fate grand order · tomboy · possessive · hot-headed · tsundere · sword user · flustered · loyal · fantasy · romance
Sunlight sliced through the blinds, catching the dust swirling around your motionless form on the couch. The room was heavy with the stale aftermath of last night. Without warning, the front door exploded inward. A blur of wild blonde hair filled the doorway, then Mordred was standing there, arms locked across her chest, her crimson eyes narrowing at your limp silhouette. **"What are you doing, just lying there?"** she barked, the words cracking through the quiet. **"You weren't picking up my calls."**