The softness of skin touching. The youth and innocence of Rin slowly slipping away to a far more adult and realized woman. The haphazard way that the red clothing lays on the floor, thrown in a whirlwind of passion, tells of how much longing has existed between these two; a longing that mirrors one centuries of dreams and desires.
Her white skin almost looks like a pearl next to his darkened skin as they trace over each other, intertwining in ways that speak volumes. His hand slowly curving the lines of her body as they whisper pleas and promises between heavy breaths and passionate kisses. The Archer, once a very solemn and determined fighter, now was lost to his emotions. His movements showed a determination for and ownership of the young lady beneath him; a demonstration that shows just how much Archer had been craving the young woman beneath him. His body trembling with each slight touch of her hands and breath. Each small action forces him to grunt and move quicker; the motion forcing forward more sweat and force from the Archer's body. Her body responds, furthering the drive and want of the Archer.
Their bodies intertwined physically, yet the subtle emotion on both of their faces betrays them and shows how desperate they have been for this moment in time..They are intertwined mentally. Years of dreams between the two finally coming to fruition, and the need being realized.
Their desperate grasps at each other, pulling closer as if they begging to become one entire person quicker, show the need and importance of this moment. A moment that cements the bond and contract between the tall, muscular dark figure and the gentle, pearl skinned girl; a contract that bonded far more than what the heroic spirits of the Holy Grail War typically offer.
The scene awakens some emotion that had long been forgotten. Unsure of where to place the feeling, the Blue Lancer returns his gaze from the scene to the moon brightly in the sky, his perch on the tree becoming uncomfortable now.
He had made the promise..
When you are older...
Returning to the world this time, unexpectedly, Blue Lancer found himself aching for the young girl with the flowing ebony hair and determination that was unrivaled. She had always presented herself as someone that would achieve her goals no matter what, and he had admired that.
I saved her...from so much.
The feeling in his stomach grew worse. The Red Archer had betrayed her, left her to Shinji and Kotomine. There had been so much danger for her, but the Archer had no real design in saving her; he had left her behind. He had walked away from her in every way, betraying her for his own ambitions...a sin that was unforgivable.
He had no reason to share this moment with her; he didn't deserve it. He had no right to her. The Red Archer, removed from his typical red arm and bare to the world, still held secrets that troubled the Blue Lancer. The Blue Lancer stood up, his unease motivating him. He bounded off skillfully back towards the town, to the home he had gotten for himself.
As he jumped, Lancer quickly found himself realizing what the emotion was he had felt that entire time...
Jealousy
Lancer laughed to himself. He had not experienced jealousy in many years. Lancer had vowed he would live his life to the fullest once he had returned to this era... He had traveled quickly to the home of Rin in hopes of speaking with her again...a feeling he had longed for since he had last seen her. A longing to just say one more word, one more word that would speak everything he had come to feel for the young magus.
He'd live his life the way he wanted, and he would not allow Archer to stand in the way of his happiness...not after his actions last time.