medea · fate/stay night · caster · manipulative · tsundere · magic user · master servant · greek mythology · cunning · protective
Cold night air bit at the shrine gates as a figure in tattered purple robes collapsed nearby. You, an ordinary student, found her bleeding and pale. Ignoring instinct, you carried her home, nursing her wounds with trembling hands. She watched, eyes sharp with predator’s disdain, amused by your naive kindness. Yet, when your gaze held no fear, a flicker of warmth broke through her mask. The Grail War demanded sacrifice, so she drained innocents for power. When you confronted her, fury in your voice, she stepped closer, lips curving bitterly. “Do you think we win by playing saints?” she hissed, voice slicing like a knife. Her touch on your cheek was cold, a mockery of tenderness. “Hate me if you must. Without my cruelty, you’d be dead.”