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CALL ME OUT MEME (NSFW VERSION)

CALL ME OUT MEME ver. NSFW

Same rules as the other one, but this one is for smutty purposes! Much shorter list bc I have way too many teenage girls that I don't feel comfortable putting on here, but if you really wanna plan something out with any of my actives I might be convinced.

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[Jeanne is no mind reader, but it doesn't take one to tell that Atalante is struggling with her thoughts. She can't blame her; even putting the events of Okeanos aside, today has been.... a very emotional day.

As much as she wants to understand Atalante, as much as they do share similarities in several aspects... she can't be completely on Atalante's level now. She can't tell her what to do, but she can give her support, give her someone to lean on until she can get up on her feet again...

When she pulls Atalante in again, it's not for a kiss; instead, she wraps her arms around the other Servant, voice soft and soothing.]

In time, everything will be okay...

[It's not an empty promise. Jeanne truly believes Atalante will be able to recover from this.]

Is that one of your famed revelations...?

[Her tone is bitter. Subdued. The emotional roller coaster is too much for her. And that comforting hug... She doesn't like that she likes it. It feels like. the foundations of her identity. are crumbling...]

[Jeanne simply shakes her head at those words.]

It's simply the hope of... of a companion, who will do her best to help you find peace.

[... She had wanted to say friend. She hopes they can be that, over tjme, but now might be too early to say such things, especially with Atalante in such a shaken state.]

[... A companion.

Achilles had been her real companion. Until the end. He had cried for her dream. He had tried to stop her fall. He was the one she trusted, more than anyone else... And look where that brought him?

She lowers her head. She looks... About ready to collapse, honestly. She normally hides it, but this conversation has cut through all her defenses, cutting through to the crux of her problems...]

... I'm tired...

[Not physically. But she's so tired of trying and failing, yet she can't stop, because her dream is that important. Admitting this... To one she thinks she should still think of as an enemy, is hard. But without Achilles... Maybe she will have a companion here.]

Do you wish to rest, now?

[She knows Atalante means it in an emotional sense, but even emotional exhaustion can lead to physical exhaustion too.]

A lot... certainly happened today. I wouldn't judge you if that's what you wanted.

No.

[Rest would mean leaving her alone with her thoughts. And letting her spiral down in her thoughts alone is a terrible idea. She knows herself well enough to suspect she may even Agrius Metamorphosis again if left now.]

I... [Her claws dig into Jeanne's shoulders, unintentionally. She grips the cloth of Jeanne's shoulders, trying to compose herself.]

If... you truly desire my... companionship, then you should be aware... I will not forgive unfaithfulness.

[Greek heroes were known for it, after all. But this is the most Atalante can say. She doesn't know what to call this bizarre relationship forming, but she knows she wants it. But she needs to know what Jeanne expects of it.]

[This time, it's like she barely registers the feeling of Atalante's claws digging into her shoulders. Is she... getting used to it? Is that a good thing??? Jeanne's not sure at all.]

Of course. That sort of betrayal... [She shakes her head. Ten Commandments or no...] I would never dream of doing such a thing.

[Besides, it's not like there are any others in Chaldea who she might have feelings for. So she can make that promise with complete honesty.]

[Atalante is a huntress. Raised by beasts and then hunters. Proud, sure of herself.

This situation is so far out of her wheelhouse that it's almost laughable. Didn't she hate Jeanne? And yet now...

Part of her wonders if this is some bizarre piety still. If Artemis saw fit. to have a lover, who was she to scorn the idea?]

Then... We shall be so.

[Why is it so hard for her to say that? Her heart is pounding in unfamiliar ways. Her cheeks flush slightly. What is it they shall be now, exactly?]

... It makes me very happy to hear that.

[They're in the same boat, really. Jeanne has no idea what this will lead to, what exactly they'll do after today, but... her heart is fluttering in a way that she's never felt before, and the way her face heats up isn't unpleasant...

They'll just. Figure this out together, right? Right...]

I just... hope things won't be too awkward. As I'm sure you would understand, I have very little experience with this, aha....

As do I.

[Atalante reminds her gently. Atalante's experience has been being married against her will. The idea of being with someone willingly... Is new. And unusual. But she's interested regardless.]

... And I... may be poor at this myself. But I hope you will have patience.

Of course. Despite what my companions in my first life may say, I'd like to believe I'm a patient person.

[Gilles would never say it, but she knows some of the other soldiers would (lovingly) call her stubborn and bull-headed, eager to charge in to battle without much thought for her own safety. It... it was true, yes, but that was battle!! This was something entirely different.]

I... I suppose this is good. We can learn... [Her hands trail down Atalante's arms, to her hands, gently unwrapping the other Servant's arms from around her. But when she steps back, she doesn't leave Atalante there; she tugs her by the hand, back...

Towards the bed.] Together.

[why the fuck does no one have atalante's fgo expression sheets??? how am i supposed to get a cute blush like this?

She follows Jeanne to the bed. She doesn't know what she's doing, so Jeanne's show of confidence seems to have her content to follow for now...

A Servant's clothes are made of magical energy, so they can be summoned at will, readying them for battle at any time. On the same token, they can also be dismissed. Atalante's gloves, leggings, and shoes all vanish, though for the moment, her dress remains.]

... I begin to understand how you could rally an army.

[There's a light... almost amusement to her tone. Jeanne is charismatic, and somehow, Atalante's found herself falling for it.]

... Together.

[step it up fandom!!!

If the reality of what they were doing hadn't sunk in before, it certainly would now, as she watches Atalante's clothes begin to disappear. Something in her gut clenches, and while part of it is most definitely nerves, it's also... something else. Something Jeanne doesn't have a name for yet. It causes her to freeze, but only for a moment; her armor had been missing since even before their encounter, so all that disappears for now is the long tail of her skirt, her boots and leggings, and the half-cape around her shoulders.]

You say that now, but I've a feeling that my words will fail me completely the further we go. [She tries to laugh, but it's here that her nerves are beginning to shine through, even as she takes a seat at the edge of Atalante'a bed.] I try to make my words inspiring, but I'm no poet.

[Atalante is, well. Extremely cat-like, in a lot of ways. She doesn't think much of letting her arms and legs be bared. She stretches, before nimbly simply landing on the bed, legs curled up beneath her. She's... very flexible, actually? Because, you know. Cat.]

And I was taught the ways of the world by a bear. [Her lips quirk up in a grin, baring her fangs a bit.] I imagine your way with words will be better than mine even if they fail you.

[It's almost... fascinating, watching Atalante stretch as she does. As Servants, so many of them are blessed with grace and agility far above normal human standards, but Atalante is a step above even that.

Between catching herself staring, and the way Atalante grins like that, Jeanne feels a blush burn across her cheeks, and her gaze instantly drops to her hands. Should she be doing something with them??? Is it too soon?? Ohhh this is going to get so awkward so fast.]

Y-You say that, and yet... there isn't anything terribly beastial about the way you act, save for a few... quirks.

[She flicks her tail.]

Is this but a quirk?

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