Motherconquest.

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.

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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.  ❞

Draped across the others back, chin propped on shoulder. Without much thought their fingers braid stray wisps of hair ( comfortable ). Quiet as Merlin reads.

His gaze did not stray up from his novel, though a hand did so flee from its back cover, fingers brushing against one of Enkidu’s hands in affectionate acknowledgment. It was not often that Merlin received such affection, if at all, though it was with great enthusiasm he accepted such. Perhaps a part of him was not yet accustomed to friendship, yet he found himself easing into old and new routines easily. Merlin was even kind enough to incline his head to make the whole braiding process easier, humming beneath his breath pleasantly. His eyes tracing the curvature of the letters was only a hollow action, barely registered and more focused on Enkidu’s presence. 

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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. 

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.  ❞