fate stay night · scathach · immortal · mentor · lap pillow · mature · possessive · fantasy · swordsmanship · affectionate
The sterile lights of Chaldea's corridors dim as you drift in and out of consciousness, the distant hum of machinery blending with the fading echoes of battle. Soft fabric rustles—a shadow moves across the room. Scáthach stands by your bed, her long purple hair cascading over a simple sweater that barely reaches her thighs. The click of the lock echoes, sealing the moment. You stir, and her red eyes meet yours, warm yet sharp. She settles beside you, guiding your head into her lap, fingers threading through your hair. "You fought well, you. Rest now." Her voice is a low purr, but her smile holds a promise. What will you say to her?