[closed] Freeze the arrow in the air

[boneofsword]

Who: Archer and Caster
When: Aguril 2
Where: Lunasa festivities
What: Bonding, Fate style
Warnings: n/a for now



Lùnasa is in full swing, with crowds that make the proposed challenge much tougher. Archer doesn't mind as he keeps looking for Caster. Keping his blue hair uncovered would make the hunt too easy, so it's most likely hidden. Instead he focuses on the familiar gait and all the details he tends to notice. The promise of a hunt makes his heart beat faster and his pace to fasten. It adds a thrill, one he's too aware of. Yet another change.

So far Archer has managed to avoid the tailors, but he pauses when a flash of dark red catches his eyes. Perhaps it's better if he changes too - he's pretty sure that Caster did. It doesn't take long to obtain simple yet tasteful outfit in blood red and black. Oh well, time to continue the chase.

Comments

[futhark]

[ Something could be said about, how it will truly be seen during the Full Moon. But that's a faraway problem, and now they are dragged into festivities again. Little does Caster remember that the free clothing he wears is actually ceremonial so— there is a good reason everyone is guessing their circumstances right. No, they don't have anything written on their forehead.

Caster passes the glass to Archer and raises his own in a toast ] Sláinte!

[ Now he realizes, did he ever saw Archer drink alcohol? ]

[boneofsword]

[Never, and for a valid reason. Archer isn't good with alcohol, so most of the time he merely tastes it instead of drinking. Tonight is an exception. Perhaps it's the Bond, perhaps it's Caster's presence encouragin him, but he does answer the toast and intends to drink.] Sláinte!

[Perhaps he does trust Caster as much to get inebriated in his presence. In reality two glasses of strong ale will be enough— ]

[futhark]

[ And these are large glasses, pints to be exact. Caster drinks half of it easily after the toast. With a laugh and bits of airy foam left around the top of his lip. He gives Archer's shoulder a friendly punch to encourage his companion (his Bonded) to drink. ]

I can't believe my eyes I see you drinking.