arcade fire, suburbs

So can you understand?
Why I want a daughter while I'm still young
I wanna hold her hand
And show her some beauty
Before all this damage is done

Her blood red eyes blazing with fury, her fists trembling violently at her sides, her expression one of misdirected hatred, she glared up at him and in the most terrifying voice imaginable for a dainty six year old, shouted, "GIVE THAT BACK YOU JERK!"

"W-what, it was just a joke! You can have your lame doll back," the confused boy stuttered. He had been trying to get her attention for weeks now. But of course, he was still a kid, and as showing affections for others went, he could use some work. He tossed her the ragged toy, but not before catching a glimpse of the look of relief that spread across her face in the form a beautiful, wide smile. She gave the poor toy a death squeeze before turning back to glare at him again, her face a nasty scowl.

A few feet in the distance stood Saber, a sardonic smile playing on her lips as she congratulated herself for having raised such a feisty young spirit. "You should keep a close watch on her," she titled her head slightly back at her husband. "God knows what she'll do to that poor boy."

"Whatever it is, he certainly deserves it." He chuckled and leaned back on the tree, looking every bit the easygoing, arrogant and beautiful male model girls and guys alike swooned over. Even though years had passed, time was never cruel to him and instead enhanced his features - like a well aged red wine. Slowly, he stalked over to her until her back was pressed to his chest, fingers smoothing over her waist.

"Besides, we've got more pressing matters to attend to...," he smirked, gesturing to the patch of woods a few yards away, perfectly secluded from the rest of the park.

Saber scoffed when she saw his teasing gaze and rejected his invitation with a sway of her hand. "Please. How do you think we got her in the first place? I'm in no mood to attend to your whimsical and -"

"MOOOOOOOM!" The young boy had fallen on his clumsy rear and was flailing about like a beached whale.

Next to him stood Saber's daughter, arms crossed in a fury with an indignant expression. "He started it! He said I smelled and that my hair looked like an old man's hair!"

The boy's mother calmly walked over to the mess and pulled her son up with a swift tug of his hand, all the while keeping a firm and reasonable tone. "What happened here?" As she was inspecting her son's injuries, Saber walked over cautiously, Gilgamesh following suit.

"M-mom, she pushed me. I didn't - didn't, do, anythingg wrong!"

Saber sighed, closed her eyes, and with great restraint opened them without any sign of anger. She stared passively at her daughter.

"Sylvia, apologize to him."

"Why should I?! I don't even know his name!" her daughter remarked angrily. She pouted and turned her body with a jerking motion, crossing her arms and glaring at the ground. The grass seemed to wilt slightly.

Gilgamesh gave his wife a knowing look, knelt next to Sylvia and began plucking grass out of her hair. "Why don't you start with that, sweetheart? Ask him what his name is." He looked up and gave the boy's mother a charming smile that didn't go unnoticed, as she blushed visibly but maintained her stoic expression.

Sylvia huffed and turned around reluctantly to face the sniveling young boy. "What are you?"

"Sylvia that's not -" Saber started, her tone creeping on restrained anger. "I've got this," Gilgamesh soothed. Saber remained silent but narrowed her eyes.

"Darling, do you remember what I taught you? 'There are three things in the world that deserve no mercy: hypocrisy, fraud, -"

"'And tyranny.' I know, Gilgamesh."

He smiled. "And is this boy a hypocrite? Is he a fraud? Has he committed tyranny?"

"...no. He's just a boy." Sylvia admitted, feeling defeated.

Although Gilgamesh knew better than believing kids aren't capable of such acts, he decided to leave that lesson for another, more fitting day. Instead, he looked into her eyes and whispered, "Then forgive him. He is deserving of your mercy. And a king is always merciful when he can be."

"Yes, Gilgamesh. I understand," she looked away. "Hi...I'm Sylvia." She shyly held her plump hand to him.

"Go on dear, take her hand," his mother sighed. The young boy looked at his mother, then back at Sylvia and tentatively reached for her hand. Just as they were about to make contact, she pulled him to her and gave him a bear hug.

"I'm sorry," she breathed quietly into his black hair.

"I'm Ito," he responded. "Ito Emiya."

Content with his work, Gilgamesh stepped back and addressed his lover. "Rather skillful of me, wasn't that?" he grinned.

"You always were the more convincing one," Saber conceded, tilting her head to look at him.

"Perhaps with my words. But you are the real swindler here, dear wife." He smirked, taking her into his arms.

Saber hummed, her tone playful. "And why is that?"

"You captured me with your spirit, entranced me with your soul and reeled me in, hook, line and sinker...," he trailed off, gazing into her eyes, suddenly remembering that night at the King's Banquet when his affections for her became more than just sadistic interest. It was then that he realized. Her sword as pure as lightning from the heavens above. Her angry tears. Her earned smiles and her rare laughter. Her beautiful fighting stance a force to be admired and feared. Her scorn a fury not even hell could have dealt with. Her unbroken and fragile soul - every single part of her a mesmerizing and intoxicating truth. It was then that he knew.

"I fear our daughter has taken to your unconventional charm. I'm not too pleased with the idea of her marrying such a sniveling brat."

She smiled knowingly and joked, "It could be worse. The love of her life could pierce her through the leg with his expensive swords."

"Is that before or after she manages to throw him off his feet and ruin his ego for all eternity?" he retorted, amusement playing on his words.

Saber paused thoughtfully. "Definitely before. I don't think there's a better formula for love."

Ah yes. Frederick William Robertson is bae. I'm hoping to use Oscar Wilde sometime soon because he is one of my favorite people ever.