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[7-Sep-2007] [Fate/Stay Night] Moonlit Toast
Title: Moonlit Toast
Day/Theme: September 7 - "You look a little bit older, a little bit colder."
Series: Fate/Stay Night
Character/pairing: Rider, Rin
Rating: PG
Words: 591
Fate/stay night © TYPE-MOON / Kadokawa Shoten / Studio DEEN.
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Rider carefully turned another page of her copy of Shelley's Poetry and Prose as she listened to the sounds of Sakura's birthday party, slightly muffled by the shoji dividing the engawa from the Emiya household. Much as the chatter, clinking of table ware, and the soft sound of Sakura's laughter warmed her heart, she had never been comfortable around large groups of people. The tranquil scene of moonlight falling over the garden, bringing with it a near ethereal illumination, was soothing in a way Rider had developed a keen appreciation for long ago.
Behind her Rider heard the soft whisper of the shoji door sliding open and shut before Rin sat down next to her.
"Sake?" Rin asked, procuring a small bottle and two cups with a slightly mischievous smile. "I managed to save the best bottle from Taiga-she guzzles this stuff down like water."
Rider's eyes gleamed behind her glasses as she took a closer look at the label. Rin certainly wasn't exaggerating about the high quality of the sake. A fine bottle of Junmai Daiginjo-shu like the one the Servant was holding deserved to be imbibed with a certain amount of appreciation.
"Was a crowbar necessary?" Rider quipped dryly as she uncorked the bottle with a deft twist of her wrist, filling the two choko in one smooth motion.
Rin chuckled slightly as she graciously accepted the cup. "Only a small one."
There was a comfortable quiet between the two women as they partook of the rice wine. Finally, Rin set down her empty cup with a ceramic clink, casting a sideways glance at Rider.
"Sakura's going to wonder where you are soon, you know." The magus murmured as she refilled her cup.
"I know," Rider replied, eyes focused on the wavering moon reflected in her cup. "I just needed to clear my head for a bit." With a gentle breath, the violet-haired eirei drained what was left in the choko. "It's a little hard to believe it's already been five years since the Fifth Grail War."
There was a pause charged with tension, though Rider's hand was perfectly steady as she poured more sake.
"One wouldn't know it by looking at you, Rider."
Rider's lips twisted into something that wasn't a smile.
"No, they wouldn't. Not in five years, not in twenty, not in fifty." She downed the cup in one movement, unsurprised at how the sake that had rested so delicately on her tongue only a minute before now slid sourly down her throat. Rider had learned of the bitter tang of mortality very early on, and its taste was as familiar to her as the sensation of the wind roaring in her ears, of nailed daggers tightly clutched in her hands.
Rin sighed softly, holding out her own cup for more. Rider replenished it without a word.
"And what will you do, all those years from now, Rider? When all of us are dead and gone, and the Throne of Heroes calls you back?"
For the first time since the younger woman stepped onto the engawa, Rider looked her right in the face.
"Live every moment until that time comes to the fullest. That's all you really can do, in the end."
Rin briefly closed her eyes, something like regret flashing across her face, before it disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. The dark haired woman raised her choko slightly.
“I can toast to that,” she replied, cup clinking against Rider’s. “Kanpai.”
Day/Theme: September 7 - "You look a little bit older, a little bit colder."
Series: Fate/Stay Night
Character/pairing: Rider, Rin
Rating: PG
Words: 591
Fate/stay night © TYPE-MOON / Kadokawa Shoten / Studio DEEN.
Cross-posted to
fsn_fiction, 31_days and my personal lj.Rider carefully turned another page of her copy of Shelley's Poetry and Prose as she listened to the sounds of Sakura's birthday party, slightly muffled by the shoji dividing the engawa from the Emiya household. Much as the chatter, clinking of table ware, and the soft sound of Sakura's laughter warmed her heart, she had never been comfortable around large groups of people. The tranquil scene of moonlight falling over the garden, bringing with it a near ethereal illumination, was soothing in a way Rider had developed a keen appreciation for long ago.
Behind her Rider heard the soft whisper of the shoji door sliding open and shut before Rin sat down next to her.
"Sake?" Rin asked, procuring a small bottle and two cups with a slightly mischievous smile. "I managed to save the best bottle from Taiga-she guzzles this stuff down like water."
Rider's eyes gleamed behind her glasses as she took a closer look at the label. Rin certainly wasn't exaggerating about the high quality of the sake. A fine bottle of Junmai Daiginjo-shu like the one the Servant was holding deserved to be imbibed with a certain amount of appreciation.
"Was a crowbar necessary?" Rider quipped dryly as she uncorked the bottle with a deft twist of her wrist, filling the two choko in one smooth motion.
Rin chuckled slightly as she graciously accepted the cup. "Only a small one."
There was a comfortable quiet between the two women as they partook of the rice wine. Finally, Rin set down her empty cup with a ceramic clink, casting a sideways glance at Rider.
"Sakura's going to wonder where you are soon, you know." The magus murmured as she refilled her cup.
"I know," Rider replied, eyes focused on the wavering moon reflected in her cup. "I just needed to clear my head for a bit." With a gentle breath, the violet-haired eirei drained what was left in the choko. "It's a little hard to believe it's already been five years since the Fifth Grail War."
There was a pause charged with tension, though Rider's hand was perfectly steady as she poured more sake.
"One wouldn't know it by looking at you, Rider."
Rider's lips twisted into something that wasn't a smile.
"No, they wouldn't. Not in five years, not in twenty, not in fifty." She downed the cup in one movement, unsurprised at how the sake that had rested so delicately on her tongue only a minute before now slid sourly down her throat. Rider had learned of the bitter tang of mortality very early on, and its taste was as familiar to her as the sensation of the wind roaring in her ears, of nailed daggers tightly clutched in her hands.
Rin sighed softly, holding out her own cup for more. Rider replenished it without a word.
"And what will you do, all those years from now, Rider? When all of us are dead and gone, and the Throne of Heroes calls you back?"
For the first time since the younger woman stepped onto the engawa, Rider looked her right in the face.
"Live every moment until that time comes to the fullest. That's all you really can do, in the end."
Rin briefly closed her eyes, something like regret flashing across her face, before it disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. The dark haired woman raised her choko slightly.
“I can toast to that,” she replied, cup clinking against Rider’s. “Kanpai.”