True Magician (FatexDxD)

Emiya's residence.

I woke to the feeling of someone's gaze and breath on my face, and I opened my eyes, sighed tiredly, then closed them.

- Why this tired sigh, husband? - snidely asked the person to whom both the breath and the look belonged - You don't like what I'm doing?

- It's just that this situation bears a striking resemblance to the one tonight, and I don't know what I should expect from you now, Your Majesty.

Now, just like that night, Morgan loomed over me, resting her hands on the bed. I don't know if this will develop into a habit, but I'd hate to wake up to a relatively unruly and powerful person watching me sleeping intently.

- Oh? So did you enjoy what followed, husband? - She asked in a teasing tone with a dash of sensuality - Would you like more?

- Honestly, I don't know.

- Hmmm... You're not lying. And I find that very strange. - Morgan rumbled thoughtfully and sat down on my stomach, straightening her back.

The view from my angle was... quite seductive, to say the least. Her particular dress, which exposed a lot of skin, stirred the imagination. At the same time, it did not make its owner too vulgar or immoral, but rather gave her a kind of charm and sensuality.

It contrasted well with Morgan's pale skin, her silver hair, and her clear gray-blue eyes. If it had been me, I doubt he would have been able to contain himself. And yes, of course she noticed my gaze, to which she smiled contentedly and arrogantly.

- That kiss was very unexpected, Your Majesty, and I was, to say the least, too confused to realize it.

- Oh? Is that how it was?

And as soon as the last word was out of her mouth, Morgan leaned forward sharply and pressed her lips to mine, giving me a deep French kiss.

Like last time, I wasn't ready for it, but after a couple seconds I came to my senses and returned it, to which Morgan made a satisfied face. The difference between her kiss and the one Tia and I had had felt very good.

It felt aggressive and superior, and the closest comparison I can think of is war, where there are only two choices: submission or annihilation. I can't say I outright dislike it, but Tia would be preferable. With the latter I feel a closeness and sincerity, which in this case, although present, is not enough.

She broke the kiss after a while, forming a thin, transparent thread between our mouths that stretched from her tongue to mine, and, of course, she smiled wickedly.

- Well, did you like it, husband?

- Quite... not bad," I mumbled thoughtfully, to which she made a smug face, "But if you add sincerity, it will be better.

- You're very brave to say something like that to me," Morgan smirked, then got up from the bed and took my hand in hers, "Let's go. Our walk awaits.

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An unknown place.

As it turned out, I'd been asleep for quite a while, judging by the shining stars and the full moon casting its light all around.

Morgan led us to a small lake surrounded by a dense green forest. Birds were singing, white puffy clouds floated slowly across the sky, and the air smelled of flowers and fresh dew.

For some reason, however, there were no fish or other aquatic creatures in the lake. The water itself was strangely crystal clear, and I couldn't see the bottom.

However, this was relatively understandable, as the aura that permeated the place was 'natural'. That was the word that fully described what I was feeling at the moment. Nature, no, it was as if the planet was breathing fully here, in this very place. I would even call it sacred to her. And for me? A slight discomfort, I suppose. The closest thing I can compare its level to is if I was less than welcome as a guest, but not so much that I was instantly chased away. Unwelcome guest, in short.

- Husband, if you would be so kind. - I heard Morgan's voice and turned to see her holding a small basket with something in it.

It wasn't clear to me exactly what she wanted, but a picnic in the most common sense was a possible assumption, given the basket in her hand. Well, let's see if my assumption is correct.

With a wave of her hand, a small plaid of a soft shade of blue appeared before us, along with a glass and bottle of wine, Morgan's preference.

It came as no surprise that her taste is matched only by wine whose grapes are grown exclusively in the British Isles. However, this also applies to the winemaking technology and care of raw materials. And the price for one bottle, of course, is corresponding.

In any case, my assumptions were confirmed, as Morgan nodded briefly and sat down exquisitely on the plaid, placing the basket slightly in front of her. She then patted the one beside her, urging me to sit down, which I did.

I am sure that if someone were to look at us from the side, they would be absolutely sure that we were either newlyweds or almost so. Our shoulders were almost touching each other, and the untouched human landscape was in full view before us.

We watched in complete silence for a while, until Morgan opened the basket and pulled out... a burger, the same one I'd ordered at McDonald's that one time. And, of course, she ignored my raised eyebrow at the odd food choice.

- I guess you're hungry," she held it out to me and said, "Here. You were quite happy with this... burger that time, so I decided to get these.

I accepted it silently and began to chew, glancing furtively at Morgan, who was watching me.

This whole situation was too weird. The whole thing, the whole place, the whole thing. Morgan took the initiative and chose the place, which I honestly didn't expect. Nor that she was attentive enough to even remember what the burger was last time. The only thing I could think of was to just go with the flow and act on automatic, which was what I was doing now. Morgan, on the other hand, was just staring at me and, I thought, waiting for something. But for the life of me, I couldn't figure out why.

A while passed, and half the burger in my hand was already eaten. At one point, Morgan reached over to me, holding a napkin, and began gently wiping the edge of my mouth without breaking eye contact. And it was at that exact moment that I froze.

Morgan Le Fay herself is wiping sauce off my face? What? I'm awake, right?

- Hmm..." she mumbled thoughtfully as I was overcome with doubt, "I'm feeling very strange. Like I'm taking care of a baby. I can't say I don't like it, but it doesn't stop being weird. I wonder...

- What about your fairy knights? - Coming out of my stupor, I asked - Didn't you take care of them in a similar way?

- No. They usually did everything themselves, sometimes coming to me to talk or visit," Morgan shook her head and, pulling back, poured some wine into her glass, "They were careful not to let me see them in a bad way.

- Kind of sad, I'd say. In families, it's usually the norm to show all facets of yourself, no matter how silly or ridiculous it looks.

- I suppose it is for humans," she said calmly and took a sip, and I finished the rest. "Do you think, husband, if we'd met earlier, when I was still trying to do what the planet wanted, I would have succeeded? Would I be the person I am now?

I raised an eyebrow.

A very odd question considering her personality and history. She's driven and straightforward like Gil, and wouldn't have given much thought to the past. It was a trait more suited to Artoria Caster than her.

- Does it matter? - I asked, to which I received a surprised look from Morgan-"What's happened is happened. There's no point in wondering "what if", you just move on. But if you're so interested in my answer, I think it would have worked out the same way. Just would have had a happier ending, I think.

- Wouldn't it?

- You know very well my position. I'm always in favor of choice, no matter what the consequences," I grinned. "Honestly, if I were you, I'd... Hmm... I think I'd try it once, but after I failed, I'd give up and wonder if I needed it. Not for the planet, not for people, not for fairies, but for me. There's a reason they say, "To be selfish is to be happy," right, Your Majesty?

- Even if it's a human saying, I can't say I don't like it," she said and smiled. It wasn't a grin or a smirk, but a smile. Pure and genuine - Morgan.

- What?

- Address me by my first name, not 'Your Majesty,'" she said, almost commanding, 'We are 'husband' and 'wife,' not 'queen' and her 'consort.

Now I was staring at her in surprise.

I don't know what the hell had gotten into her, but the way she said that last sentence... She's talking about recognizing me as her equal... I don't know what to say, to be honest.

- Whatever you say, Morgan. - I mumbled practically under my breath, to which she nodded contentedly.

- Now, husband, I suggest we enjoy our meal. Looking at you, I have an appetite.

- Is one basket enough for us? I've heard somewhere that Artoria's appetite is hereditary.

- You might not have mentioned my dearest sister, husband," she said irritably, "And that's slander. How can you compare me to that black hole of a stomach without a drop of refinement?

- Mo-chan is the same, isn't she? - I smirked, to which Morgan extended her arm sideways, where her glowing axe staff appeared - Okay, okay, I'll shut up.

Wow, she didn't try to hit with it, just threatened. Nice change.

I took another burger and looked up at the star-filled sky.

I never thought I'd say this, but this evening with Morgan had turned out to be...nice. Definitely.

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