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

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

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

just.... saving this........ forever.....................

Groans and hugs them, burying his face into their hair. He's tired and needs cuddles to recharge.

Enkidu found their most peaceful moments tucked in the back of a garden, amongst the plants with soil beneath their fingers.  They were a creation of the earth  —  clay  —  and time fostered amongst its most simple lives still rings true.  There is a sense of peace when the light lays low  (  still shining through the leaves  )  as they keep to themselves.

There are not many in this place they are prone to seek out. 

Stillness broken by the sound of footsteps.  They did not bother to look up  (  over  )  to acknowledge the approach.  Just the tilt of their head, hand moving to lightly grasp his shirt.  A commonplace; this ritual.  Seeking a refuge from the chaotic mess of life amongst the others.  From hard won fights and mended skin.  Enkidu was more than willing to allow the other respite in their presence  —  the face tucked into their hair accepted with a hum.  Posture moving to bring the caster into a more comfortable position  (  their own head tucked right alongside  ).  The others tired distress not hard to feel, grasped in gentle hands as Enkidu’s fingers combed through snow with head on shoulder.  The song murmuring out in its own hushed crescendo. 

Moments stolen not much, but enough.

“You’re really not carrying any weapons?”

“Buddy, I am a weapon.”