@springspokenfed Me That Sweet Ass Plot !!
@springspoken fed me that sweet ass plot !!
They were more then happy with the circumstances, snow white slipping through gentle fingers as they collect stray locks to weave. Cheerful hum ( part whistle ) slipping through. Eyes taking in the loose --- comfortable --- braid of the other's hair. A job well done.
The tips of green mixing with white between them as Enkidu’s own hair rolled over their shoulder. Knees touching the others the two did their part. The careful tug of another's fingers.
❝ I must admit, this was not what I expected out of my day. ❞
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It was funny, watching the pharaoh squirm. The fidgeting less an annoyance ( humor ) as they prop chin on hand. Eyes crinkled with a soft laugh. Patience is a virtue --- a trait they know well. Days spent alongside their king teaching Enkidu much in their years of life. Ozymandias was not so different. The jittery, almost irritated, look easy for them to spot. It was a trait for those with too much thought rattling in their head.
They could see the gears grinding from lack of stimuli. Endearing, really.
❝ Of course you aren’t. ❞ The humor in their voice all too obvious. Offering a slight smile to pair the snort of laughter released at the pause. ❝ We could play a game if you are that bored, I’m sure there is something we could think up. ❞
FAIRY TALE AESTHETICS: BROTHERS GRIMM VERSION
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SNOW WHITE. jade trinket boxes. taste of iron. fingertips on a mirror. yellow and green with envy. long handled hunting knives. sewing by the window. combs laced with pearls and poison. an apple white one side and red the other. white doves. frosted glass.
THE MAIDEN WITHOUT HANDS. a blunt axe. a ring of chalk. tear-stained cheeks. sweet pears. hands tied behind back. shallow rivers. aching feet, walking for days. flowing gown. liquid silver. wax seals. blinding lights.
THE THREE LITTLE GNOMES IN THE FOREST. lukewarm bath water. sapphire butterflies. tiny milk snakes. baskets of strawberries. fat toads. sparkling snow. fur cloaks. raw gemstones. kettles made of copper. red wine. a tiny cottage in the middle of nowhere.
BLUE BEARD. a tiny key made of gold. pools of blood. stains that won’t rub away. galloping hooves. treasures from far away lands. dragging by the hair. dark and damp cellars. marble walls. shivering with fear. screaming at the top of your lungs.
THE SIX SWANS. sitting side-saddle. daughter of a witch. nettles. white feathers. refusing to smile. needles and threads. a castle in the forest. sound of beating wings. birthmarks. climbing trees. balls of yarn. silver crowns.
LITTLE RED CAP. wildflowers. rich-tasting cake. wicker baskets. the path rarely trod. sharp teeth. curtains drawn. a dying fireplace. grey pelts. red velvet. handmade quilts. sunlight peeking through branches. opening corks with a satisfying pop. looking someone directly in the eye.
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I’ve just been thinking about how like ?? Enki doesn’t do romantic relationships. at least in my opinion. though, they are that friend that is always in your space --- you’re taking up the whole couch ?? they lay on you. you’re trying to grab something from the fridge ?? they’re right up against you ducking under your arm. they’re the level of “I’m much to comfortable with you” that people think they’re dating so and so and Enki just doesn’t care enough about other peoples opinions to correct them. they’re that friend that says “I love you” to you 24/7 because their understanding of the words as that of “you are incredibly important to me” and not ~romantic~ in any sense. Enki just is very ?? affectionate in their own way to those they grow close to because they feel secure in their relationships to an extent. they fall asleep on your shoulder, they make themselves comfortable against your leg, they play with your hair or steal your food just !! its not romantic !! and I’ve lost track of where I was going with this so
❛ very early in my life it was already too late. ❜
various starters.
Green cascading, pooled around their cross legged position. Hands carefully weaving flowers scattered ( no pause, though slight frown as eyes momentarily flash to her face ) the two taking in the good weather. Considerative hum vibrating low in their chest. To be created with a purpose was something Enkidu could understand; circumstances different.
They were here to listen, not to judge — they were not inclined to such fancy.
❝ You say that as if you are not working towards something better. ❞ Actions stilled, fingers sweeping through grass. ❝ Do not dismiss the good. As long as you keep true to your heart, is there much more to ask ?? it would be remiss to define yourself by others words. ❞ Gaze moving up — a kind, soft smile — as hands hold out the woven crown. ❝ As fragile as you think you are, as fragile as existence is, you are much hardier than that. Give yourself some credit. ❞ Maybe it as a daydream ( simple fantasy ) but Enkidu could not bring themselves to believe in a set future. Especially one dictated by the choices of the past. Actions of others. They are but flowers left to long in the sun, waiting for the rain of their own making.