Everyone likes a little【☆REBELLION☆】

❛    you're   a   fucking   pest,   ❜   he   exhaled   under   his   breath,   evidently   nowhere   near   serious   but   rather   driven   by   affectionate   exasperation.   he   did   recall   the   way   he   had   leaned   back   against   him   back   when   he   had   worked   on   the   shawl   for   enkidu,   and   found   the   memory   to   be   rather   compelling,   but   the   situation   had,   admittedly,   been   quite   different   to   the   one   at   hand   then.

"Indeed. I enjoy when you obey me, though I suppose I feel the same joy when you do not." There was something interesting about watching Yulan engage with the people and things around him, himself included, and he did take pleasure in observing how he expressed himself. That being said, he would always prefer when the younger man did what he was told.. mostly because those occurrences were rather few and far between.

a   stare   followed   that.   frankly   speaking,   yulan   certainly   did   not   feel   tormented.   the   stolen   heart,   the   broken   bones,   the   sharp   bites,   the   intrusions   —   they   didn't   feel   like   suffering.   while   he   was   not   generally   particularly   fond   of   pain,   he   had   grown   emotionally   numb   to   it,   and   merely   being   inflicted   wounds   or   broken   bones   held   little   meaning   past   the   sensation   at   the   time.   he   was,   however,   very   much   affected   by   gentler   things,   and   the   king   had   certainly   offered   him   those   aplenty,   too.

damn   it.   of   course   he   would   catch   on   to   something   like   that,   and   of   course   yulan   wouldn't   miss   that   little   squint   of   delight   in   his   expression,   either.   at   the   end   of   the   day,   he   supposed   neither   of   them   was   overly   fond   of   what   the   other   enjoyed   seeing   in   them   most,   so   there   was   at   least   a   semblance   of   balance   to   be   found   there.

❛    millennia   of   this   shit   will   do   that   to   you,   ❜   he   threw   out,   more   than   he   would   likely   comment   towards   anyone   else   and   with   a   small   touch   of   bitterness   to   boot.   there   were   sights   he   missed   and   sights   he   found   peaceful,   still,   but   it   felt   as   though   these   came   at   a   cost,   with   his   heart   paying   a   price   each   time,   and   there   was   only   so   much   of   it   left   after   everything   he   had   already   gone   through   that   he   would   rather   see   the   world   as   dull   than   part   with   any   more.

Of course, in the end, the situation was hardly only for Yulan's benefit and the golden archer would absolutely find his own enjoyment in it.

in   the   end,   he   still   failed   to   understand   precisely   why   his   version   of   him   seemed   so   markedly   hostile   towards   the   younger   one,   as   plain   opposition   didn't   strike   yulan   to   be   vexing   enough,   but   gilgamesh   was   an   admittedly   unique   character   to   begin   with,   so   it   didn't   come   as   that   much   of   a   surprise   to   think   he   may   plainly   be   dramatic   about   it.

Hey wait a second—

"Does it not make for an equally boring story when it is known all efforts will consistently fail? Why waste my time? Things could be infinitely more interesting were the author not a simple minded fool with not a crumb of creativity." He closes the book and tosses it away, allowing it to tumble across the floor.

❛    dickhead,   ❜   he   exhaled,   though   there   was   a   subtle   fondness   to   it,   prompted   by   that   admittedly   charming   laughter   of   his.   that   his   reaction   struck   him   as   dismissive   and   predictably   patronising   was   fine,   though   being   called   lovely   and   adorable   certainly   still   left   him   faintly   miffed.

There is a small squint that comes to the Tyrant's eyes when he sees this hesitation, the pause that comes with thought, and the decision to shy away. 'Ah, his reactions are always so delicious.'

"I have summoned Vimana as I wish to explore you in a new manner. You seem unfazed by the height, the view, but I presume such is due to this world of color having grown dull to you." One day, they will do this again. And when that time comes, Gilgamesh looks forward to the way Yulan's eyes observe the horizon with awe and appreciation. The King pulls away, but does not relinquish his hold on the other man's hand, tugging him along toward the throne that he is quick to sit upon.

it   felt   slightly   conflicting,   the   way   he   described   him,   to   yulan's   impression   of   gilgamesh,   but   it   was   precisely   that   discrepancy   that   bothered   him.   were   it   to   prove   a   relatively   factual,   accurate   explanation   then   perhaps   he   truly   had   gotten   himself   into   more   trouble   than   he   had   even   originally   bargained   for,   mainly   because   he   felt   continuously   opposed   to   any   opinions   that   painted   gilgamesh   as   quite   so   monstrous.   more   likely   than   not,   though,   there   was   no   small   amount   of   projecting   at   play.

"We are fundamentally different in nature, and he gazes upon my existence with distain. I'm a reminder of what he used to be, the one who was beloved by his people and adored them in return. He sees me as naive and overly generous, believing that holding another's happiness and well being above his own is something foolish despite it being his duty."

It really was unfortunate. Gil knew he had the capacity for greatness, knew he could be an incredible king. Where in the world did it go wrong enough for him to become... like that?

it’s basically Gilgamesh and Cú if someone had wished for them (individually) to be revived or resurrected and all their spirit origins are removed from the ether pool to combine into their original beings with their full memories about their life as well as servant experiences

I consider

I plan

it’s basically Gilgamesh and Cú if someone had wished for them (individually) to be revived or resurrected and all their spirit origins are removed from the ether pool to combine into their original beings with their full memories about their life as well as servant experiences

I consider

I plan