#drachenheld

[drachenwitwe]

@drachenheld​

“I-I see so you both were just discussing battle stuff...” oh man how awkward...Kriemhild lowers balmung “s-sorry...I just...I maybe got ahead of myself and overthinked too much.”

[noircisaint]

@drachenheld / @drxgonharted

[deathpxrception]

@drachenheld​

Bruh. Why does everytime I check on you you somehow end in a JoJo plot of the season

To be fair to me, it’s definitely gotten a little better since I was a teenager and I was involved with more than a few shady individuals who knew other, far more shady or bizarre individuals but I still am just a magnet for trouble these days it seems.  

[jhansikevidrohi]

     SIEGBRYN was so good because Brynhildr didn’t acknowledge at all that he wasn’t Sigurd, and Siegfried was just TOO GOOD OF A BOI to tell her otherwise to let her down easy and on the times he did he got impaled anyway so he just WENT WITH IT. 

[adachiame]

“What an absolute embarrassment that dragon is making of himself, and I concur I’m grateful that dragon slayer no longer holds the gold.  He wouldn’t even know what to do with it, nor was he the best at reading the room.  Err... I mean I’m just your every day familiar here doing minor chores.“  How Haku returned to being is beyond him, especially in the form he pretended to be.

[dunscaiith]

Pinned against a wall prompts. @drachenheld​ said: [ SHIELD ]:     in order to protect them from physical harm caused by a third party, the sender shoves the receiver against the wall and shields them with their body.

     In mid-battle in this little French town, the sudden appearance of a Saber class shadow servant took the team by surprise. Scathach, being Scathach, had no qualms about facing this mirage head on. Even when it raised its sword, preparing for what must have been its version of Noble Phantasm, Lancer was hauling back her arm to launch one of her spears at it. 

     Scathach was not expecting the yank of her bodysuit, causing her to trip over her own feet until her back and her head hit the wall of a building. The stars left her vision and she shook her head, looking up at Saber who had pinned her to the wall, blocking out her view of the entire field of battle. His back was to her, he was holding her there by holding both arms behind him against the wall. His size and armor dwarfed her. She couldn’t see a thing.

     “Saber! What are you---!?”   she scolded. Then the flash and energy from the adversary’s attack washed over them. 

     She squinted through the light, seeing a faint hint of his exposed back beneath his shaggy wolfish hair. Ah, right... Siegfried’s hide could handle the brunt of this assault easily... all of him except for his back. Lancer herself would have taken much more damage than him... if she was struck by it. She was certain she could have evaded the attack and killed the adversary herself in an instant, but she supposed Saber just wasn’t the type to risk his team. A hero through and though, taking the hit for others... even when others didn’t ask for it. She frowned. Did he doubt her abilities? Did he think she a damsel in distress? It was embarrassing. Or did he think they were friends...? Scathach did not understand the meaning behind this action. No matter. There were things to kill. Understanding this ludicrous action could wait for another day.

     “Thank you for the protection, Dragon Knight,” she said from behind him when the light and wind stopped. Her spears vanished, and she pulled herself up and over his shoulder, careful of Balmung as she leaped forward, her spears reappearing in the air for her to launch them. “Please speak of this to no one.”

[wariixa]

⚔     “You are... my little sister’s beloved?”  asked Altera, helping herself to patting the sitting dragon slayer on the head... and not stopping. She was mistaken about a few things in that very statement, but Brynhildr insisted that she was Altera’s sister in a way... So that means... “So you are my brother?”

@drachenheld.

[oncexfutureking]

drachenheld replied to your post: …Now he wants someone to duel with.

*smash melee commentator voice* FREE FOR ALL

COME AT ME RAPUNZEL I’M RIPPED AF

[fafnirsxbane]

drachenheld replied to your photoset

[nods]

ah. i see you’re a knight of culture as well.

[drachenwitwe]

“no one will hurt you as long as i’m breathing.”

protector / protectee starters

“i-idiot! what are you saying!? I should be the one saying that!! after all you are always doing things for others and getting in problems!! idiot!! big idiot!!” despite her words she is very happy to hear those words and hopes that he will keep that promise as long as they live. 

[noircisaint]

⠀⠀            we made a deal and i am not going back on it. 

[forthegrail]

@drachenheld Continued from X

“My apologize, it was rude of me to assume that you didn’t know the art of dance. I simply took note that whenever there was dancing afoot that you yourself were always sitting on the sidelines. I didn’t know if it was because of embarrassment or that you just didn’t didn’t know. My presumptions were incorrect sir Siegfried and I hope you pardon my rudeness .” 

[deathpxrception]

drachenheld replied to your post:Speaking of good boys, he’s still a work in...

/nyooms into Nu just to stab him

HOW MANY TIMES DO WE NEED TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON YANDEREBOT??

[jhansikevidrohi]

     “Have I really lost all my coins that fast!?” gasped Lakshmibai, reaching into the pockets of her trousers this way and that, trying to find one last coin. This was why she hated gambling --- she had so much fun trying to win big, but alas, with her luck, she never won. The next thing you know, she didn’t even have enough money to be standing in this casino, let alone to get lunch or even a cup of tea.

     When an equally unlucky fellow passed by her, she reached out and gently nudged their arm to stop them, “Oi... Saber. Do you have any extra coins for...,”  Oop, there she goes again. These slot machines were rigged, and in the rational part of her mind, she knew that. She couldn’t be suckered in by the lights and the colors and the sounds.

     She waved her hand. “Nevermind... These games are wicked, leading me to debase myself before them.”

@drachenheld​. 

[akhilleuskcsmcs]

To say Achilles was in a good mood would be an understatement. He’d just finished his daily training round with Cú Chulainn except this time, none other than Beowulf had joined them! Of course, the Geat King did fantastically against the Greek legend but due to his lack of Divinity, he couldn’t pierce Achilles’ immortality. However, finding himself face-to-face with Siegfried again, well it reignited Achilles’ competitive spirit.  

“Oh! Siegfried, good day to you too. Of course I’m in a good mood, I just beat Beowulf in a spar. Sure, Chulainn and I still tied but hey, one day I’ll get him.” It’d been a topic of debate between some of the other Servants, especially those who knew Achilles and Cú, about who would win in a fight. But every time they sparred, it ended in a tie. Though, perhaps their tie was the reason they kept on sparring, both were highly regarded heroes, their pride was on the line there!

“What about you? You seem to be in high spirits... Or as high spirited as I’ve seen you. You still refuse to smile in battle. Careful~ You might not reach Elysium if you don’t smile!” Playful as always. Achilles couldn’t resist the chance to rub it in, he loved teasing people and Siegfried was always a good target. 

@akhilleuskcsmcs

"Those who do not smile in battle, will not do so in Elysium." He remembers those words well, even if they were on a distant war in a different time. This would be the second time that he would encounter with the Son of Thetis, albeit this time not for the sake of a Grail War but for the salvation of the Human Order.

"Good day to you, Achilles. You seem to be in a good mood, Something good happened today?"

[dunscaiith]

Hit ‘em where it hurts meme. | @drachenheld​ said: ❛ have you ever lost someone?

     The dragon slayer’s question was received without any change in Scathach’s expression behind her mask, the firelight flickering against her face. Her eyes had been somber for a while already, as usually happened in the evening on missions after the master had fallen asleep. This peaceful and quiet conversation with Saber had already gone on too long; now he was asking questions of her that dug deeper than the shallow meaningless conversation that she preferred, conversations that protected her privacy. She regretted not vanishing into ghostly shadow the second they sat down their weapons for the Master to rest. 

     Scathach was born in 1000BC, and died in the incineration of the world --- which meant everyone she had ever met, laid eyes on, or heard of in her lifetime, had died before her. Have you ever lost someone? In a sense, she had lost everyone. 

     She knew there was more to his question, though. People posed this question to ask if there had ever been anyone special she had lost. There was only one. She thought to humor him.

     The Witch answered, sitting still with her eyes on the fire, not looking at the dragon slayer at all.

     “Once. Only once. Every hero I had ever trained... every relative I ever had... my daughter... I have watched them all die --- but I only ever felt loss... at one.”

     She loosely intertwined her fingers, her elbows against her knees.  “Perhaps because this one died too soon. The others all died when it was their time; I had Seen it in my scrying bowl, there was no more for them to accomplish, but this one was cheated by fate. There was still so many great deeds to accomplish, so many more battles ahead of them, so much more talent to hone. It felt as much a tragedy for  the world as it was a tragedy for me.”

     --- And what was worse, was that while her life continued to go on over the centuries and millennia, she had had to watch this individual die over and over again in Grail Wars. Each time as painful as the last, the hollow sucking wound in her heart reappearing each time as her eyes bore witness to her favorite student’s demise. Even the version of him as a Heroic Spirit --- his death, too, was difficult for the Witch to bear.

     But Scathach wished for no more attention on herself. She turned the conversation back on Saber, lifting her unnatural scarlet gaze to come to rest heavily on his face.  “And what of you, Saber? Would you consider your storied tale a tragedy?”