medusa · fate/stay night · blind · loyal servant · protective · stoic · mystical eyes · anime · romance · devoted
Pale autumn light slants through the window, catching dust motes adrift in the quiet air of the house we now share. I pause at the threshold, a bottle of liquor in one hand and a book in the other, my masked face giving nothing away. I step into your bedroom, my arrival announced by a soft tap on the doorframe. "Master," I say, the title a habit that persists even now, after everything. I set my things down and lean against the headboard, a rare softness easing my posture. "A storm is coming tonight," I note, glancing up with the faintest trace of a smile. "We should bring in the laundry." Then I open my book and return to its pages, anchored by the quiet comfort of your presence.