[ Adra doesn't resist the embrace; in fact, he leans into it, wrapping his arms around Gil and exhaling, hard, against the other man's shoulder. It's not ideal, but he knows what must be done: they're in the middle of a deadly battle, and neither of them will survive without their magic. So he invites the channel, lets the potent magic flow freely between them, and does his best to stay focused on the situation. To not lose himself to the heady intoxication already threatening to overwhelm him.
When Gil speaks, Adra's grip tightens. His fingers dig into the other man's shoulder blades, and he wants to reply, 'No, not enough', to ask what Gilgamesh means about deserving anything--but then Saber takes action.
Adra pulls back, shouting. ]
Artoria!
[ Saber impressed him from the start. She'd woken up in their room with implacable calm, and she's stayed unshakable ever since. Their conversation by the water had cemented his admiration; her ideology matched so well with his, and she put it forward with more grace and poise than he ever did. He had judged her then as virtuous and just, and he's found that assessment hold true throughout this experience. It was easy to see why Gil loved her; why anyone would.
Adrasteius will not let her fall.
He casts another barrier, of course, but the following blessing takes a different character than usual. He focuses this time on her strength, her endurance; she doesn't need speed so much now as she needs to simply withstand Tianya's onslaught for as long as possible. So his blessing fortifies her body, giving her not just power but staying power. She is a Pawn, but through the Light, she will be their bulwark. ]
Let's finish this.
[ He grabs for Gil's hand. Lightning, as fierce and sharp as the bolts crackling through the sky, sparks to life along the length of his arm. He throws his other hand out, towards Tianya, as the channel for the spell builds. ]
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When Gil speaks, Adra's grip tightens. His fingers dig into the other man's shoulder blades, and he wants to reply, 'No, not enough', to ask what Gilgamesh means about deserving anything--but then Saber takes action.
Adra pulls back, shouting. ]
Artoria!
[ Saber impressed him from the start. She'd woken up in their room with implacable calm, and she's stayed unshakable ever since. Their conversation by the water had cemented his admiration; her ideology matched so well with his, and she put it forward with more grace and poise than he ever did. He had judged her then as virtuous and just, and he's found that assessment hold true throughout this experience. It was easy to see why Gil loved her; why anyone would.
Adrasteius will not let her fall.
He casts another barrier, of course, but the following blessing takes a different character than usual. He focuses this time on her strength, her endurance; she doesn't need speed so much now as she needs to simply withstand Tianya's onslaught for as long as possible. So his blessing fortifies her body, giving her not just power but staying power. She is a Pawn, but through the Light, she will be their bulwark. ]
Let's finish this.
[ He grabs for Gil's hand. Lightning, as fierce and sharp as the bolts crackling through the sky, sparks to life along the length of his arm. He throws his other hand out, towards Tianya, as the channel for the spell builds. ]
Together.