thusia | (no subject)

[uptick in the mouth]

Oh? Didn't you enjoy it?

[ no answer. ]

[reaching up a hand to gently touch - juuuust above your "heart" - with the tips of her fingers, confidently curious]

There is, of course, ... pleasure ... to be found in serving the Lord. Isn't there. Do you serve your God, old man? Kotomine does, as fits his nature.

[ grabs for her hand, no touch :|; ]

You seem to have enough of your own answers.

[lets him stay her hand, fingers closing into a loose fist in his grasp]

Yes, but I want to hear the answers from your mouth.

I refuse.

A mere priest cannot refuse a king, Kotomine Kirei. I think, if you lived to see the Fifth Fuyuki Grail War, you should be aware of that as well as I.

I see very little reason to bend to a king's will when I have already devoted myself to God.

There is surely nothing wrong with loving God. But can God touch you? Can he make you feel pleasure? Does he have his hand on your heart?

God is all-powerful and all-knowing. And do not ask me of hearts, that matter has been put to rest, years ago.

Has it ...

Yes.

I remain unconvinced.

[and, in a motion so tersely and quickly performed it almost resembles the ratcheting of a socket wrench, she pulls her hand back - forming a fist - materializes the corrupted Excalibur, and drives it like a piston ... right through his "heart".]

[ Uh.

Was not expecting that! A sort of choked noise, mostly because you've shanked him in the heart. And vague surprise but it's still pretty lineface and rests a hand on hers in a passive protesting motion, though there isn't much else to do since.

She's.

Yanno.

Stabbed him in the 'heart'. ]

Still alive, I take it.

As. . . I said. Put to rest.

[ there's a slight tension in his voice though. He may not have a real heart but stabbing it certainly causes. Problems. Good thing you're not an uncorrupted Servant! ]

[i think i'll keep this here for a little while yet.]

Is this what a man of God would consider "put to rest"?

[ sssstepppsss bacccckkk (?) silently cos this is super uncomfy I would rather your sword NOT be in me ]

[if you're going to step back i will just lever Excalibur out on my own, thanks]

[plus that way i get to scrape a few of your ribs with the edge of my sword on the way out]

I can't imagine a corrupt priest like you had much of a heart in the first place.

[ nnnnng, a sharp inhale and then presses a hand to the entry wound. ]

Is that all you . . . wish to say?

Is that all you have to say?

To you? Yes.

Hoh, that's unfortunate.

[since i never did un-summon Excalibur, how do you feel about having your guts slashed wide open]

[because that's a thing that's happening.]

[STEPPING BACK IMMEDIATELY TO AVOID GETTING SPRAYED UNNECESSARILY]

I had hoped you'd make a good surrogate father for Kotomine. It appears that won't be the case. However, I'm always willing to hear you've changed your mind.

[ I FEEL LIKE trying to avoid that but I guess it's probably not terribly effective.

Falling to his knees, curling over a bit, hands over his stomach. He doesn't answer, wheezes a bit wetly though. ]

[coming to stand beside him, lifting Excalibur up to rest its edge against the back of his neck, a clear intimation of what might come next]

[looking and sounding disinterested, gaze averted]

Well?