𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲

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[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

#TYPEMOONRP、#FATERP、 #MVRP、#OCRP.

[ꨄ @lostaffections]

do you still dream? of people you failed to save, those that died because of you?

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

〝Very well.〞He murmured, silver eyes steady.〝From this moment, I stand with you. Not as a weapon. Not as a tool. As Emiya Shirou.〞

#𝐌𝐕𝐇𝐂 htt

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

Archer’s body went still at the sound of that name, as though the weight of it had slipped past his armor and struck bone. His eyes lowered to the fist extended toward him, to the Command Seal burning like a sun against skin scarred by battle.

[𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍 ! (𝐒-𝐇) @S0LREBELLIS]

Not just a servant, nor as just a hero. As a person & friend.

#𝐌𝐕𝐇𝐂

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

For the first time, the sardonic edge faded from his face. He looked at Bruss not as a Master, not as some stranger wielding ideals too large for mortal hands, but as a fellow fool—one who bore the same stubborn fire in his chest.

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

A pause, brief, like the stillness before a bowstring snaps taut.〝Decide. Walk. Even if the ground beneath you burns────.〞

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

Archer tilted his head back, following that gaze skyward, though his eyes held no awe—only the practiced calm of a man who’d stared at horizons and found no answers waiting. His silence lingered, carried by the sigh of the wind through steel and glass.

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

〝Wondering is fine.〞He said at last, voice edged with a dry sort of patience.〝But it only takes you in circles. The world won’t stop moving just because you’re busy staring past it.〞

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

〝Don’t get used to this. Once is a concession. Twice is indulgence. Three times…〞His voice dropped lower, edged like drawn steel.〝…would be treason.〞

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

For a heartbeat, Archer considered brushing her off—muscle memory from countless battles urging resistance. Yet the insistent tug of her hands, the stubborn weight of her small frame pressing him down, coaxed something else from him instead.

[🍬 Hakuno Kishinami 🍬 @zasshu_hakunon]

teasing her too much.

“Because you don't believe me, I might as well show you how serious I am, right?”
She was doing her best to lead his body to kneel for her even if he resisted, but she wouldn't force him if the tall Archer would swat her hands or anything.

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

The crimson coat pooled around him like a banner lowered in surrender, the white cords at his chest straining as his shoulders took her grip. He tilted his head just enough to cast her a sidelong look, eyes glinting beneath dark lashes, half-chiding and half-indulgent.

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

His cloak shifted as he straightened, that dangerous stillness radiating off him like the taut string of an unseen bow.〝If you’re serious, Saiyan… then yes. I’ll answer as your Servant────.〞

#𝐌𝐕𝐇𝐂 htt

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

Archer studied him in silence, ashen gaze unflinching, the way one might regard a fire that threatened to consume everything yet somehow offered warmth. The air between them hung heavy, thick with conviction and the raw edge of vulnerability that few ever bared before him.

[𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍 ! (𝐒-𝐇) @S0LREBELLIS]

"I'm asking, if you want a master?"

#𝐌𝐕𝐇𝐂 htt

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

His tone carried no malice, only the weight of lived truth. Still, the corner of his mouth lifted, wry, resigned.〝But… if you’ve chosen that road, then I know it well enough to walk it beside you. Just don’t expect me to be the kind of guardian who feeds you comforting lies.〞

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

As the wind toyed with the ends of her hair, he allowed a rare, unguarded pause.〝…It has been a while.〞

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

Archer didn’t flinch beneath her gaze; those ocean eyes sought to pierce, but he had weathered storms fiercer than sentiment. Still, something softened in his expression, a fleeting warmth slipping past the armor of cynicism.

[‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ ‍‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ 𝑹𝒊𝒏📿 @tohsakaheir]

❛ Those years passed, Archer… it’s been a while. ❜ She tilted her cranium, teasing him now just a little.
❛ Though… I can’t say they were easy. You might’ve made it easier if you’d been around~. ❜
Lips curled into a genuine smile.
❛ I missed you, 𝙱𝙰𝙺𝙰. ❜

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

〝You always were too quick to blame me.〞He replied, voice low, touched with that dry sarcasm that refused to vanish even now. Yet there was no sting in it—only the echo of familiarity, the cadence of an old rhythm they had once shared.

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

〝Tell me, Saiyan—what interest does a warrior of your kind have with a Counter Guardian bound to borrowed time.ᐣ〞

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

Archer’s eyes narrowed, the faint gleam of his ashen irises catching the dim light as if measuring Bruss’s words against the weight of memory. His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile, more like the faint trace of a scar reopening.

#𝐌𝐕𝐇𝐂

[𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐍 ! (𝐒-𝐇) @S0LREBELLIS]

@scornedvow

"So you're the famed Archer, I mean I've met a variant of you. But knowing servants don't remember what happens when they were last summoned. I take it you're different?"

#𝐌𝐕𝐇𝐂 htt

[𝐀𝐑̲𝐂̲𝐇̲𝐄̲𝐑̲.̲ @scornedvow]

〝────But if you’ve met another Archer, don’t mistake me for him. I’m only ever myself.〞He shifted slightly, posture loose but blade-calloused hands never straying far from where a bow could appear in an instant.