Hands Over Some Red And White Flowers He Had Chosen Out. I Have Heard You Enjoyed Such A Thing... I Do

Hands over some red and white flowers he had chosen out. ❝ I have heard you enjoyed such a thing... I do like to make bouquets on occasion. ❞

They could not say they knew much of Karna.  Only bits and pieces  (  the basics  )  seen from a distance.  None of that led Enkidu to believe they would receive such a gift when they had done nothing in return.  Was that not what a gift was  ??  a token for someone you hold dear, a return memory for one previously given.  Perhaps they still had much to learn.

Partial smile growing as the corners of their mouth turn up  —  slender fingers gathering the flowers with a care not often shown.  Taking a moment to appreciate their beauty  (  for that's what they were, beautiful.  a gift  ).  Very pleased, if not confused.  They were not quite worth the effort made.  Though, they were not completely unknowing.  Such a token was given with thought and purpose; they would not turn it away.

Eyes leaving the flowers to meet the others gaze, head falling slightly as they granted a warm smile.  ❝  Thank you…  though you need not have gone to the effort.  They are as vibrant as my sincere gratitude.  You have a talent for color.  ❞

kiS S ? ?? ???? ??? smooch the cheek fran

FIRST FIVE ASKS GET A KISS // ( 4 more )

           girlish giggle, cheeks a rosy pink ( uncharacteristic to feel so playful when touch was so foreign toward a proclaimed monster ). They are too kind, a figure much like herself - one created with a purpose but thrown away when deemed unfulfilling. 

she is not so bold in return ( inexperienced far more than most ), but leans in &. allows her lips to brush against their cheek, barely that of a feather but a gesture she would happily return. they smell of earth &. rain, soothing &. warm like summer. 

when she pulls awake, frankenstein lightly bumps their shoulder with her own, a smile tugging at her lips. if no one would have guessed, it seemed like they had just made her entire day; maybe the idea of a small kiss wasn’t such a bad thing after all. 

new url  !!

finally thought of something clever lmao.  claysouled is now fictile.  meaning made / shaped of clay  (  by a potter  ).  also new autoplay  \o/

motherconquest.

❝ So… formed from… clay was it? Could you perhaps elaborate? I am… unfamiliar with the tales of your origin, unfortunately. ❞ Not that she doubted them, for she had seen a great many oddities within Chaldea, yet the creation of something humanoid from clay eluded her basic sense of biology.

@claysouled liked for a starter // accepting!

Enkidu offered the queen a noncommittal hum.  Modern humanity so out of touch with the gods, magic falling lax.  Lost truths and trampled beliefs; an age where pantheons now lay in ruin.  They were divine  ---  shaped at the hand of creation itself  ---  from the ground with which humans trod.  A construct, a beast.  ❝  I am exactly as you say.  Clay is that which I come from.  I forget that many have lost the ancient truths; my origin is that of gods seeking a weapon.  I was formed from the earth during the dawn of civilization.  ❞  Human though they seem, human they are not.  An image in the likeness of beauty itself  (  ethereal perfection wrapped in mortal shortcomings  ).  ❝  My tale is not of much importance; I serve my king.  ❞

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