( he hits the cage with a grunt, his swords useless at this closeness, the scent of her familiar, warm, nice. like home to some forgotten, closed part of his mind.
something inside him rattles the same way the cage rattled against the back of his ribs, a sense of self that the enchantments try to suppress. it stirs under the pressure of her body, surrounded by all that is her. )
Saberβ
( his voice is strained, uncertainty creeping into the fringes. he has a job. she is...
no subject
something inside him rattles the same way the cage rattled against the back of his ribs, a sense of self that the enchantments try to suppress. it stirs under the pressure of her body, surrounded by all that is her. )
Saberβ
( his voice is strained, uncertainty creeping into the fringes. he has a job. she is...
she's...
the enemy? but why? )