#thefalsechild

The chill of the Eidolon air disturbed his blonde hair, made his eyes flutter shut as a shiver ran through him, making him pull his blanket tighter around his form. He was about to bark out a demand to shut the damn door and get inside already, but when he looked to glare at the one who entered, his expression was quick to soften. That green hair... it could only be one of two people, but he recognized that coat, those boots--those weren’t the same ones he had procured for Enkidu. 

“Kingu, come. You received that bit of hot chocolate mix as well, yes?” Gilgamesh called from where he sat before the fire of the bunk house stove, bundled up in a blanket with just one hand held out. He was delicately holding the handle of a metal cup, gently rotating it as he heated the milk within. “Grab a mug from the cupboard and sit with me. It’ll warm you up well enough.”

A pause, a smile. 

A long and measured sigh left this King, as he slowly and carefully lowered his body into the hot spring waters, such a stark contrast to the outer air that plunging himself too quickly would surely result in too much discomfort, if not outright pain. 

Soon enough, he was up to his neck, and he could bask in it. He hadn’t felt such warmth since he arrived, and it was fortunate he finally had a good excuse to enjoy these hot springs...and with a friend. He moved to rest his arms up on the side of the pool, red eyes looking up to Kingu who hadn’t even abandoned his towel yet. 

“Well? You can’t enjoy these springs or help me retrieve this lost comb if you won’t get in. No use being shy.”

And finally, in the warmth of the bunk house, this unsuitable home, Gilgamesh let his shoulders drop. Layers of fur and cloth were stripped from him, simply leaving them on the floor for now as he made his way to the bunk room, until he was left in a pair of pants and little more than his gold gauntlet and crown. Even those would be removed, as his eyes met the violet of his friend’s, placing the treasures onto Kingu’s bed as he knelt before his seated form. He was not sure whether Kingu was just getting up, or just moving to lay down, but he was there and convenient, and Gilgamesh’s eyelids were heavy...

Desc: The Crystal isn’t only known for the hearty meals and good ale it can provide travelers and villagers alike. I’m quite skilled at brewing home-made remedies, too. Please gather some ribbonfloss grass and lilium gelatin for me. It will come in handy when you have a sore throat—and it tastes quite good to boot.

You can find both ingredients near the docks. Lilium gelatin can be found near the water, and ribbonfloss grass grows where it’s dry.

The sun dancing on the ocean is a welcome sight no matter what, though you must admit you preferred the warm sandy beaches of southern Hyrule. You’ve gathered a good tangle of the grass, which you’d seen around before, so now it’s time to search the waters for the... jelly stuff.

You should have anticipated by the name how weird it feels to pick up with your bare hands. Less solid than chuchu jelly, and uncomfortably cold in the frigid air. Fortunately, you were given a waterproof container to carry it in. Sharp eyes fixed on the ground, you traverse the shoreline, gathering all the gelatin you can find.

A flicker of movement in the shallows catches your attention, and you are surprised to see the large shape of a fish. Beyond it, beneath the murky waves, you can make out more of them.

If you were to wade out to them, they would surely get away first. But, maybe...

Your plans don’t need to be considered beyond the word ‘maybe’. You’ve already set down your gathered resources and shed your outer layer of clothing, dashing barefoot for the nearest dock. Your steps are light on the weathered wood, careful to disturb the water as little as possible as you stalk your way to the end. Are there always this many fish at the docks? In the depths below, a whole school flits about, and you can’t believe you’ve been trading for your fish this whole time.

With all the fishing boats out at sea and seemingly no one around to stop you, you take a graceful dive, slipping into the water with hardly a splash.

And then immediately start splashing. The cold grips your chest like a vise, and you gasp for air, choking on briny seawater. The fish slip as easily from your mind as from your reach as you flail for something to hold onto.

muse name(s): Gilgamesh (Caster) & Kingu

task name: Hair Day Crisis

date submitted: 1/29

link to thread or drabble and/or word counts: thread link | Gilgamesh - 1431 | Kingu - 1306

You’re an absolute life saver!! Thanks so much, my hair can be tamed in peace now… At least it isn’t long as sin as it used to be. Trying to work through what I have with just my fingers has already been it’s own nightmare… ( ´ᆺ` ) 

Feel free to drop by the springs anytime! I’ll whip up something special for you. After all, I’ve learned from the very best! 

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #4.

Your Grail sits upon your mattress… you feel your life within it, but it appears to lack any other power.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.