( closed ) prana party up in here

[peopledieifkilled]

[ This was definitely an emergency. Due to the fact that his connection with Caster was incomplete thanks to the improper summoning, he knew that this was going to happen sooner or later. Tohsaka had already warned him, and while he did listen, he didn't think it would be this quick. And now he had to actually supply her with prana. He didn't know how that would work at all in the slightest, so there was only thing to do.

Ask Tohsaka over the phone.

Which he ended up doing which ended up in a lot of yelling and her going "I'm coming right over!" but Shirou stopped her because that would take even longer and he just — he just — decided to get a verbal talk about it, which ended up a lot more awkward than it should have been.

Now that things have gotten settled, he's managed to fix up the bed in Caster's room (he decided the Western style room was better for this venture) and placed her on top of the bed.

Okay, this should be fine. ]

... Are you really going to be alright, Caster? [ A rhetorical question of course. Nerves are getting to him. ]

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[peopledieifkilled]

Yeah, I would.

[ The words that come out of Shirou's mouth are completely earnest and kind as his eyes remained fixated on her. For him, it felt as if time had slowed regardless of the fact that his heart was beating at what felt like eighty miles a second.

Swallowing hard as his fingers slowly began to crumple the sheets beneath him, he couldn't bear to look away. No, it was more as if there were some greater force that wouldn't allow him to wrench his eyes away from her in the slightest. This was what he wanted, too.

She was beautiful, gorgeous. To him, she seemed like an untainted beauty that he couldn't dare to touch, and yet, still, here he was. Hitching a breath as he saw her glance away, in what seemed to be (in his head) slight embarrassment. And then those words slipped out of her lips, causing his breath to hitch as hazel eyes grew wide in surprise.

Caster, she-- she wanted him? For what reason? He was questioning himself again, and his face was burning hotly as his heart tempted to burst out of his rib cage in protest, his mind nearly turning to static at the thought. ]

And don't worry... You're perfect.

[ To him, she seemed like this unattainable being, something out of reach. Even now, his thoughts still roamed in that direction. After all, once this war was over... she'd disappear, wouldn't she? And it would hurt him the most because of it.

But right now, he wouldn't think of such thoughts of the future. He'd leave all of that for later as he shifted his body over, bringing his right hand towards her, callused fingers resting on her cheek for a moment before bringing his hand behind her head to carefully stroke her hair. ]

[frozenflame]

[A part of her wants to laugh at that final statement. Perfect. She was nothing of the sort, if her past self was any indication. She'd been spurned, humiliated, driven to madness by a man who was supposed to care. But...coming from him, so sweet in his ignorance? She could not believe it, but perhaps to him, the voice of inexperience and youth she was.

Perhaps that was it, then? A tender youth, or just someone kind. That was all she'd ever really wanted. Someone that would care about her, not someone who wanted to use her. He may not have known, but those simple acts, the gentle touches against her cheek, that was a rare feeling for her. It made her cheeks color and her heart race, hammering in her chest as hard as his own.

Shifting her weight, she slid forward, moving up to easily reach him. Her hands moved out towards his legs, sliding up them slowly, fingers pressing against the fabric and making a swishing sound. Her eyes didn't leave his, though as she leaned forward, her kimono hid less and less. Shoulders bared now, she offered him her answer at last.]

Perfection is...unattainable. But...I am glad you feel that way.

[It would've stung if this was merely out of necessity, and not his own desire. Her fingernails continue their creeping, finally settling against his belt as she practically kneels over him.]

May I see more of you, Master?