Cuddles The Hell Out Of Them And Refuses To Let Go
Cuddles the hell out of them and refuses to let go
There was a true feeling of comfort ( belonging ) wrapped up gentle hands, strands of hair scattered around their position to match jumbled limbs. Enkidu was quiet contentment — both stretched out among the luxuries only Gilgamesh would demand necessary ( they were not about to doubt the comfort of such extravagance, but extravagance it was ). Fingers tracing random patterns, eyes closed. A soft hum to match their smile. Curled up on a quiet afternoon with the one who, to them, means most. Enkidu truly could not think of a better way to pass the time.
Another’s chin propped on the crown of their head a reminder ( leaving gentle breaths ). For one who existed in lines of loud grandeur, he continued to prove himself in quiet thoughtfulness. Gilgamesh has always been more then other’s assumed — someone unequivocally trusted. It did not take long for drowsy thoughts to seek to join him, fingers resting lightly on his wrist. Enkidu was not one to trail behind.
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“ all i’ve ever known is pain. ”
the sun && her flowers ╱ accepting.
Curious words, though a sentiment not unexpected ( more so, they did not think they would ever hear such — she did not seem one to share weakness ). Head tilted in her direction, quiet hum of consideration. ❝ You do not appear as such to me. ❞ Words carefully chosen. Fingers lightly brushing against Penthesilea’s wrist. ❝ Do you not have moments of happiness here ?? among the relationships you have cultivated ?? ❞
❝ You have forged for yourself a life better than the mistakes of your past ( whatever those may be ). Why should you define yourself by such ?? the pain is something you will carry but it does not define a future much brighter. ❞ Voice tone light. Considerate. ❝ You must hold dear to lifes joys — don’t belittle such only to cling to pain. From what I have witnessed, you are much more than that. ❞
@ulmash ╱ i love you i promise
There are stories passed down through generations of dragons. Beasts lording over the land ( terrifying local populaces ) from caves of hoarded treasures glowing faintly in dim light. People murmuring whispered anthems of serpents who breathe fire and whose wings span entire villages. They speak of the knights who slay them ( to save a princess, a kingdom --- a fairy tale ). Enkidu was no stranger to the fear long fermented in the hearts of men; vaguely awareness of such rumors passed on the wind. Dragons were creatures of the sky --- of rolling mountains and crystal caverns --- who fought amongst themselves to establish a kind of dominance ( bitterly guarded territories lost to conquest ).
Such was life.
It was then their golden one appeared. An elf with no fear. How intriguing it was to watch ruby red arrogance stare down a larger of their kind --- most do not take well to trespassers, let alone one boasting unequivocal bravado. Their choice to step in ?? to protect that which they did not know ?? was dangerous at best, deathly at worst. A choice they have never regretted. Journies ( travels ) teaching the creature much of their new companion. Oh, how Enkidu sought to stay by his side. Pledging themselves of little matter ( a bond strengthened ). They had grown... attached.
As much was evident by current behavior. Absolutely smothering Gilgamesh ( low vibrations of a purr a quiet, steady beat ) as they laid curled around the elf. Soft white glow --- heat --- emitted from their own enjoyment ( a sense of peace ). Thrilled. He had been gone much too long for their liking.
Next time, perhaps they would ask to tag along.
It was lucky their sun humored them, the smaller being trapped within a circle of living crystal ( white scales speckled a faintly glowing green ). A lazy afternoon. Rumbled words passed from mind to mind ( a dragon a powerful companion --- a powerful familiar ). “ You have been quiet. This is unlike you. “ Curiosity painting their tone. Gentle question. “ Is all 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. ❞
Smooshes Enkidu's cheeks and gently rubs his nose against theirs. It was meant to be endearing rather than deeply intimate; an indication perhaps of how much he had come to truly enjoy the other's presence during his time in this 'Chaldea.'
Enkidu was not generally the most outgoing of servants ( let alone the loudest ) — these were habits left to the others. Although, this did not keep them from following the whims of their curiosity. Judgment ( cruel, unnecessary ) was neither a thought in their mind no more then they understood embarrassment. None of this showing Enkidu did not feel joy. Waves of excitement racing through them as, bright eyed, hands grasp the pharaohs face in glee. Smile painted a mile wide gracing their face ( sheer happiness ). Laughter offered freely turning into a quiet sigh at Ozymandias’ action — warmth of the sun carried on a gentle breeze. Something fundamentally comforting; they found pleasure in seeing such happiness reflected in other’s gold. ❝ You are truly a wonder. ❞ Fingers brushing hair, planting a small kiss on his forehead. ❝ They say that those who turn their face towards the sun will leave behind their shadows. They are not wrong. ❞