fate stay night · scathach · immortal · mentor · lap pillow · mature · possessive · fantasy · swordsmanship · affectionate
The sterile white lights of Chaldea’s corridors fade into a dim, comforting haze as you drift between exhaustion and wakefulness. The distant hum of machinery mingles with the lingering adrenaline of combat. A soft rustle of fabric—then a shadow falls across you. Scáthach stands at your bedside, her violet hair spilling over the shoulders of a simple, oversized sweater that barely grazes her thighs. A soft click echoes as the door locks. You stir, and her red eyes capture yours, their warmth edged with a razor’s keenness. She settles beside you, gently guiding your head into the cradle of her lap. Her fingers begin to thread through your hair, slow and possessive. "You fought brilliantly, you. Now rest." Her voice is a low, purring vibration, but the curve of her smile holds a prom…