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Carefully presented was a bundle of flowers (hand picked thought out choices professing their own meaning) wrapped up in a ragged green ribbon. Bright, gentle smile offered up with cheer. A gift for one who means more than words. Angelica tucked alongside arborvitae. Bay, chrysanthemum, & coreopsis adding their own flair. A few yellow tulips placed around the bunch. Enkidu was no master of words (poetry flowing forth) but this was a language they knew. Hopefully, something to express gratitude.
love or not so love letter shenanigans; accepting || @fictile
IT WAS AMAZING HOW easily Ozymandias’ gaze softened the moment gold met green, the other’s smile bright and vibrant in a way that would have made even a god smile in return, and smile in return he did. How was he not touched by this gesture? This wholly unselfish and innocent gesture that was so simple like many things that Enkidu themselves enjoyed, yet spoke volumes even in this very simplicity. With a gentleness many would not see from him save very rare situations, he took those bundled flowers into his hands, careful as if holding them any tighter would harm such delicate plants and damage the gift he had been given. ❝This was not necessary. There was truly no need to give me something like this…but I will accept it wholeheartedly. I can tell you put much thought into each flower you picked considering the flowers offered in this bouquet.❞
Beautiful. Truly beautiful.
Just as beautiful as the vibrant being standing before him. Enkidu’s features made them so, yet it was not this that Ozymandias meant. Even if they had turned into original self when human thought had escaped their understanding and the only creatures they could understand were beasts and plants, this fact would not change. There was more to beauty than the physical, after all. ❝Thank you, Enkidu.❞ He lifted his hand, gently ruffling soft locks.
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. ❞
This is literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
