#mirckel

[fakepriest]

@mirckel​​

Despite the mortification and embarrassment Illyasviel had gone through because of Kirei, she wanted to celebrate his birthday properly. With this determination she went through all her options for the day: material goods were not an option - she doubted he would particularly care for anything, so food was left as the only option she could come up with. Mapo was the first option, but it was too simple. She wanted to mix things up for once - after all that was something she had already made him once. Still nearly a beginner in everything cooking, Illyasviel decided to make something she knew to make properly.

When the day came, she made sure to bring in the required ingredients and make the food for Kirei in his home. It was simple to make, didn't take too long, even with heating up a spicier ready-made sauce she had gotten from Shirou.

Perhaps the kitchen had become a mess of various dirty dishes and food stains in the process, but Illyasviel still proudly offered the birthday meal to Kirei. Käsespätzle - a cheesy noodle dish, and on the side a reheated sauce on another dish.

"Alles Gute zum Geburtstag!" All the best on your birthday. With a grin wide on her face, she sat down on an empty chair to also enjoy the meal - completely ready to eat everything would Kirei not care for the taste. "Is that grey hair I see? Perhaps the old age is getting to you. We will be matching soon this way." Continuing with teasing remarks, she kept the air light so as not to think of the severity of her actions on this day.

All he would need with white hair would be red eyes to look almost related to her.

Celebrating the morning mass and then taking care of various tasks around the church always occupies quite a few hours of his schedule, something which Kirei often welcomes as a sort of distraction, most of all on such a day; so much so that before realising it, the bells are already ringing to signal midday’s arrival. In a very mechanical and disinterested way, the priest thus decides it is time to get started on lunch preparations--something simple and inexpensive, as per usual.

But, as he steps into the kitchen, the man quickly understands that such a thing will not be possible, seeing as someone else has other plans for the day.

“It seems that announcing one’s presence has gone out of fashion amongst disrespectful children.”

While the Einzbern mage being in his church (and his living quarters, to his dismay--for reasons that shall soon become clear) is nothing new, but rather a routine that they seem to have almost settled into, these little ‘surprise visits’ of hers truly need to be reduced if not outright stopped. 

Just like last year, the first thing that catches the priest’s attention is the absolute chaos that has taken over his entire kitchen: an already small and cramped space for someone his height has now become even worse, what with his few utensils strewn all over the table and counter (is that a red stain on a white wall?) along with bowls that were clearly victims of the child’s... eagerness.

Heaving a sigh, he sits opposite to Illyasviel, fixing the placement of the dishes and the cutlery, and then pours some water for them both.

“Hmm, I fear I may not be quite so fluent in German.” nor very knowledgeable on their dishes, in truth--although he believes these to be spätzle, something he remembers seeing in Italy as well.

“You have gone through quite a bit of trouble for my sake. How moving.”

Her teasing remark on his hair is merely met with a raised brow, showing that the implication does not impact him as much as it would most people; in fact, it is quite the wonder that he even made it to an age where grey hair start appearing to begin with.

“Indeed? Have you considered dyeing your hair instead, if you so desperately wish to match?”

Between one remark and another, there are much worse ways of spending his lunch break, he supposes.

And, just like last year, he shall take extreme joy in seeing her annoyed expression at being unceremoniously told to clean it all up.

happy birthday kirei! 5/5

[fragmentm]

#FRAGMENTM; independent, mutuals-only, attempt at a multi-fandom multimuse.penned by mellu ( 25 + ; she / him ; from northern europe ). this blog is low activity. muses are usually headcanon / history based, so please check the bio before interacting. knowledge of any of the series the muses are from is not needed for interactions - don't hesitate to follow!

prev. somnim & mirckel ! to make the ends meet i do icon commissions + sell icons i’ve made over at @animerpicons & for hit rp musings i throw out on the occasion check out @lily-musings

CARRD

[cantillat-moved]

@mirckel​ [text]: Get bell soon [text]: Wet* [text]: Wep* [text]: forget it [text]: brother you can just die

ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛᴇᴅ sɪʙʟɪɴɢ ʟᴏᴠᴇ

[ᴛxᴛ] Gee thanks [ᴛxᴛ] I cut my finger messing with junk [ᴛxᴛ] Not got gutted by Berserker [ᴛxᴛ] It is so good to know you care [ᴛxᴛ] btw I made cookies

[lyriccl]

“Man, Skadi sure seems scary... though I suppose you would know better than anyone, Illya.”

@mirckel​

[mirckel]

tag fix

[hearthflown]

@fakepriest​ @mirckel​ GIVE IT UP FOR ANOTHER B99 BAD EDIT BY ME

[priismata-a]

“...Why I’m on my annoying younger self’s blog is a mystery. But I suppose I can play along with her for a day.”

@mirckel​

[theabyssalmuses-archived]

kicks gilgamesh

“To think- that Einzbern doll would have the audacity to kick me, the great king of heroes, from her MageCraft Server. This shall not go unpunished- I was almost finished with my giant Enkidu statue. Hmph!”  

[fakepriest]

@mirckel​

With a familiar voice coming from behind the corner, Illyasviel waited until the other party left before approaching Kirei. Ready to cause "mischief" as the older man called her actions with a spring in her step, she stilled upon seeing the figure. With a blink of an eye the gears in her head turned as she recognized that, indeed, he was still Kirei- just different. A new ascension then.

"What? A new look to represent your age?" Illyasviel started with a grin on her face, still processing the new look. It wasn't a bad look on him, she actually noted. Though something of it seemed familiar. Ah. "You would easily now pass as a---" the phrase dying on her lips as she remembered something.

Had she not thought that he was simply red eyes short of truly passing as her father? Now he even had the fully white hair as well. He looks like an Einzbern homunculi. Though she was no longer alone, nor was he stuck having to humor her antics while dealing with everything else, the feeling still struck her.

She knew him better than her own father. She was closer to him than her own father.

"Ah." What had she been thinking? She couldn't confess anything of the sort to Kirei, despite a part of her wanting to after what had happened the previous time she had confessed something so major. "I simply meant that you truly do look like an old man now." Trailing off with a weak laughter, Illyasviel looked away.

He was also one of the few that even recognized her, remembered who she was. Was it really so bad to feel this way?

Considering the amount of servants present at all times, it is not surprising in the least that they still had not run into each other until now--moreover, he sincerely doubts any of their old mutual acquaintainces, such as Emiya himself, would have notified either of them about the other’s presence. Perhaps they wanted the little homunculus to have nothing to do with him. How endearing.

“Hoh, if it is not the Einzbern master--”

Kirei certainly was expecting much more wariness, perhaps even hostility from her, not... whatever this is. He has always known about how lonely she had been in life, how she had clung to her beloved big brother throughout its last part. But certainly not to him.

Therefore, he simply cannot not understand the evident affection and longing in her eyes--not because of his nature, but because their interactions had been extremely limited throughout the entirety of the Holy Grail War.

The boy had not managed to achieve his goal in time, and relief and a delirious joy had poured over the priest’s wounded figure in the form of the grail’s corruption, of Angra Mainyu’s very essence--washing away his regrets and his anguish along with everything else in its path.

The answer at the end of it all had cost everyone else their lives. In that moment, nothing else mattered, his long obsession of thirty-six years coming to fruition.

“What a disgraceful way of greeting me after such a long time, Illyasviel. Should we not rejoice in this unexpected reunion?”

While his words might be filled with teasing, the gaze that accompanies them remains devoid of whatever it is that she was expecting to see in it.

[everemore]

@mirckel​

“Miss Caster? Is there something you need?” If there were any servants who managed to grab her attention almost instantaneously, it were the servants who resembled children. 

[cantillat-moved]

It wasn’t his fault that the winter fairy was smol and easily teased. Can her short little legs even reach him?  ❝ Oho? I see you got the scary expression right.❞

[hearthhearted-a]

@mirckel​

PUTRID MEAT PUPPET

[adulescensimitor]

[my-calamity]

@mirckel​ liked for a starter!

Abigail stared a bit at the white haired girl. The white hair reminded her of a friend of her’s who had a similar hair color. She bet Lavina would find it curious and interesting that someone else has such a shade of hair color! The girl’s eyes were also an unusual color too and she seemed dressed for winter despite the weather getting warmer lately! Becoming more curious about the girl the young servant started to head towards Illya with a bit of a skip to her step.

“Hey hey, missss whys your hair white? and and your eyes red? And why’re you dressed warmly, are you going somewhere with snow? Can Abi come? Abi likes snow!”

[hearthflown]

@mirckel​

An enraged roar rings out, prompting a series of groans and complaints. The Archer cares not, already opening his gate to fire a volley in return. “Putrid meat puppet! I see you do not tire of facing my wrath!”

[ignited-desire]

@mirckel​

“My my, so this is the so called vessel of the Holy Grail. Just as I thought, it really is thoroughly uninteresting. To begin with, why is it in such a shape? Is the idea that no one would harm a little brat? How amazing~”

“Really, just what is all the fuss about? I can tell that something like this is going to do nothing but cause all sorts of trouble. What a bothersome existence.”

Here was a miscellaneous god of love in a relatively compact form, picking a fight with someone she had ostensibly only just met.

Truth be told, Kama couldn’t quite put a finger on why. She certainly did often cause mischief, if only so that the misfortune of others might provide some modicum of amusement before she got bored again. But... this was way more direct than she usually got.

Something about the brat before her just really irritated her, for some reason. There was a certain bitterness ingrained in her, as if she and this girl just had the worst compatibility with each other and just couldn’t help but set each other off. Well, she really didn’t mesh well with the Holy Grail, so maybe that was why?

Either way, Kama was gonna vent her irritation on this annoying kid, because she really was that petty and troublesome.