragged out of him than either of them realize. ]
[ She yelps, and has to brace herself again, both hands flat on the ground either side of him once more. She doesn't fight to free herself but she leans back as far as she can - she can bear to meet the intensity of his eyes, not right now. ]
It- it was the only thing I could think to do! If you vanished- nobody here knows what happens if someone loses their Servant!
[ It's all true. And yet it's a lie at the same time - one of omission. ]
I was... scared. I panicked. Are you trying to say I shouldn't have bothered?!
[ That she didn't need to go that far, to be so desperate to save him that she was willing to draw her own blood if it meant ensuring that he stayed.
He bites his tongue before he says that, but instead of that, he brings his hand up to tenderly put his thumb on her lip and wipe away the lingering blood on it. ]
...yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. Who in their right mind would go this far!?
[ She knows what she wants, he knows that she knows, and he's had enough of her running. ]
[ And retreat she does - but only barely. She sits back enough to him to rise as well, but she doesn't leave his side. The immediate fear has left her eyes, even if her heart is still pounding uncertainly in her throat. ]
... are you really... [ A pause and another convulsive swallow. The bite is still welling with blood and she lifts her arm so she can press her sleeve there and try to stem it. Her voice comes out muffled by the fabric. ] Is that all I had to do?
[ It looks as though he's back in one piece but she can't shake the feeling that it'd been just a little too... convenient. Isn't it just a little too much of a cliche for her to patch things back up with a kiss like that? ]
[ He forces himself to sit up, still not looking at her. ]
Of course not. But you wouldn't like going that far, so I'll manage.
[ He scoffs, leaning back and staring up at the night sky. He feels slow and weak, but that's just in comparison to his standards as a Servant. He's not much different in strength compared to your everyday human right now. ]
...who the hell taught you that, anyway? Seriously...
[ Behind her sleeve, her mouth tugs into a rueful smile. ]
Nagiko-chan did. Or, well - not exactly. She's been teaching me about magic and some of the things I don't understand yet. She told me a mage's magic gets stored in every part of their body, like their hair and their blood and their spit. So... I kind of put the rest of it together myself.
[ She'll have to thank her for the save. Or, uh, try to thank her while very carefully avoiding why the lesson had become so relevant. ]
[ There is a 100% chance that she would be able to put two and two together and realize why it became relevant, and that neither she nor her Master would shut up about it afterwards. He'll have to kick her ass later.
Because sure, he's alive, but how the hell is he supposed to deal with Ai now? It'd be nice if he could retreat himself and just be the Fairy King for a while, but this frustrating woman won't even allow that. ]
...Well, as long as that's all she told you, then it's fine.
[ Surely she wouldn't go into that much detail, right? ]
That's all. [ She tilts her head and there's something about her expression that's innocently, infuriatingly clueless. ] It just came up in passing, so it wasn't like we went into a lot of detail...
[ It's true. But once again, it rings of a lie of omission. Nagiko had only told her as much as she'd said - all the outlets for mana that were in her own body. The rest, she'd playfully inferred with a nudge and a wink in the manner of a girl teasing scandalous secrets at a sleepover.
Ai had put the rest together herself. It's not like it'll ever be necessary, but knowing it's a possibility makes her feel a little weird. There's no way mages are getting up to this kind of thing all the time, right? How would they find the time to get anything else done? ]
... Besides. It worked, didn't it? That's all that matters.
[ "It worked, didn't it? So we can go back to pretending none of this happened." ]
[ ...he's gonna kick that Archer's ass, he thinks. ]
...yeah, exactly.
[ Just barely. With Ai's output, a full recovery will take a while. Pretending none of this happened. Yeah, no problem, right? He's Pretender, it's what he does best. Pretend she hadn't begged him not to go, pretend he hadn't desired her carnally in that moment. Pretend and never stop pretending. ]
[ She's surprised none of the others are here already - and relieved. The last thing she needs is for any of what'd just happened to be seen by literally anyone else. It's bad enough that she and Oberon had been here for it.
She rises to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. Her knees and hands are both a little chewed up with how hard she'd hit the ground next to him but when she thinks about how bad things could've been... she definitely got off easy this time.
She stares down at him for just a second. Even with Fae Eyes, it's hard to read what's going on with her expression.
But then, hesitantly, she offers him her hand. The one bearing the final stroke of her Command Seal. ]
[ Their sloppy, bloody make-out session, followed by the worst handling of high emotions ever. Yeah, he'd like to keep that between them as well. Otherwise he might actually want to disappear.
He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
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This time, he responds. He doesn't freeze up in total shock, both at being kissed and the idea that she is kissing him, and... isn't repulsed at kissing the insect of the abyss.
She should be repulsed, he thinks... but she isn't, and frankly? He doesn't have the energy to complain about her lack of sanity.
So instead, he returns it... their tongues intertwined with each other's, the taste of blood on both of their lips. It doesn't taste good, obviously. It tastes awful, all metallic and salty. He'd even go as far as to say it tastes like shit.
But his hand rests on the back of her head as he kisses her roughly... hungrily, even. It's not like there's enough strength in his arms to actually hold her there, but his clawed carapace, having just reformed, runs through the locks of her hair and stays there.
It's a painfully slow process. Mostly on account of the fact that he drains even as she refills him... but a physical path proves to be more efficient than a spiritual one. For maximum efficiency, one must go further... much further, but...
He kisses her harder, forcing his tongue in as if to devour the blood in her mouth. He can't indulge that. He won't. It's already annoying enough that someone actually told her about this method, even if it's saving his life. ]
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She's already paid the price for breaking that rule once - paid it in blood, even. But here she is again, making the exact same mistake and paying once again in blood.
But that's just it. Idols don't bleed. Creatures like that don't have human blood running through their veins. It's only because she's such an intolerably filthy girl, a dirty human playacting at being something pretty and pure, that she has the pound of flesh to pay for something like this.
She wonders, even as his hand in her hair anchors her to the kiss, just how disgusted he must be with her.
She doesn't know how long it takes for their lips to part. Just that her mouth is sore and puffy when she finally does and her face is burning. It takes her a few seconds to remember how to breathe enough to speak. ]
Tell me it's enough. [ Then, with a catch in her voice that surprises even her; ] Don't go yet.
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He wants to tear it all down. Like back then, when he destroyed Britain, when he tried to destroy Proper Human History. A visceral rage boils up inside him and makes him want to tear it to shreds and defile it.
Like what he's doing right now.
He looks up at her again, her face flushed, her lips puffed up and bloody, her hair hanging over and around them like a curtain. He finds himself breathing just as hard as she is.
Ah. He thinks, unable to look away. Humans have no taste after all, do they? ]
...it's more than enough, Ai.
[ He lies. He lies to her as he always does, gripping her with hands that have begun to regain their substance... ]
Don't stop.
[ ...and this time, he's the one initiating, suddenly pulling her down with his renewed strength and forcing his lips onto hers once more. He bites gently at her lips, not breaking skin, but renewing the flow of blood.
There they are, laying in the aftermath of a battle, crashing their lips together in a bloodstained kiss. It must be painful, it can't not be... but that's fine. Neither of them can allow things to go further, but even so... that won't stop him from marking and tarnishing humanity's precious little idol himself. ]
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[ She doesn't get a chance to speak - not that she knows what she would have said, even if she had. All that comes out of her is a thin noise (protest? encouragement? even she doesn't know) when his teeth close on her lips again and the rusty taste of her blood washes over her tongue.
Blood. That's it. That's the only reason they're doing this. There's no other way for her to pour her mana into him as quickly as they need, so even this little indignity she can file away as something necessary. It's not about what either of them want or don't want. It's just pure practicality. Even if he's kissing her like he wants to eat her, even if it feels good- even if it feels good enough to-
Ai yanks herself back. She can only go so far when he's still holding her but it's enough for her expression to be perfectly clear - trembling, wide-eyed alarm. That fear, again. The one she directs entirely inward and smothers her heart with.
Once again: a retreat. Not a rejection. ]
... you're okay. That's more than enough. We don't need to...
[ Her voice is trembling. It sounds like she's making to excuse to herself as much to him. ]
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He can't stand it anymore.
He allowed her to retreat before. He reached out to pull her back, but stopped himself. In a sense, in that moment, he had retreated as well.
He refuses to do so again.
So he pulls her back in. Forcefully, roughly, hungrily. ]
I'm not done.
[ He's just following orders, isn't he? She told him not to go, that's all.
...even in his own thoughts, he can't help but lie.
He kisses her again, his strength having clearly returned enough for him to do so, and refuses to let go. ]
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Once was necessary. Twice was a precaution. Three times was testing their luck. But this is -
What else can she can it but pure indulgence? Not that there's anything pure about a kiss like this. But if this is what he's indulging in, wanting it instead of needing it, wanting it badly enough to take it like this-
What is she supposed to do?
Her fingers catch his shirt, tug urgently for his attention. ]
Oberon- wait- I can't breathe like this-
[ It's true. When she manages to get her voice out, it's gasping and breathless. But it's also a surrender - you've won, so please let me retreat. ]
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He releases the kiss with a gasp, not breathless like Ai, but still heavy. His face, normally pale, is unusually flushed. ]
...is that what you want?
[ To retreat? To run from him again? ]
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After a moment, she shakes her head. But then- ]
I don't know... I don't know, but...!
[ Her voice is ragged and shaky in a way that has nothing to do with her needing a breath. ]
I can't do it like this. I can't...
[ Like this. Whatever that means. It's the truth but it's impossible to read anything from it even so. ]
S-so... please don't ask me again.
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[ He grabs her again, but not with an arm snaked around to pull her in from behind, but with a hand gripping at the loose-fitting hoodie she's wearing. He doesn't kiss her, he just pulls her close. ]
Don't give me that...!
[ You, the greedy woman who pursued two kinds of happiness at once... you, who he understands so much that it hurts. Understands so well that he can't help but try to drag the truth out of her, kicking and screaming if need be.
Because the truth may not exist for him, but it does for her, whether she realizes it or not. ]
Why did you save me, then!? Why did you go to such lengths...
[ Go to the point of hurting herself in order to keep him from leaving her. Ai may not realize it... hell, Oberon may not even realize it just yet, but... far more of his feelings have been forcefully dragged out of him than either of them realize. ]
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It- it was the only thing I could think to do! If you vanished- nobody here knows what happens if someone loses their Servant!
[ It's all true. And yet it's a lie at the same time - one of omission. ]
I was... scared. I panicked. Are you trying to say I shouldn't have bothered?!
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[ That she didn't need to go that far, to be so desperate to save him that she was willing to draw her own blood if it meant ensuring that he stayed.
He bites his tongue before he says that, but instead of that, he brings his hand up to tenderly put his thumb on her lip and wipe away the lingering blood on it. ]
...yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying. Who in their right mind would go this far!?
[ She knows what she wants, he knows that she knows, and he's had enough of her running. ]
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I wasn't. I just told you I was scared, didn't I?! It was this or let you just disappear and you-
[ Pause. Swallow. Her mouth still tastes horribly like blood. ]
... You've already saved me so many times. How could I just give up on you without at least trying?
[ It's not entirely the truth. Maybe Ai herself doesn't know it well enough to give it to him.
But it's true enough. ]
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You're such a pain... dragging this out of me...
[ He lets his hands fall to his sides, and for once, is the one to look away. ]
...fine, go on then.
[ She's free to retreat. ]
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... are you really... [ A pause and another convulsive swallow. The bite is still welling with blood and she lifts her arm so she can press her sleeve there and try to stem it. Her voice comes out muffled by the fabric. ] Is that all I had to do?
[ It looks as though he's back in one piece but she can't shake the feeling that it'd been just a little too... convenient. Isn't it just a little too much of a cliche for her to patch things back up with a kiss like that? ]
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Of course not. But you wouldn't like going that far, so I'll manage.
[ He scoffs, leaning back and staring up at the night sky. He feels slow and weak, but that's just in comparison to his standards as a Servant. He's not much different in strength compared to your everyday human right now. ]
...who the hell taught you that, anyway? Seriously...
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Nagiko-chan did. Or, well - not exactly. She's been teaching me about magic and some of the things I don't understand yet. She told me a mage's magic gets stored in every part of their body, like their hair and their blood and their spit. So... I kind of put the rest of it together myself.
[ She'll have to thank her for the save. Or, uh, try to thank her while very carefully avoiding why the lesson had become so relevant. ]
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[ There is a 100% chance that she would be able to put two and two together and realize why it became relevant, and that neither she nor her Master would shut up about it afterwards. He'll have to kick her ass later.
Because sure, he's alive, but how the hell is he supposed to deal with Ai now? It'd be nice if he could retreat himself and just be the Fairy King for a while, but this frustrating woman won't even allow that. ]
...Well, as long as that's all she told you, then it's fine.
[ Surely she wouldn't go into that much detail, right? ]
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[ It's true. But once again, it rings of a lie of omission. Nagiko had only told her as much as she'd said - all the outlets for mana that were in her own body. The rest, she'd playfully inferred with a nudge and a wink in the manner of a girl teasing scandalous secrets at a sleepover.
Ai had put the rest together herself. It's not like it'll ever be necessary, but knowing it's a possibility makes her feel a little weird. There's no way mages are getting up to this kind of thing all the time, right? How would they find the time to get anything else done? ]
... Besides. It worked, didn't it? That's all that matters.
[ "It worked, didn't it? So we can go back to pretending none of this happened." ]
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...yeah, exactly.
[
Just barely. With Ai's output, a full recovery will take a while.Pretending none of this happened. Yeah, no problem, right? He's Pretender, it's what he does best. Pretend she hadn't begged him not to go, pretend he hadn't desired her carnally in that moment. Pretend and never stop pretending. ]...let's go, then.
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[ She's surprised none of the others are here already - and relieved. The last thing she needs is for any of what'd just happened to be seen by literally anyone else. It's bad enough that she and Oberon had been here for it.
She rises to her feet, feeling a little wobbly. Her knees and hands are both a little chewed up with how hard she'd hit the ground next to him but when she thinks about how bad things could've been... she definitely got off easy this time.
She stares down at him for just a second. Even with Fae Eyes, it's hard to read what's going on with her expression.
But then, hesitantly, she offers him her hand. The one bearing the final stroke of her Command Seal. ]
... let's go home.
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He looks up at her, looking into her frustratingly complex expression... and sighs. In the end, no matter how infuriating she is, all he can do is take her hand. ]
...right.
[ It was all just a midsummer night's dream, a single night of revelry undeserving of being the truth.
Damn you, Shakespeare. ]