May 4, 2017
“GIL, REALLY?” He’s actually blushing, ladies and gentlemen.
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“GIL, REALLY?” He’s actually blushing, ladies and gentlemen.
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bladehoard replied to your post: Ronald Mc'IZUNIA
hey ardyn yer eye liner is running
Hey gilgamesh your arm is missing
“W-We can’t stop! We have to keep going!”
@bladehoard
bladehoard replied to your post “rumor has it you had a 'harem' ,,eyes,,”
' im a first hand source. i can talk '
“Yes, but again, you were part of the harem, so you’re biased.” He’s teasing you, really.
bladehoard replied to your post “@bladehoard replied to your post ““Oh, goodness– dear Prompto,...”
' do not speak on my behalf. no one requires your input on this. ' >:/
“Oh, but you do! How else will you learn how to interact with the young’uns around here? You always were so stiff sometimes~” He’s so enjoying this.
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@bladehoard (from x)
“Am I nothing, then? Perhaps. I’m not who I was, that much is certain, Gilgamesh.” He can’t be who he was -- two thousand years is enough to change anyone, no matter who they are or what circumstances caused them to live -- or exist -- so long. It’s not often, however, that he misses the man he used to be (time has scabbed that wound over and bitterness and, yes, hate, are ample distractions from the pain).
Now, though, standing before his Shield and his friend -- a spirit now, nothing more...oh, how he misses it.
“I have changed,” he agrees. “And not for the better. I wield much more and much less than I once did, my old friend. And I can’t say what’s worse.” And gods, he’s sorry for it. Ashamed to stand before a man he had once been so close to like this, as the monster he is now.
‘ not so difficult a cavern to find as old lore would project. ’ a metal appendage is extended outwards, the very tips of clawed fingers scraping gently along the wet walls of the cavern’s entrance. ‘ i expect not a mere jaunt. you- ’ he speaks now to the few men in his personal retinue, and waves them off with his free hand.
‘ you will not be needed. maintain altitude above the area until refueling becomes a necessity. ’ a sentiment of “if i take that long to attempt these trials, there’s no use in you waiting for me” remains unspoken. ‘ leave. ’ / @bladehoard.