#rosaxui

[ rin vc: kirei pls visit hell and never come back ]

There was nothing else to feel but grim starvation and great despair.

In the evening sky, the heavy downpour continued without remorse. Bathed in blood and severe wounds, the Sumerian King laid on the muddy ground. His golden armor smeared with filth. His pale skin knowing no comfort in the drench. What used to be an evident representation of the divine, pathetically reduced to an expendable shell. There was a hollow laughter that he could hear, perhaps from his own mouth, but he couldn't quite tell. The sound of raindrops happened to be louder than every noise he could make. What brought him in this despicable situation? He knew fairly well. Still, the King of Uruk felt as if he had slept for a long time and had lived an ambitious life in his dream-- a dream wherein he was not alone in his thoughts, and his body did not feel the harshness of the cold-- only to wake up with the daunting reality before him that he had failed. In his wandering, in his search for immortality... he had found nothing but a restless fear. The unsightly body of his dear friend who had recently perished flashed once again into the back of his mind... and he felt his stomach ill.

He endured a long cough, unintentionally gargling the dewdrops from heaven. The mortal named Gilgamesh gazed at the distance sky, realizing his own weakness, his own arrogance in the face of the world. A smile stretched to his lips. He remembers. The King of Heroes raised his hand towards the sky, attempting to capture the emerging moon which continued to hide from the glowing clouds. With his back pinned on the ground, he was powerless to bring it forth. Regardless, there's a reason why he is here. Why he had returned to the time wherein he knew so little of himself and his people. There was a promise that the ancient ruler had made with someone who had imprisoned his heart. Even if the distance did not permit it, the stars will speak of his adoration no matter the time and place, for the Gods have willed it, regardless of the endless scorn that remained in his heart for them.

"Do you see it, Rin?"

The smile of Gilgamesh outstretched, recalling the times he had spent with the woman he had not expected that he would come to passionately love, so much that even if the war had already been done and over with, he still laid there, remembering everything and defying the Throne with all of his feral might. Those restless fingers could only trace the faint linings painted on the sky, hoping... no. More than anyone, he knew better that the stars will get his thoughts across without fail. It is the only thing he could do at this moment, but he vowed to himself that soon they will be reunited, for his body remembers her skin and his heart could remember her touches. There was not a single memory omitted in his mind. What was it, if not a sturdy proof, that their love is impossible to fade? It challenges the trials of time, place and plane of existence. It transcends the natural laws of the world-- for it is true in all departments. It is the most prized treasure in this world that cannot be measured or weighed.

"My ardent affections?" The King of Heroes raised his voice, beckoning the stars and not minding the presence of the rain. To defy the universe is a feat only possible to a man like him. "My burning yearning for you? The stars have aligned in the skies to relay a message of mine. You have been dearly missed by me, and thus..." He is the son of Lugalbanda and Ninsun. For Gilgamesh, there is nothing that he could not accomplish. Even if it would take a huge amount of time, to clasp her gently on his arms again is a grand event that he'd pour his entire heart into anticipating in full.

He had used all of his remaining strength to stand up from the pool of dirt, bruised knees scrapping further on weathered boulders. Still, the King had presented himself before the skies. Though his hair might have been damp and he was nothing but unsightly, the heaven's will not ignore one who could not be rivaled.

Though faithful in his action that he would be heard by her, the same could not be said to him. Crimson eyes met the scattered stars, each of their own prominent light, glowing most reliably with his blessings and remaining strength imbued into them. A sense of accomplishment dawned upon the Uruk King as he glanced at his armored hands. A train of thought followed, a set of questions for himself. What is she doing now? What is she thinking? What is running through her mind? Self-assurance crossed his now bright and hopeful path, confident that she had not ceased in pondering about him even now.

"Someday, I will come to complete you once more, Rin."

Should that time arrive, I shall hope you are most prepared for my presence. For I will not allow you to selfishly depart my side ever again. When the stars finally will it. When the moon finally abides. When the sun rises to seek your tender gaze.

I will seek shelter in your arms. I will hold you with incomparable care. I will bring you overwhelming joy.

              “Save from some lack of sleep I’m perfectly fine, master. You don’t get hugged often, do you?” He can’t imagine other reason why this got her so flusttered.

As much sense as it would make, Thoth still couldn’t see the allure. A skirt for easy movement, but then the addition of extra pieces of clothing. Why not simply wear pants made for such a thing... or why did she not just wear shorts? There was less of a chance of that article of clothing being caught on something. Brows furrow for a few moments, the God still finding the flaws in her reasoning.