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Richard the Lionheart ([personal profile] ocenon) wrote2025-03-10 07:52 pm

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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-26 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ what an odd sight, to see her boisterous and larger-than-life servant become so sheepish while she realizes how unnaturally bold she's being. well, it's not like either of them are good at being honest with their feelings, so maybe it's natural that this would happen when one confronted the other.

she just didn't think it would be herself that would be doing it. ]


Even if you say that I don't have to— [ and she feels like she does. this is as much her doing as his, even if he was the one to deal the finishing blow ] —I still want to.

[ because they're a team. because throughout these weeks she has realized just how important saber is to her, and that means he doesn't want to leave him on his own. ]

I've already... um... seen some of it anyways. Your memories, I mean. Back when we were in Snowfield.

[ might as well confess to that, since they've already gone ahead and gotten away with murder. ]
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-27 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ no, the library is his mess to keep. though had anyone been gravely injured from it, then maybe the story would have been different.

with that agreed upon, however... ]


Uh... well, yes, but...

[ now that she thinks about it, it's a little strange. that was the only memory that she saw of richard's that didn't involve that odd man's intervention. so was he purposefully trying to connect her to those times? she's not sure. ]

Listen, the only reason I didn't tell you at first was because I didn't think it was real. I mean, think about it from my perspective— it's a lot to take in when a guy comes in driving a car in old Europe. But um, I think that guy called Saint Germain or whatever has also been showing me parts of your past. Talking to me through you. Like when you met him and when...

[ she saw red and white mixed together in the most macabre painting. she draws in a shuddering breath as the sight of siobhan's corpse and all of those come together in her mind. ]

When I saw all those people that were killed. During one of your wars, I guess.
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-28 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
I did. It was horrifying.

[ she shrinks back when saber pulls his hand from her, her hands held together against her chest so tightly that she can feel her nails pressing into her skin. her heart pounds with fear; she shouldn't have said this. she should have kept her mouth shut and kept it to herself, just like how it seems that she'll be keeping these murders for the rest of her life.

ashamed of her mistake, she hangs her head, staring at a blank space on the couch between them. ]


I didn't want to turn a blind eye to who you are. If I only knew one side of you and ignored the rest then... then what kind of Master... no, what kind of person would I be? [ though that gets her to laugh bitterly. she's no good as either, it seems. ] So I saw it. And it really was one of the worst things I've ever seen but...

[ but... ]

It hasn't stopped me. From wanting to be your Master. Or from wanting to make your wish come true. Because you're more than just that to me. You're a headstrong, stubborn, and fearless idiot, but you've been nothing but kind to me, caring for me this whole time, even when I was rude to you and pushed you away. You've saved my life so many times that I don't think I could ever repay you for it. And your wish is... it's beautiful, Saber. I can't imagine a more beautiful wish to see fulfilled by the Grail.

[ and that's why it hurts to know that she can't be the one to fulfill it. as she is now, it's fine, since she has no powers and no way to corrode saber's values, but imagining how different things could be is enough to turn her blood to ice. ]

I'm sorry. If you'd like me to leave, I will.
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-28 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ayaka’s washed up and, due to today’s events, avoiding the narcisssus suite like the plague. so she’s in the sitting room of the primrose suite, her forehead pressed against her knees.

at least she’s not crying this week? small victories, right? ]
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-29 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
I don’t know where to start.

[ she straightens her back, fixing up her glasses on her face as she looks up at richard. she wrings her hands on her lap, and a part of her fears that, if she glances down, she’ll see them covered in blood again. ]

Andrew had talked to me earlier this week… she was afraid that she was going to be used as bait after last week. I thought if she was with us, she’d be safer, but…

[ obviously not. ]
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-29 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
…Maybe.

[ she shudders at the thought. another person’s blood on their hand— how many more will it be? ]

Saber… should we say something?
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-29 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ as richard sits down next to her, ayaka will let herself rest her head on his shoulder, breathing out a shaky sigh.

that is the problem indeed, isn’t it? ]


I don’t know either. I’m worried about the same thing, actually. Maybe there’s no good solution.

[ she doesn’t want to die herself, but she’d be okay with falling on the sword for their crime. she’s aware though, that richard would never let her.

the image of sabo’s decapitated head flashes in the back of her mind, and she the idea of it being richard makes her stomach churn. ]


They tore Sabo apart. Shoved his head into a chandelier.
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-29 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
...Well, numbers are only going down, Saber. Should we hold a meeting with the rest of your roommates? Or at least the ones that might not kill us if they find out?

[ if they want numbers on their side then there's no better time than now. and if it's true that the dead are elsewhere, then perhaps they're watching them; cursing them.

she looks down at the hand on her knee, and she weakly places hers on top. ]


I found his...the torso in the gallery. [ she draws in a sharp breath, holds it, and lets it go. ] But it had no limbs, so I'm guessing others had to find it.
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-30 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ with her head still hanging low, her eyes open wide when she hears saber ask her to stay. in the back of her head, she doubts it as anything other than an auditory hallucination, a desperate desire for some sort of comfort after everything in the past two days.

but as he keeps talking, about how he's not a good person and how he wanted to protect her from that part of himself, she realizes that these are saber's genuine emotions. with her heart pounding in her chest, she wants to refute that she couldn't have possibly done anything to help saber come up with such a beautifully selfless wish, when all she does is take from and bring ruin to others-- but nothing comes out.

and then he's tilting her head up so delicately that she doesn't resist it. looking up, her blue eyes meet saber's red, and she hears his genuine request once more. ]
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-30 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Saber, I...

[ it's a beautiful scene, she realizes. like straight out of a movie, with a girl and her prince. selfishly, she can't help but feel a small joy over this, along with relief that saber would ask her to stay--but that is quickly suffocated by the truth she has been avoiding this whole time.

she glances down, and then back up at richard. ]


I have one more thing that I need to tell you. It's... it's about myself...about what I remembered about myself in Snowfield, right before coming here.

[ once again, she's afraid. afraid of whether it will change his perception of her and how. now that she's unable to look away from him, however, she feels like she has no choice but to face the truth. ]
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-03-31 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
I’m…

[ suddenly, she feels like it’s hard to breathe. it takes a couple attempts for the words to come out, shaky and pained. ]

I’m not Ayaka Sajyou. Not the real one, at least. I’m not even human. I’m… the Red Riding Hood. The one I’ve been seeing this whole time.
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-04-01 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not sure... maybe.

[ perhaps? a funhouse reflection of herself, magnified and distorted by all the changes that were forced onto her. ]

I just had so much guilt over being given this body... I had...have so much blood on my hands because of what I am that I guess it wasn't hard for that woman to use magecraft or whatever on me to make me think she was a curse that would chase me all the way into the Holy Grail War.

[ and yet the girl had never actually meant her harm, did she? she smiled at her, wished her good luck... maybe, despite it all, she was only meant to serve as a guide, rather than a fearsome ghost. ]
Edited 2025-04-01 00:13 (UTC)
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[personal profile] simulacres 2025-04-01 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
I... don't know. I've been struggling to figure that out.

[ the humanoid creature torn apart by humans. the little red riding hood of the semina apartments. the mysterious 'person A' who was haunted by the same girl. all of them molded into the same person, a false reflection of ayaka sajyou. ]

While we were in Snowfield, did you ever feel anything off about me? Like you were being influenced or...or something?

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