♧I will be your Spear!♧
Cu Chulainn of Ulster, Great Hero of Scotland.
■A man prone to fits of fury, but loyal to a fault. It's little wonder he's a hound.■
☆Cu Chulainn of Ulster
☆Open DMs for plotting or chatting!
☆Literate interactions preferred
☆Straight
☆(N)SFW
☆Crossover-Friendly,
☆6+ years of experience, new to verse but not to muse.
☆#SMTRP#PersonaRP#FATERP
☆Available in all servant forms, including Setanta.
@MeasuringFates The shaking of her hand let him know that something was clearly off. He couldn't let her be unassisted, so he followed along as she asked him.
" I won't be upset," he promised. He'd lived a lifetime of disappointments, after all. He was used to keeping things inside.
@MeasuringFates "The name of the Roman God of the sky elements, eh?"
He pats the kitty's head affectionately. "Certainly a strong name, and a cute being this is."
It's always dashing demon time for him, y'know.
He can tell that all of this has had its desired effect, so he winks at her now.
"Need I an occasion to pamper you, lass o mine?" He teased.
"...I was thinking we might go for a fancy dinner at an exclusive hunters' club."
@MeasuringFates
A bouquet of Crimson roses in his hands with her name on them.
A black suit and a blue tie to go with.
...Seems he's dressed up for some fancy occasion?
"Milady," he said, kissing her knuckles then offering the flowers with a bow.
@MeasuringFates
Another day, another demon slain. It seemed like that's all he did these days. Sure, that's what he'd done before being recruited, but now he was forced to work more than usual... He supposed this was likely for the best: he was getting sort of rusty, and now 》
@MeasuringFates He dropped what he was doing and ran straight to her side, oblivious to anything that might be in his own path-
...Which meant he didn't see the rocks and shells which she had dropped, and he ended up tripping and falling right beside her, barely missing her-
@MeasuringFates He wasn't exactly sure what a PowerPoint was, but it sounded intimidating enough that he would just have to take her word for whatever it was she was claiming-
"Hah, he needn't know. The bleeder hardly asks us about anything, anyhow. Just points us in the direction he wants us.
@MeasuringFates be sticky so that it'll meld together. Otherwise... Yeah, get it wet, then shape it with these tools so we can make the outer walls and turrets and windows and all that stuff," he said.
...That being said, he started to dig a shallow hole and fill it with water.
@MeasuringFates would not go without attention, because he would never let her be without him.
This sand wasn't muddy or anything. Perhaps this memory was a bit out of touch with reality, but they were long past the days of reality...
"Well, we get water ready for wetting the sand. It must》
@MeasuringFates feet and ran and leapt down to the beach anew.
>Open beach tool files.
...And a bunch of molds and spatulas and other tools made appeared magically where they waited. This sand was so white, too. Must not have a lot of dirt mixed in it. It was better that way.
@MeasuringFates hair... And a kiss to her nose in return. He didn't have anything to thank her for in particular... Besides his general gratitude at having her stand beside him, but still.
"Let's get to work then. We've got to amass quite a bit of sand!"
And with that, he swept her off her》