[no, Nero, he's still an Archer. he doesn't know any spells despite his Druid heritage. he's done nothing to her to deserve the accusations. or the poking. with everything that's coming from her mouth, he doesn't know what to do. or say.
they finally lock eyes and a fresh rush of panic slams into his gut. not only because she's looking at him differently but because his heart does a thing for all the babbling she's doing.
stock still in his place, Nero has her tantrum while Robin plays as her audience. from spilling wine all down her chest and getting it shiny and wet to calling him cute.
there goes his heart again. what's wrong with her? did he miss something in the weeks they didn't talk? they had a passing conversation here and there, but nothing that should cause her to ramble at him.
it is supposed to be meaningly. just sex. that's why he agreed before, that's why he's here now. he realizes his mistake now. Nero has always been so starved for love that when Robin gave her an idea of what his might be like. his mistake wasn't just in fucking another Servant, it's in fucking a Servant that was similar to him.
starved.]
Wh-what? Don't call me cute after just calling me smarmy and everything else! [he doesn't pick up the robe. too busy blushing at her and wondering if he can escape. before this gets worse. can it get worse?
it can always get worse.]
Coming here was a bad idea. I knew it. [he pushes his hair out of his face, restless and mumbling to himself.]
You can't have any heart problems because of me! Or mind problems! That's the last thing you should have. I thought we agreed on this not meaning anything.
[it was different when he was the one who was having mind problems. it was fine when it was just him. now knowing that Nero was going through something similar?
how messed up can this be?
after what seems like forever, he picks up the robe and presses it back into Nero's hands. a sign for her to get dressed. that this is as far as they're going to go now.]
i want to see you after class
they finally lock eyes and a fresh rush of panic slams into his gut. not only because she's looking at him differently but because his heart does a thing for all the babbling she's doing.
stock still in his place, Nero has her tantrum while Robin plays as her audience. from spilling wine all down her chest and getting it shiny and wet to calling him cute.
there goes his heart again. what's wrong with her? did he miss something in the weeks they didn't talk? they had a passing conversation here and there, but nothing that should cause her to ramble at him.
it is supposed to be meaningly. just sex. that's why he agreed before, that's why he's here now. he realizes his mistake now. Nero has always been so starved for love that when Robin gave her an idea of what his might be like. his mistake wasn't just in fucking another Servant, it's in fucking a Servant that was similar to him.
starved.]
Wh-what? Don't call me cute after just calling me smarmy and everything else! [he doesn't pick up the robe. too busy blushing at her and wondering if he can escape. before this gets worse. can it get worse?
it can always get worse.]
Coming here was a bad idea. I knew it. [he pushes his hair out of his face, restless and mumbling to himself.]
You can't have any heart problems because of me! Or mind problems! That's the last thing you should have. I thought we agreed on this not meaning anything.
[it was different when he was the one who was having mind problems. it was fine when it was just him. now knowing that Nero was going through something similar?
how messed up can this be?
after what seems like forever, he picks up the robe and presses it back into Nero's hands. a sign for her to get dressed. that this is as far as they're going to go now.]
You need this more than I do.