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       ♚ ▌█ THEY’D BEEN READING FOR HOURS, though he was uncertain of how many—time had grown nighirrelevant for the ancient king. It seemed both he and Merlin had grownaccustomed to one another’s company over the past few months.

       Thoughthe Kingmaker had certainly grown bolder.

       Theoffer hadn’t necessarily been expected, but Gil was hardly surprised at it allthe same. Merlin was a half-blood incubus after all and—much like his ancestors—hefed off the emotions and dreams of those around him. It was likely far moreefficient to do so while in physical contact with whomever happened to catch hiseye, if the Wise King of Uruk were to venture a guess.

       Andto be honest, the blond was perhaps even more exhausted than usual—he’d felthimself beginning to drift in an out of an uneasy slumber as he attempted to readthe tome opened upon his lap. Perhaps that was part of what had prompted the ‘GrandCaster’ to so openly offer his own self as a pillow.

       Anamused sound escaped the faux magus, ❝How bold of you, to think yourself worthyof having this king lay upon you.❞ Gilgamesh paused momentarily as heconsidered the offer. He had to admit he was tempted, despite knowing exactlywhat the other was. It would be mutually beneficial for them, as Merlin seemedto have been having difficulty sustaining himself since arriving on this mysteriousisland, and the other’s lap would likely serve as an adequate pillow for the ancient king. Perhaps he would have a decent night’s sleep for once...

       ❝Youmay rejoice, I’m feeling generous,❞ he replied at length before letting out a tiredsigh. Placing a bookmark between the pages, Gil closed the tome before setting itaside. Resituating himself, the male decided to sprawl out on the couch they’d beensharing. Head now resting upon the incubus’s lap. 

        ﴾ ♚ ﴿ THE ANCIENT KING COULDN’T HELP BUT SIGH in aggravation as another attempt to summon one of his magical staves resulted in him retrieving yet another the offensive shoes from his treasury. Whoever had affected his glorious Golden Capital in such a way would most certainly have hell to pay once he managed to properly access the damn thing…

       And who the hell designed this monstrosity of a shoe anyway? Ugh. If they hadn’t already been executed, Caster would make sure they paid their due for unleashing such an atrocity into society.

       Proceeding to toss the useless object over his shoulder, Gilgamesh heard it collide with a peculiar thud. That… certainly didn’t sound like the wall or floor. Ruby eyes glanced back to see what the item had struck only to see a familiar figure he hadn’t been expecting. (Yet at the same time, he couldn’t say he was surprised.)

       The Magus of Flowers was at least preferable to the undead that were currently overrunning the streets. Thankfully, it seemed this secluded niche was still safe for the time being. The perpetually exhausted king could feel his fatigue truly catching up with him now. Using his gates so freely appeared to have drained a substantial amount of his—now rather limited—mana supply. Thus, why he’d chosen to take a brief reprieve from finding a proper stronghold.

Apparently this stranger knew Kingu, but not well enough to tell them apart. Enkidu was not sure that they could tell them apart from that information. Both of them were aggressive. Enkidu loved nature, yes, but they were unaware of Kingu’s opinion on the matter. 

How did this person know them anyway? Another summoning? Was this Chaldea again? They weren’t made for this. They pointed at themself. 

“Just doing my duty, your majesty. And sometimes, when a lesson needs to be learned? It needs to be learned the hard way.” In other words: You’re on your own, buddy.

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      HE DID NOT STORM IN WITH A THOUSAND-FLOWER FLURRY, as she suspected he would. Arturia could not begin to fathom why he’d hesitated on simply entering with his usual fanfare when he’d the freedom of trespassing whenever he’d liked. ( A reckless form of endangerment he’d scold, most likely. ) She may have come to miss his intrusive episodes during the days she’d wake late, before she employed chambermaids to tend her beck and calls, as well as her messy bedhead. The mass of signature braids coiled ‘round her crown do miss his prim finishes.

      “Merlin, did you do all this yourself?” She spoke to no one in particular. Silence answered, reminding her of their placement here and their inability to cloak themselves at whim. Still, the tips of her ears tensed, as if patiently awaiting his last-minute entry. Finally, she accepts reality and immerses herself in the aroma of vanilla. Was he always a baker, she wondered? If so, shame on him for not relieving Camelot’s pâtissiers from their duties. The Knights would have grossly enjoyed such sweets in secret.

      Nevertheless, only she would enjoy the privilege today. Sampling a smidge of the cake, she moves about and nestles a bed of the origami flowers within a glass box. It contained only her tiara, but it’d long been lonely without its accompanying regalia. With this, however, its look was complete.

                       Come to think of it, were they not in possession of phones? While she could scarcely care for the contraption on regular days, she couldn’t restrain herself from browsing her list of available contacts until his name appeared. 

       ﴾ ♚ ﴿ THE ANCIENT KING HAD FOUND HIMSELF SPENDING MORE TIME with the Magus of Flowers as of late. Despite the other’s antics posing an annoyance from time to time, he still found the other’s company agreeable, especially when compared to many of the other residents of this strange city. The two of them had formed… something akin to an alliance? Having ‘summoned’ Merlin once before, the King of Men occasionally found himself considering the mage a vassal of sorts. Or perhaps even something like an advisor…

       Not that he required the other’s help, of course. It was likely he’d merely grown accustomed to having Siduri around back in Uruk and Merlin was acting as a reasonable substitute.

       At least, that was the reasoning he provided for himself.

       Though there was a chill in the air, Gilgamesh noted absentmindedly, after having sent the other off to fetch him something to drink. Glancing around the small room—( honestly, who designed these bedchambers? They were entirely inadequate! )—serpentine eyes spotted the signature cloak worn by the infamous mage. The colors weren’t so much to his tastes, but it would likely prove acceptable for the time being.

       Draping the fabric over his shoulders, the king pulled the hood over his head as to help keep himself warm. As he did, the distinct smell that was undoubtedly Merlin washed over him. Floral, unsurprisingly, and Gilgamesh found himself wondering if this was the scent of Avalon’s unique blooms. Beyond that however, there was a hint of something more exotic and alluring—due to his half-breed blood, perhaps? Everything about an incubus was meant to entice their prey and lull them into a daze. It made sense that even their scent was another weapon in their arsenal.

       When the Caster in question returned with a bottle of wine, Gilgamesh couldn’t help but be inwardly amused at the other’s expression upon seeing the King of Uruk draped in his cape and hood. The half-breed was quick to recover however, offering an earnest compliment accompanied by an amused spark in his own eyes. The contemplative expression on Merlin’s face had the faux magus wondering if the other was appraising him—not that Gil could fault him for it. He was the epitome of both human and godly beauty, having been designed as such.

       And that brief, almost hungry glint in the other’s gemlike eyes did not go unnoticed.

       As Merlin hurriedly moved away to pour each of them a glass of wine, the regal man felt his lips twitch in amusement. How long had it been since the other had last ‘fed?’ Or was it this scenario that had the half-breed’s incubus instincts acting up?

       Deciding to grace the mage’s question with an answer, he explained nonchalantly, ❝ There’s a chill in the air today. I used your cloak to amend the problem. ❞ Though the cold was likely due to both the time of year and that he hadn’t bothered to switch into his modern clothing. Excessive amounts of heat tended to make him drowsy, thus why his usual garments of choice displayed… more than he generally allowed most mongrels to see.

 @flodeuyn | [ invite ] your muse inviting mine to sit on their lap. | from x

       〚 ♘ 〛  ❝ … ?!❞

         For longer thanhe was proud of, Diarmuid could only stare in shock.

        ❝I have nointention of sitting in your lap, Merlin,❞  he declined, cheeks a bright redfrom having been flustered so. It was bad enough they barely knew one another,let alone having the MAGUS OF FLOWERS flirt with(?) and/or tease him so boldly…