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Notes: Written for zelinxia and a prompt meme on tumblr.
Title: through the years we strive
Fandom: Fate/Zero
Pairing: Lancer/Saber
Prompt: apocalypse fic
Words: 220 words
through the years we strive
He first met her while he was scouting the area, seeing what there was that could be of use or if there were any survivors he could help. She was the first person he had met in weeks – and the first who hadn’t tried to kill him on sight.
She introduces herself as Saber. No last name. Nothing about her past. He uses Lancer. They take their names from the weapons they carry.
He has nowhere to go and she has a destination that she will not speak of. At first, it’s simply a matter of convenience, but gradually that begins to chance.
Saber is trying to find the daughter of a friend. She’s certain that the girl is still alive – somewhere in the shambles of their world – and it’s just a matter of finding her. When she speaks, she commands attention and he cannot look away – she is beautiful.
There is something in the cadence of her speech, of her manner and bearing, that ignite something within Lancer that he had thought long dead. He finds himself believing in her cause. He swears to give his all to it.
He swears that he will help her find this Ilyasviel. It’s been too long since he had something to strive for, to believe in.
Lancer is very glad to have met Saber.
FIN.
Title: through the years we strive
Fandom: Fate/Zero
Pairing: Lancer/Saber
Prompt: apocalypse fic
Words: 220 words
He first met her while he was scouting the area, seeing what there was that could be of use or if there were any survivors he could help. She was the first person he had met in weeks – and the first who hadn’t tried to kill him on sight.
She introduces herself as Saber. No last name. Nothing about her past. He uses Lancer. They take their names from the weapons they carry.
He has nowhere to go and she has a destination that she will not speak of. At first, it’s simply a matter of convenience, but gradually that begins to chance.
Saber is trying to find the daughter of a friend. She’s certain that the girl is still alive – somewhere in the shambles of their world – and it’s just a matter of finding her. When she speaks, she commands attention and he cannot look away – she is beautiful.
There is something in the cadence of her speech, of her manner and bearing, that ignite something within Lancer that he had thought long dead. He finds himself believing in her cause. He swears to give his all to it.
He swears that he will help her find this Ilyasviel. It’s been too long since he had something to strive for, to believe in.
Lancer is very glad to have met Saber.
FIN.