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エルキドゥ | shishio* [pixiv] 

  —  ❝  headcanon.

everyone  &&  their grandma:  enkidu needs shoes me, softly crying:  I promise theyre okay without them

Enkidu doesn’t like shoes.  they don’t like socks they don’t like any of it.  no shoes  ??  means they can feel the earth  (  as they, themselves, have such a strong connection to it  ).  the earth in a way “speaks” to them  !!  Enkidu’s magic comes from the earth  &&  Enkidu is entirely made of clay  ---  from top to bottom.  they do not need to eat / etc as humans do  (  as some other heroic spirits do  )  as they gain back magic and the like from their connection to the earth.  why would they ever put on something that would inhibit such  ??  it, in essence, feels wrong.

I know people acknowledge it but I don’t think they really think about the fact Enkidu is clay.  they’re literally mud with a human shape.  their soul was something earned  &&  their sense of self an aspect not understood until much, much later in their life.  in the end, they return to clay the same way dirt loses its form in rain.  they create weapons from the earth  (  Age of Babylon  )  because they understand the earth  ---  such things make sense to them.  objects worn on feet prohibit that natural connection they have.  heck, even floors muffle it.  Enkidu is a being of the earth  &&  always will be.  it is a connection they should not be deprived of.

their connection is also what aids their presence detection  !!  think Toph from atla as the closest approximation.  Enkidu’s magic is fed by the ground beneath their feet, due to their connection with the earth they know  ??  more than most.  it tells them of what’s far away, of where to find it.  it carries messages to them.  it would make sense that if they can reshape themselves or craft replicas out of the ground that something as simple as “there’s water over there” or “your best friend in the whole wide world is alive and exists in that direction” would be rather simple in comparison. 

either way they’ll go barefoot, thanks.

@stygicniron   ╱  hewwo

Steps falling short  ---  frozen  ---  on the polished tile.  The feeling washing over them all too familiar  (  nothing good comes from death  ).  It was a feeling they knew all too well.  Gaze locking onto the subtle presence, curious.  Slight tremors of fear should not come from one so young; a base magic.  A pull so opposite their own.   ❝  I do not believe we have met.  ❞  Peering through waves of grass, hand raising to tuck the strands back.  A forest kaleidoscoped in kind  (  slightly cautious  )  eyes  ---  in this place they all worked together.  ❝  Pardon if I am stepping out of bounds but, are you alright  ??  ❞

“ you took the sun with you when you left. ”

the sun  &&  her flowers  ╱  accepting.

Enkidu was not sure what to have expected.  Perhaps something more akin to cheer  (  oh, they were happy beyond compare to have him back  )  rather than fall into melancholy remorse.  They had not wanted for him to mourn them  —  why should they  ??  a tool was not worth missing.  A wish in their heart for him to have found something  (  anything  )  in the world fallen short.  A wish ungranted.

Hands gently grasp the sides of his face, moving to look into those crimson eyes they had known  (  knew  )  all too well.  Fingers soft pressure in golden hair.  Such a tone did not befit Gilgamesh.  Quiet sigh as they looked on their king with their own guilt  (  inevitably what it was, Enkidu did not wish to leave  ).  If’s, and’s, but’s  —  the past unchanging.  An unsettling silence in the wake of watery, bitter words.  Choked off noise of concern in reply.

❝  And yet still, the sun will rise again.  The same way tides change and oceans fall, there can be no happiness without sorrow  —  I am not worth these tears  (  especially now  ).  We were given another chance were we not  ??  Gilgamesh–  ❞  Forehead pressed against his, a teary desperate laugh.  ❝  –I missed you.  More then words will ever allow.  ❞