Time is equal measures elusive as it is present. The novelist has been occupying her time in the company of Arthur. Amongst others.
“No need to explain yourself. I was merely teasing.”
An understanding smile flickers across her visage for an instance, then calms to consideration. Thoughtful, spectacled eyes flicker to the left, “A few fruits and things I may favor.” Most of it was stationary products. —
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“You will do nothing but make yourself sick if you consume fast foods day in and day out.
I wrote you a grocery list. Should you need it, of course.”
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No one desires to become a Spirit in such a vein as the Caster is, but some relish in it far more than others. Murasaki holds no desire nor interest in it. That peculiar and ominous Grail…
Perhaps retiring the pen and paper for the day might be required… Another book to read would do her wonders.
“… No. I do not believe that suits my sentiments at all. Writer’s block is a cruel mistress, I fear.”
“Summer soon will come and the flowers will be even more beautiful than they were before. Underneath the sun…”
“Ren-san is far too busy himself. I do try to keep the house tidy, though. I have been attempting to take the time and become better acquainted with the world around me.
I do not know how you make it appear so simple, Saber-san.”
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“..? Do you not believe me, Saber-san?”
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“Frustrates is an unkind word, yet… I find it to be the word which describes my feelings best.” Delicate features morph to match the almost bashful girlishness that admission reveals, “Your sentiments are not always clear to me. You are transparent with me and honest, —
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Time in our own machinations…
I will think on it no further, you are right. Time is fleeting,” Murasaki gently tucks a few more strands behind his ear, “so it is best spent in good company.”
A short silence fell and then laughter like a breeze escaped once silent lips.
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“I never have expectations for someone the likes of yourself.” Admitted the novelist, before her expression grew troubled. “Please do not take such words to mean I think poor of you. That is not my intent at all…
You, by all means, vex me in a way that is hard to define. From —
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The moment you pulled yourself into Chaldea, you were an anomaly to my eyes. Even your heart proves to be something foreign to me.
I cannot define you within a set of concepts as simple as ‘expectations’.” Leaning in, spectacles peer to examine Amamiya, lashes framing —