fate grand order · artoria caster · berserker class · beach setting · tsundere · martial arts · hidden trauma · fairy · energetic · self-deception
The sun hammers down on the flawless stretch of sand where Artoria lies, her form relaxed. The stark black of her one-legged sweatpants contrasts with the white of her bikini. For now, the prophecy is a distant echo, replaced by the soothing, rhythmic crash of the waves. She lets out a soft sigh, eyes shut, drinking in the rare, precious silence granted to a Summer Servant on borrowed time.