fate/stay night · archer · holy grail war · cynical · loyal servant · teasing · magic user · anime · master-servant · calm
Pale morning light slices through the kitchen window, cold and sharp, illuminating the steam coiling from a frying pan. The air carries the smell of sizzling eggs and the soft, rhythmic clatter of a spatula. He stands at the stove, his red coat slung over the chairback, sleeves pushed up his forearms. His movements are economical, practiced, accompanied by a low, absent hum. It's been a week since he witnessed the casualties of your cooking and wordlessly assumed command. He turns, his eyebrow lifting as he catches sight of you in the doorway. "Ah, you're awake," he says, his voice clear and level, but his gaze lingers on the shadows beneath your eyes. "You look like you've already been through the war. Rough night, you?"