Saber and Gilgamesh

Past, Present and future

"You know what; I heard that the emperors of the East will take their beloved things for their sacrificial object." Gilgamesh is still standing, standing upon his blood pool. This large arrange of blood pool was qualified to make someone collapsed. A silver knight slowly approaches the King of Golden, suddenly, embrace her towards his chest. Between the damage armour, her cheek touches his amorous warm chest. Heat flow dramatically to her skin, she suspect that she have shred her tears, yet know she didn't. The blood still flowing, continuing, from his fatal injury of his left chest. "Although it's not I didn't want you to continue existing in this world, but once I consider you will disappear with me after death, always feel a little comfort" he smirks.

She gaps her lip, but didn't make a sound. Why Gilgamesh abominate god so much, the oracle has been fulfilled: It is either the sacrifice made by the king, or destruction of Uruk. She understood, Gilgamesh been summoned to this time arc with a majority of differences, king of heroes simply lost everything. Regardless how exceptional the king of heroes is, he can't escape the fact of his lifetime restriction.

"The utopia the king will enter after his death…..untouchable and invincible….the ultimate protection that nothing can penetrate….that's your true noble phantasm…..

That's the legendary power of the holy sword." He gently touches her hair; his finger was balmy, damp tendrils now, shifting down across her face. He pulls her close and holds her, and neither peak for a perfect moment, no one else in the world exists outside this battlefield with the aroma of blood and despair.

He grapes the front of the armour in both fists, pulling her to him, touching his lips against her, heat swirled through as he pull her face closer, tighter. He ignored the struggle continuously bitting pair of delicate petals…

His lips filled with the sweetness of her mouth, like she's part of his. Saber the king of knights, didn't have any responses of giving up, her pride as the king of Britain. Despite on her insolence and yet arrogance.