destined king

Hakuno had noticed a gathering of children on her passing through the streets and, curious, decided to observe just what the fuss was about. It seems one of the kids was putting on a magic show for the others. It would have normally have been a moment’s curiousity, but the center of attention caught her eye almost immediately. 

The would be magician was a young boy with blond hair, striking red eyes, and a commanding, almost regal presence. She knows of two people who matched that description, one for truly a brief moment but the other far more closely. Close enough that she could recognize him anywhere really.

Yes, this child felt like a younger Gilgamesh.

So she watched and he performed parlor tricks and sleight of hand and to his defense, he seemed skilled at them by her reckoning. Of course, she was taken off guard when the boy noticed her and called her over to be his assistant. She hadn’t even been aware that he had noticed her really. Moving closer, she couldn’t help but return his smile.

“Alright then, what do you need of me sir?” It couldn’t hurt to play along, she was the assistant now then.

Gil beams. So she'll play along! That sure saves him a lot of trouble. Had she turned him down, he would’ve had to get a little... persistent, and that wouldn't have been fun for the both of them. But since that’s that, he’ll spare no more thoughts on a scenario which no longer has a chance to exist.

Effortlessly, he simmers down the children who’d been eager to volunteer with promises of there being a next time in another ‘magic show’ and they’re pretty much easily won over when he flashes them a small apologetic smile. With that quickly taken care of, he claps his hands together once and finally has a proper look at his assistant. Familiar. Unfamiliar. Which is it? ...Oh! How could he forget? The reason why this girl is both familiar and unfamiliar to him, isn’t it because of that? 

“Don’t worry, you won’t be doing anything difficult okay?” He tells her, the one who has had the opportunity to meet himself in another form, another time that has nothing to do with this smaller form of his.

He turns to look at the audience. “Everyone hasn’t forgotten my missing coin, right? Well you see, the reason why I picked this lovely miss to be my assistant is because the coin is with her now!” As expected, the children erupt into a chorus of confusion. He glances at the girl, shoots her a quick and small reassuring smile. “Where the coin is,” he shrugs his shoulder ( shifts the coin in his sleeve ) "even she doesn’t know, right miss?” He looks at her again for a show of confirmation.

There’s something mystifying about Gilgamesh treating her like an adult and a child at the same time. Even worse, below him at times, but she got used to it. To the charismatic and childish appearance, although his comments are a little unneeded. A troublesome child is what she would treat him, but he isn’t if anything besides the appearance factor.

A strong Archer and that’s what he is, although she never says it out-loud.

Yuu found him following after her and she felt like she was a leader of a small train of two. There’s something nonsensical about it and she sighs. What is it with Servants questioning her status at the moment in the city? She’s almost traumatised a little from her conversation with Avenger. Now… the child King of Uruk is questioning her intentions.

She doesn’t get a break does she? She hummed a little as walked towards a fountain. Then she stopped turning around to face him. An arched eyebrow and hands folded across her self.

“Well, what do you expect me to do, Archer?” She asks back. “Although, I do have an answer for myself, but will it please you?” A slight shrug of shoulders there, “I’ll go on forward, even if I can’t do anything with my boring, ordinary self. We can do something about this situation, or not.”

He folds his hands behind his back and tilts his head. With the usual knowing smile on his face, his gaze flickers to the side. "So long as you’ve come up with an answer, I’ll be pleased." Gil replies reassuringly. Well, that’s not exactly true. He does have his expectations ( none that he feels the need to share with her, despite her asking ) and whether she meets them or not is valuable to him in more ways than one but... 

So long as she doesn’t waver, so long as she doesn’t act indecisive merely because of how restricting this city is, he’ll acknowledge whatever it is she plans to do.

“But I must say...” He gives her a questioning look. “So you’ll ‘go on forward’? How? By accepting your sorry state in this city until the others from Chaldea get here? Or will you try to find a way back? Even if you can admit how powerless you are, isn’t that still a little too wishful if you” not ‘we’ “really want to do something about this situation?”

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

Even if this younger form of his is far more approachable so much that he’s met countless people, there’s hardly anyone Gil could value so much that he’d consider them a friend (an equal). However there is but one who he will forever acknowledge as his friend.

A one of a kind whose worth won’t change for all of eternity.

But unfortunately, Gil has never personally met that man with long flowing green hair in this form. So they aren’t exactly someone he no longer talks to since in the first place, he’s never spoken to them in this form. Nonetheless, he values the memories of that man his older self buried away. Whenever he unearths one recollection of his older self, speaking unnaturally soft and kind and looking genuinely pleased to be with that man with green hair or another of his older self, eager to fight with or against that man who stood with or against the king at equal strength... he wonders, ‘why couldn’t fate promise that they’d be by his side forever?’ or blames his older self that he honestly hates so much for becoming such a king at some point in time. No longer than a moment later, he’d acknowledge that it’s childish of him to question fate or to blame who he’s destined to become and reluctantly move on.

( But once in a while, as he’s lost in a nostalgia that doesn’t necessarily belong to his child self, he wishes that Enkidu ( not the Chains of Heavens stored in his currently inaccessible Gate of Babylon ) would’ve lived by his side when he was a child as well. )

earth: where do you feel most at home?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

He’s a fairly pleasant boy unlike his tyrannical older self so there hasn’t really ever been a time where he’s had to change something he liked about himself in this form to satisfy someone else.

soothe: what’s one thing that always makes you feel better when you’re upset?

Well there’s certainly one unkind method ( it’s completely fair, in his opinion ) that he can think of that would make him feel better when he’s upset. Settling the score with whoever put him in a bad mood no matter what extent he has to go through seems to do the trick just fine all the time.

slumber: what’s one thing that helps you fall asleep when it feels impossible?

cosmos: what's one thing you wish you could say to someone you are no longer friends with?

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

waning: what is your biggest regret?

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

contemplation: if you could wake up one morning and everything in your life was perfect, what would that look like?

night light: who/what makes you feel safe?

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

sunset: who is someone you thought would be in your life forever, but you no longer talk to?

midnight: are you a different person late at night than in the early morning?

candle light: are you an indecisive person?

reflection: have you ever changed something you liked about yourself to satisfy someone else?

sweet dreams: are you happy?

nightmare: what are you most afraid of?

constellations: who is someone you could talk to for hours and never stop?

reminder: who is someone you will never forget?

11-11: what's something you want, but feel like you will never have?

shooting star: who is someone you trust to help you make the right decisions?

earth: where do you feel most at home?

soothe: what's one thing that always makes you feel better when you're upset?

Since Masters and Servants no longer matter-- Gil will no longer play by the rules of the Grail.

Besides, he has other things to take care of that require dedicated time and planning ( he hasn’t exactly gotten over the loss of his treasury. Even now he’s quietly holding back his anger, but there’s only so much he could do at the moment other than write a very angry letter which isn’t exactly a very suitable way at getting back at the ones who brought him here ).

Though he must say, seeing her here really throws a wrench on his intentions of ignoring his responsibilities as a Servant. It’s ( probably ) nothing he can’t get around but...

“Since you’re here, will you be doing anything about this troublesome situation soon? I’d really like to know, miss Master of Chaldea ♪” He says as he trails behind the figure walking ahead of him. He sure hopes she heard him, though he wouldn’t mind if they kept walking at this slow pace to wherever in this city.

But away the cards go and back in his pocket. Even if the children enjoyed it, he’s grown tired of pulling off card tricks. Instead, he holds out a coin ( not one of those stardust, a gold coin ). He lets the children see that it’s on his hand, and then -- it “disappears”. He receives an applause once more. “Only one more, okay? This time I’ll have an assistant help me find our missing coin.” That, of course, has the children pleading ‘pick me, pick me!’ but his gaze strays from the children. Gil already knows who he’s going to choose, and his face lights up when he sees that the girl who had been lingering around hasn’t left from her spot away from him and the crowded kids yet. He put together this chance to speak to her because he felt something... familiar about her even though he knows they’ve never met. It would’ve been a shame if she left before he figured out why felt that way.

“To the lovely miss over there!” He waves at the girl for her attention and smiles sweetly. “Won’t you come over and serve as my assistant for this final trick of mine?”

He doesn’t bother to look at the menu just yet. He’s only interested in knowing whether or not they’ll take gold and if they don’t, he’s really going to be in trouble. The thought makes him a little nervous, frankly speaking. “Hey mister.” He takes out a single gold coin and places it on the counter. “So... what can I get for a gold coin?”

ah yes, another fate hollow ataraxia character

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