| Enkidu (fate/go) Republished W/permission

★ コビー | 無題 ☆ ⊳ enkidu (fate/go) ✔ republished w/permission

send me a topic to write a meta about my muse on

I might write anything from a paragraph to a whopping essay, but send me something you’ve noticed about my characterisation or just something you want to know about my muse and I will write what I can!

can you tell me a Story?     what kind of a Story do you want me to tell?     ( i am so full of Stories sometimes it feels like i am made of nothing else. i will give them to you, one by one, until there is nothing left in me. )   tell me about the brightest boy you ever knew.      bright can mean a lot of things. bright like gold, like dawn, like stars…      ( even cannon fire and muzzle flares and sword glints are bright in the darkest nights. )   you can choose. it’s your Story. i don’t mind.      okay. i’ll tell you a story about the brightest Boy i ever knew.      ( it doesn’t matter anyway; they’re all about the same Boy. it’s always been about the same Boy. )   does it have a happy ending?      if i tell you now, it’ll ruin the Story.      ( there is no ending because i refuse to call this Story finished. i am still hoping that it finds a happy ending somewhere beyond the apocalypse. )   fine. i’m listening.      once upon a time, there was a Boy with fool’s gold for hair and dawn in his blood.     ( and i couldn’t stop him from burning up with the fire in his heart. but he was beautiful when he burned. )

and for a moment, the world was too. ( j.p. ) || insp. (via pencap)

☆ I’ll sing you to sleep by rrrrrrice ☆ republished with permission ☆ don’t repost

gilgamesh, drunk on his kitchen floor at 3 am talking to a framed picture of enkidu: you;re the only motherfukcer in thiss town who can hhandle me,

enkidu, also sitting on the kitchen floor: i know that's literally why i was made, we've been over this

pets their head, pets their head a lot, gives them a bunch of head pats because wow what a good friend

Enkidu was quite happy where they were  —  tired, content noise.  Head propped up on the others leg  (  fingers playing with the tips of their hair  )  as Gilgamesh did whatever it was he was prone to do.  They did not mind.  Always happy to just hover in the kings presence.  Warm day shining bright; they felt like a rather comfortable cat.  Reaching up with a huff to tug at the others bangs  (  unlike them, to demand attention  )  but it felt much like time for a nap.  They had been promised a spar before the day closed.

Slowly they were falling asleep.

It was not out of the ordinary to feel the gentle motion of fingers in their hair no more then it was to feel a playful tug.  Half asleep, Enkidu almost didn’t notice the resemblance to how one pats a dog  —  soft scratches only adding to their drowzy state.  Eyes falling shut with a hum.

❝  If you do not wish to fight today, you could just say rather then–  ❞  Cut off with a yawn, head tilted to the side  (  hand moving to follow the silent guide  ).  Green blinking back open to the others face.  ❝  –putting me to sleep instead.  ❞