bon iver, skinny love

come on skinny love

just last the year

pour a little soul

we were never here

"Do you ever think about it?"

It was a quiet evening that night. The two laid side by side in a tangle of limbs and he traced the edges of her soft jawline as they listened to each other breathe. Saber spoke lowly, softly, as if she was afraid that any kind of loud noise or abrupt movement would slice through the atmosphere and bring the entire world crashing down.

"About what, love?" His eyes were a calm red, turning the color of a bright fruit punch when Saber spoke as he found himself amused at how often she could startle him. She'd never been the soft spoken type. But she looked so tired now. So fragile. It was so unlike the radiant butterfly on the battlefield that he'd seen take down her enemies with a hard resolve and fearless brilliance. Saber would always be brilliant, he mused, but at the time she seemed more like a flickering candle light struggling to survive in a cold empty room than the powerful ray of light whose strength only he could match.

He resisted the urge to reach out and enclose her in his warmth. Instead, he sat back and focused on her eyes, listening intently. What she needed now wasn't pity and she knew that and thanked him silently. No matter how much she fell, how hard she cried or how lost she was, he would never pity her.

"About the war. About our past lives." Saber looked up, searching his eyes for all the lives lost, for a way to right wrongs and bring back glory to her people. She found a comforting nothing.

"Sometimes," he exhaled. "Had there not been a war, I may have remained a king." He looked away, remembering what had happened to him and how he ended up in this sickly vulnerable human skin.

"And yet, you are still the king I've always known, " she laughed, a hollow and warm sound.

"How could one survive on such arrogance and beauty if not be a king?" he teased, enjoying the way her hair, usually pulled back in an elaborate bun, pooled around her shoulders in streams of gold. There was a gentle moment of silence before she sat up suddenly, as if in distant memory, and spoke again.

"Kiritsugu," she murmured softly. "I'll never be able to understand what happened in those last moments with you and him andall the blood that poured out of the grail. Irisviel's blood. I-I failed her," she choked.

"Nonsense, Saber. It was unavoidable. As I remember, you put up quite a fight against me and had your master not intervened with his absurd request, I may have been bested. You did well," he replied soothingly as he looked back to that day and saw her fighting form running towards him again with raging fury, every bit as indignant and beautiful as he saw her now.

"You did well."


Drabble series because I love these two too much to let them go.

Stating the obvious, but I don't own Fate/Zero and I thank the heavens every day that typemoon/ufotable do.

(ノ´ヮ´)ノ*:・゚✧ Can that UBW stay/night version come any sooner?

ufotable fans ya feel me?