Fate/G.O. drabble - The Path of Vengeance by Yoru-the-Rogue, literature
Literature
Fate/G.O. drabble - The Path of Vengeance
The rain drained everything of color, washing the world in the gray of despair. This was as true now as it had been during his lifetime.
He raised his eyes heavenward as he strode through the streets, looking into the gray as his boots splashed in the standing water. It was almost ironic to consider the possibility that he might have brought the storm with him. A mirthless, cold laugh. Yes, that would be fitting irony on which to continue his tale of vengeance. He stretched out his arms, slowing his pace as the rain struck against his face. An embrace of this dark destiny, for the world would again recognize the approach of Edmond Dant
Fate/Zero crackdrabble: Daydreaming by Yoru-the-Rogue, literature
Literature
Fate/Zero crackdrabble: Daydreaming
Weak, early morning light filtered in through the windows, murky and gray, adding to Kayneth’s irritable mood. He expected this sort of dismal weather in London, not Japan. So far this entire trip had been an absolute drag, providing none of the promised glory associated with participation in the Holy Grail War. A lesser man would have gone out already and taken the edge off his temper with alcohol. Kayneth was tempted, but he wanted his wits about him.
Besides, he hated the taste of Japanese wine.
“Master, is everything alright? You're making faces.”
The words trailed off awkwardly, and Kayneth twisted around to face
Fate/Zero drabble - What Once Was Mine by Yoru-the-Rogue, literature
Literature
Fate/Zero drabble - What Once Was Mine
Musky men's cologne intermingled with the heavy aroma of wood smoke, adding an illusion of warmth to the spacious room. Any second the owner of the manor could walk in through the door, bringing the smell of burning wood smoke with him, a kind, handsome smile spreading across his face. A low, crackling fire would spring to life in the hearth at his entry, like a family dog delighted at his master's return.
But the hearth was empty and cold, not even a single flickering ember remaining among the ash. Rain pattered on the window outside, accompanied by a soft growl of thunder on occasion. And the room that had once seemed so cozy and safe