prompt; bow

fandom; fate/stay night: unlimited blade works & fate/grand order

word count; 136

An archer and their bow were two inseparable things. Most of the time, at least.

It was the same bow EMIYA used over and over, with identical arrows and precise accuracy withstanding to save Rin countless times.

The same steel body, the same firey blood with a tang of copper. The same hands that were never able to hold anything for long.

Now, looking at Ishtar, an inevitable sense of guilt drowned his body, as his stomach lurched. The reminiscent recollection of Rin Tohsaka, the indistinguishable characteristics between the two both pained and revived him at the same time.

"Seeing that red Archer... for some reason, I really want to punch him."

EMIYA merely blinked at her words, bow clunking and clattering onto the floor.

Forcibly, he laughed-- something he hadn't done in a long time.