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There's nostalgia and melancholy wrapped around him as he places a hand atop that crown of grass, tousling it with close familiarity. The fond memories that can never be erased leave fresh warmth in the eyes and heart. He chuckles and the hand returns to his side, smile wide and filled with mirth. ❝You took your time in arriving, was the scenic route to your liking?❞
Green takes in the figure before them — gaze soft. Oh, how they had missed this same familiarity ( all too content ). Memories of their own dancing through their mind. Loss was not a feeling Enkidu had expected to understand; a human concept. Although, leaving had never been part of the plan.
Hand rising to lightly touch the king’s arm they offered the other as bright a smile as they could muster. A truly light feeling. One hand pushing back their own hair from their face. Humor rising to match the others. For how could this be anything other than good ?? they were not one to ignore a blessing ( a gift ).
❝ All things take time — I am not in the habit of being rushed. ❞ Laughter. Oh, how they had missed this. ❝ I would have to admit the journey’s end was worth the wait. ❞
pets their head, pets their head a lot, gives them a bunch of head pats because wow what a good friend
Enkidu was quite happy where they were — tired, content noise. Head propped up on the others leg ( fingers playing with the tips of their hair ) as Gilgamesh did whatever it was he was prone to do. They did not mind. Always happy to just hover in the kings presence. Warm day shining bright; they felt like a rather comfortable cat. Reaching up with a huff to tug at the others bangs ( unlike them, to demand attention ) but it felt much like time for a nap. They had been promised a spar before the day closed.
Slowly they were falling asleep.
It was not out of the ordinary to feel the gentle motion of fingers in their hair no more then it was to feel a playful tug. Half asleep, Enkidu almost didn’t notice the resemblance to how one pats a dog — soft scratches only adding to their drowzy state. Eyes falling shut with a hum.
❝ If you do not wish to fight today, you could just say rather then– ❞ Cut off with a yawn, head tilted to the side ( hand moving to follow the silent guide ). Green blinking back open to the others face. ❝ –putting me to sleep instead. ❞
Where he bathes in luxury Enkidu remains affixed in nature, wanting nothing of gold or jewels housed in abundance within the Gate. But gifts are the ultimate display of generosity and candid apathy towards anything remotely close to frugality, and Gilgamesh is not one to relent, even towards this clay beast—this dear and precious friend. ❝Rejoice, for not everyone is fortunate enough to receive a gift from one like myself, let alone the trust to care for a fellow beast.❞ /1
A white tiger cub trots her way to the king first, then eyeing flowing white fabric and pouncing onto Enkidu’s leg. She’s larger than most cubs her age and proportionately energetic, looking up at the Lancer with bright, blue-eyed curiosity. ❝She responds well to Ninlil when called upon. If you wish to keep her then she is yours.❞ /2
They were not vain. No, they were very much uncaring of appearance ( they were but clay, they changed as they wished — though, they knew of human beauty ). They did not seek material possessions. Items were entirely unimportant ( useless, a waste ) to one with no requirements for such. Enkidu was a creature of nature, a construct of the divine. They did not share the needs and wants of humanity; they sought out the opposite, they followed the whims of the winds and the call of the earth.
Valentine’s Day a modern celebration. Where gifts handed out of attachment signified the care of others. They heard of it; chocolates being passed around and extravagant gifts given. They did not see much purpose in the needs to dress up and play the part — humans still strange in their curious ways. They did not think much of it.
The best gift they had been granted was to live again alongside Gilgamesh ( their king, their most important friend ). With this, they were forever more than content. A moment in the span of eternity infinitely treasured. But, the other was so incredibly human where it counted ( more then he knew ) — they should have expected this act.
Enkidu would always treasure such gifts.
Voice gone soft at the cub before them, words a gentle flow as Gilgamesh’s heartfelt gift approached. Hum a low vibration ( the recognition of someone all to accepting ). Gathering Ninlil ( named after a goddess a blessing, protective ) into their arms before offering their golden king a bright smile. ❝ You do not need to act so loftily. ❞ Enkidu was no stranger to the other’s antics; a comfortably seated familiarity. ❝ She is beautiful. Thank you Gilgamesh, your gifts always mean more than you know. ❞ Each and every one carefully held and remembered. And oh, how this gift was well placed. One put in their care with a trust always covered in bravado ( haughty words ). A trust they would never break. ❝ I will take good care of her. ❞
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drabble prompt | selectively accepting | @fictile
The earthcried out in agony, unmade seven times and stitched together just asmany. It was a sound that few will ever get the chance to payattention to amid the clash of iron and bronze, of earth andgodliness that made one recognize fear as the incorrigible feeling ofawe and horror—as if gazing upon the maw of Tiamat herself. It hadbeen three days and two nights since the mysterious figure wreathedin white and a crown of grass came upon the realm of Uruk to quietthe tyrant-king Gilgamesh. It had been three days and two nightssince Uruk learned what it truly meant to fear their king. Sunset haddescended upon those weary souls: what was once a horrifying wall ofgolden light now a humbled fortress huddled close to the king’sperson; the strange being—Enkidu: a forest child, crafted of clayand made human by Shamhat’s nurturing hands accepting them in alltheir uniqueness, stood as a direct juxtaposition to Gilgamesh withdivine weaponry of clay meeting humanly treasures one-on-one. Theytore the land asunder.
Pink andorange gradated against the sky’s ever-arching canvas as dusk andtwilight came upon them, their bodies—though blessed—were stillmortal and susceptible to fatigue, something that never once occurredto either of them as they arch backs grasping hungrily for air andthe will to move their muscles once more. Gilgamesh leaned tiredlyagainst his favored axe and fired one final blade, a broadsword, atthe blurred being. Enkidu felt their form weakening, maintaining ahollowed-out shell of humanity as they used their remaining clay toblock the attack.
Theunstoppable force finally met its immovable object.
They shareda weathered smirk and the two collapsed at the same time.
Gilgamesh’sbody tumbled down the hill he stood upon and collided againstEnkidu’s with pitiful force, caring little as purple consumed theheavens and revealed a blanket of stars over their heads. Gold metgreen, crimson countered by jade. And soon enough, the sound oflaughter could be heard from afar, the sort between close friendsenjoying one another’s presence.
Some timehad passed while the two stared up at the night sky in completesilence, but where Gilgamesh would oftentimes disturb the quiet withfrivolous things, the emptiness of his treasury would not permit himeven that. Never in his life had he experienced something asrejuvenating as forgoing the once-orderliness of treasures lined inrows, launching them at the speed of sound without cessation; it feltcathartic compared to indulging in every sin and vice he couldpossibly commit while abusing his power as king, a pleased grunt whenfinally understanding the beauty of having nothing and everything allat once.
❝Do younot regret the treasures you have spent?❞
The voicewas foreign to him, yet he answered it without missing a beat, cheekshurting from the wide smile upon his face. ❝If it is someone Ishould use it on, then it is not unthinkable to do them the favor.❞
Astonished,Enkidu stared at the king for some time, having witnessed the idealboy-king grow up to become a terrorizing tyrant of a man,understanding that it was this king, Gilgamesh, who was to be culledthen and there; if not for the people of Uruk, then for the gods whofeared their very creation. Yet something about the man laid besidehim evoked a feeling in their core where the human heart ought tolive. Despite being mortal enemies in their war of three full days,it felt difficult to truly feel anything resembling hate towards aman at his greatest point of honesty. Certainly, what he committedwas appalling in the eyes of humans, but Enkidu saw a man who feltsick of his own skin as he sat alone at the top of the food chainwith none to challenge him much less break a sweat. What a lonelyexistence, they thought—realizing that, they too, knew what it feltto be truly alone.
❝This isquite nice.❞
❝Have younever slept beneath the stars?❞ An innocent query despite theirshock; how could anyone forego the resplendent beauty ofMUL.PA.BIL.SAG or MUL.SIM.MAH?
Gilgameshgave a shrug, features blank. ❝Why would I when I have a palace andthe most luxurious of silks to lull me into swift slumber?❞
Sardonicismat its finest while the king looked to the stars and cursed them fortheir beauty and cruelty, to dare sparkle high above him unchainedand happily free. He sat up and pointed to the brightest star in thesky, something of determination fired in his ruby soul. ❝One day,mankind shall surpass the gods and leave this place called Earth.Such is the future bestowed upon to me and one that I desire to see through to its completion,❞ he then turned to Enkidu, smiling, ❝and Ishall take you along with me. Beyond the stars, where no man has ever traveled before.❞
Carefully placing the crown of woven flowers on the other's head; ranges of red. Gentle smile to accompany cheerful words. ❝ They suit you. ❞ For one so loud and brash ( gusto in multitudes ) Gilgamesh could be just as kind ( soft words and unhurried motions ). Like the flowers just as bright --- drawing focus --- yet so fragile. For their king's existence was just as important as any flower's.
familiarityof fingers brushed against the scalp produce the mostcurious of purrs in the aurulent throat, neckcraned with a sharktooth smile against the curled hand, gazingupon the earth’s most blessed wonder as a weight rests uponthe brow ( nothing likethistlesand snakeskin,but of something tangible—theimpermanent permanence ofloving gestures). crimsonhas always made itself agreeable to Gilgamesh: be it the lines ofineffabilityscouring his silhouette, or the carnelianof viper eyes burrowing deep, deep, deepin the psyche; like a firehe remains a beautynever to be touched, yet holyis the saint who finds the flames as much a kindly warmthas it is a bonfire-made-wild.
❝butof course; I can make even the most clouded of jewels appear brighterthan a secret lake. such is the beauty of a king.❞ haughtinessjuxtaposed by a fondness in the eyne, he’s an atombomb cursed to mortality, tanned fingers reaching forEnkidu’s and holding them as one will a paintbrush: firmly,yet loose enough to let them free if he must. he plucksfrom the woven crown a single blossom and pins it to theother’s ear. laughter chokes out, a creator pleased with hismagnum opus. ❝the color suits you just as well. as it ought.❞
now why is platonic cuddling so frowned upon in society fuck you man if i wanna cuddle my bff i will fucking cuddle my bff youll need a fucking crowbar to pry me off you son of a bitch
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.
“ 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. ❞
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╰ *．ulmash. ╱ we live in a pattern that we'll never detect. ╰ *．springspoken. ╱ butterflies are self propelled flowers. ╰ *．ardenssolis. ╱ laughter is a sunbeam of the soul. ╰ *．dxdger. ╱ a light from the shadows shall spring.
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