[Sometimes, one is stranded in a different realm after an acutely distressing fight and receives a major injury from said conflict. And then one is taken to safety in a cave, where it's just their magical cloak and their very lush and very dangerous oni Servant to keep them company. The air smells of salt and is filled with the sounds of waves crashing against the cliffside where the cave is located.
The ground is dirtied by a trail of reddish dried blood and littered even more with strips of cloth, ripped up, smaller frayed pieces abandoned. There's a small fire that's been lit that separates the Servant from her Master, a small bit of warmth and light in the otherwise dreary dwelling.
Shuten-Douji sits cross-legged atop of her large sake vessel, slowly sipping from her cup. She sits. She waits. She drinks.
When he finally stirs, she raises a brow and speaks up to bring him back to the world of the living.]
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The ground is dirtied by a trail of reddish dried blood and littered even more with strips of cloth, ripped up, smaller frayed pieces abandoned. There's a small fire that's been lit that separates the Servant from her Master, a small bit of warmth and light in the otherwise dreary dwelling.
Shuten-Douji sits cross-legged atop of her large sake vessel, slowly sipping from her cup. She sits. She waits. She drinks.
When he finally stirs, she raises a brow and speaks up to bring him back to the world of the living.]
Mm? You're finally awake.