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gently places a white flower in their hair, smiling gently. it suited them well.

Gently, fingers brush the flower  (  tucked behind their ear, melting into green  )  with a bright smile.  Gaze falling on their master with cheer.  A white flower  ---  a symbol of honesty, innocence.  A voice so loud for those who listen.  ❝  Aah...  ❞  Hair pushed back, slipping through their hand.  ❝  You have my thanks.  ❞

╰ *． Lara.

‘jesus– you… you’re not bleeding?’

just when lara thought things couldn’t get weirder. she should’ve known better. thoughts like that just invited the weirdness in. she approached the other carefully, making sure their enemies (her enemies? she wasn’t sure who’s side this one was on) were down before she knelt and set down her bow. ‘you got shot, didn’t you?’ she asked, reaching around her pack for bandages. there would be time for intr- oductions later. ‘where was it? even if it nicked you, it could get an infection, or…’

closed | @fictile

Soft laughter at the other’s tone  (  paired, partial smile  ---  they did try not to be so obvious, but there was humor in it  ).  Gaze watching her approach; calculated.  Enkidu had seen combat before  ---  golden smile painting the edges of their memory  ---  this was no challenge.  Then again,  what might did a mere human stand against the chains of heaven  ??  divine through and through.  Those who sought to destroy taken care of.  ❝  I am fine, you should patch up yourself  ---  are you alright  ??  ❞

📂📂

me  ??  reblogging a hc meme  ??  sounds strange fake  ╱ accepting.

their eyes change color slightly  !!  like a kaleidoscope of greens  (  a mix of blues and yellows  ---  like a passing stream of filtered sunlight  ).  it depends on how they catch the light  &&  what’s nearby, like they’re feeding off the environment around them

they have very sharp canines.  reminiscent of an animals  ---  usually you can’t see them being as Enkidu doesn’t  ??  flaunt them  ??  but get them angry enough they can get flashed in warning  (  leftover behavior from eons left to the wilds  ).

gently takes his face in their hands, pressing their forehead to his ❝ you are the worlds greatest gift ❞

At a loss for words, he could part his lips and refuse Enkidu, tell them that a man who had been built off of calamity and tragedy could not have existed as a gift. It would have been such a cruel thing to say however, to himself, and to Enkidu who loved him dearly. Eyes fluttered shut, a laugh gently pushing past his lips, hardly louder than a breath. Arms slid around Enkidu’s waist, pulling them closer as he contented himself to their shared embrace. He felt at ease, whatever doubt he held within his mind subsiding within that moment. Enkidu thought him to be something positive, and truly, was that not enough? To be loved so truly, Merlin was still acclimating himself to the feeling of it. It was akin to relearning a tongue he had long forgotten yet still absolved himself to comprehend.

❝ I’m not so sure about that, ❞ he began softly, ❝ but it sounds nice. so I’ll keep it close to me. ❞ To be loved was something new for Merlin. No, he had been loved before, yet Enkidu’s continued acceptance of every facet of his was odd (Merlin half-expected them to draw back at any moment, but they never did). ❝ I think you’re the greater gift. I mean, you preserve the world in ways I could have never imagined. You’re literally of the earth, Enkidu. ❞ A laugh, louder this time, playful and at ease.