WEIGHT OF THE SUN.

there was never a shortage of things to do in the city, whether you were a night-owl who rose once the streetlamps flickered to life, or whether you were an average sort of daytime person, rising with the sun as human beings were meant. as he is quite simply neither, gilgamesh saw the life both at night and within the daytime, often sleeping for odd hours before waking up with no care as to what the true time was. he worked on his own schedule; going places when he needed or wanted and obeying no other timetable but his own, most of which including very little productivity.

but on a night when the heat was so intense that seats clung to naked backs, bedding smothered sleeping bodies like a swaddled cocoon and air conditioning hummed amongst every housing block, gilgamesh did find something of interest to do. it was late enough for the sky to lose its trails of crimson and instead be mostly dark, with the odd artificial star for good measure. beneath it, the fog of the criminal hub’s most prominent sector lay thick upon the horizon like icing lining a grim-looking cake. but gilgamesh stood out, as he always did. jewels tingled and jangled together as he walked, his loose-fitting clothes fanning as he went.

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             ┏ ⋮ ✖ ⋮ ━ ▶ “WHAT. THE. HELL!”

             Those three words erupted from his mouth when the vines latching onto his legs tightened their grip, refusing to let their newly acquired prisoner go. The view of the world from his perspective was suddenly vertically flipped, a result of the state his dangling body was in. Blood was rushing to his head, but his rage was the real cause behind his reddened face. “Fucking let me go you piece of shits!” Raising the upper part of his body up, he wrapped his fingers around a vine and attempted to blow it up, only to find out that it had no effect whatsoever. 

                                                                                          Fan – fucking – tastic.

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The King of Heroes; a name that he’d not soon forget. It was getting harder and harder to conceal his presence when faced with other servants. Gilgamesh is no exception, loudly calling Arthur’s name. Try as the King of Knights would to hide his appearance ( the hood was no help at all to those who were familiar with his armor ) without prevail, it’d been easy to deduce his identity. Worst of all, he had no reason to speak to the golden archer and merely wanted to be on his way. It seems that’s not possible, now. “I have no business with you here, we are not in any war.”

BONUS SCENE ---- ( GILGAMESH RANK 4.5 // KISSING DAY )

“ hm? you would play a fool to bother me with such trivial requests as this? have you no better use of your time, master? “ he says that final word with enough of a tone to raise hairs upon the back of any neck present. “ that expression, it suits you well. that look of pleading and begging, i shall never tire of seeing it. “ a compliment? an insult? he smiles and it’s a colder smile than most; lips curling into a venomous sort with his eyes glinting fiery and warning. he rises, the world seeming to shrink several sizes shorter than he as he stands tall and proud without a kink in his frame. his master sits with his jaw agape, likely not expected such a response from the king of heroes --- a response which seems very much like a ‘ yes ‘. 

gilgamesh seizes his master’s chin, dragging his vision skywards so that he may look into the eyes of the servant he does not truly deserve, and yet has been blessed with regardless. the eyes of the servant who could crush his skull in a breath, without a thought. the servant who’s legend speaks of wonder, of glory and of power eternal. “ and you lie, even now. asking so much of me, it seems to be a habit of yours. perhaps this shall silence your pitiful mewls. “ and he forces them both into a kiss; lips not starved nor hungry for interaction, but demanding and conquering the flesh it meets, a hard press of his smirk against his master’s worried expression. 

there was little to do with hunting, from what he’d managed to find out at least, despite the assured fact that an aquatic beast did roam one sector bathed in endless water, thick and streamed with something that looked too heavy to be merely oil and dirt. yes, the place was filthy but a creature did bask within its depths and it became no mere idea that gilgamesh was due to slay it for a price large enough to suit his needs for now, but a planned arranged. a desirable end. he purchased a sword, a chain, a knife, a spear and a bow alongside a quiver of arrows. each weapon would serve some purpose greater than the coins themselves thus he spent the last of his funds acquiring them.

it did not take long for dawn to break, the KING OF HEROES clad in his shed form of knee-cut trousers and not much else. the gold about his neck still remained, sparkling as the sunshine swarmed across it to dazzle the world. the water lapped against his toes though there was no ocean so a current seemed impossible. ah, impossibility. he knew of it as well as he knew the dark skin of his hands, those digits painted some saturated bronze. only once the wind had filled his lungs with swollen breath did he find himself being watched. he turned, with golden spear in hand as he was caught organising his make-do treasury. “ an audience? and here i had assumed these early hours would be met by no other than myself. “ he snorted, spare hand framing the bare skin of his hip. “ if you wish to become useful, there is a space spare for the role of BAIT. your life would only be in danger for a moment, i assure you. “ not that he cared either way should the stranger become mere breakfast for the beast.

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    Was this the afterlife? If so, then the stars sure has a funny way of showing it. A dystopian city that echoed bits and pieces of the crown city itself and yet, undoubtedly unique on its own. This one, the one they call the Hive, seemed better off, considering the state of Insomnia when he left it.

    “Not my idea of retirement,” Nyx muttered to himself, not sure how to take such a dramatic turn of events. Frankly, he’s at a loss. Perhaps a word or two from a nearby man, one who utterly emanated regality, might offer the wayward glaive a direction?

“ i suppose this the time in which i offer you some rather devastating news, hm. retirement might be a little far afield, regardless of whatever ‘work’ you did before. “ oh yes, he had heard that little whisper. he took to pocketing one of his hands, fist slipping within the fabric of his leather pants before he relaxed some into his own posture. he sized the stranger up, with a pair of eyes used to criticising one’s foes, yet to smile or indeed show any sign of friendliness at all really, other than the almost-gentle warning of his tone. 

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you just want me to indulge you personally. i am okay with this. 

so shirou as a character is very... well, he’s the hero and thus possesses heroic traits that gilgamesh just being... a normal person i guess, would be able to recognise as “typically heroic.” eg. loyalty, bravery, chivalrous ( in some regards ), wanting to overcome evils and all that good, protag shit heroes usually are. not to say gilgamesh isn’t any of those things himself ( he’s brave, overcame evils in the epic ) but shirou is kind of almost exaggerating those traits. i think that’s an important distinction to make right off, that whilst both of them are “heroes” they are different kinds of heroes and shirou is very very different in terms of ideology and belief when it comes to a gilgamesh comparison.

i would feel very sorry for shirou to summon gilgamesh as a servant because, whilst gilgamesh is very strong and omnipotent, he also has his own goals which differ to those of shirou’s which would probably be... tedious when compared to the king of heroes’ own. i think a lot of people would assume gil would purposely make life harder for shirou, that he’d stagger the chance of shirou winning and then turn it around last minute. essentially making it a game and making shirou work for a victory. i feel like, whilst that might happen once, it wouldn’t be a consistent thing within their master/servant relationship. instead, i feel like gilgamesh might impart wisdom with a sort of, condescending tone. he might find it amusing to listen to shirou ramble on as he does, but find it rather easy to just lie back and let his master worry over him ( worry, err as in serving him, i suppose haha. more wine for you, mister king of heroes? ) ultimately shirou isn’t that interesting to gilgamesh, not as interesting as he would be when stretched to his limits and doing something “””heroic””” eg. self sacrificing. that might be entertaining enough, but for the most part he’d just leave shirou alone, literally. i imagine he’d just disappear leaving shirou to panic and then only returning when he’s close to being impaled by another servant. he’s not there to serve, but to have his time occupied. 

though, gil wouldn’t be too happy about being summoned by shirou, as it’s likely to be an accident and undeserving ( not that anyone really DESERVES him but, eh, you know ) with shirou not being prepared at all to house someone like gilgamesh let alone use him effectively. he’s out of his depths with gilgamesh and whilst gil would probably use that to his advantage to play either subtly play shirou into his own game or just leave him to own devices, he’d rather have someone who isn’t so lowly as his master, for appearances and convenience sake.

god, imagine an h-scene for gilgamesh and shirou. 

so yeah my thoughts would ultimately be, it would be a shit time for shirou maybe, but not necessarily. gilgamesh might just carry him through it with amusement or he could purposely make it hellish really. i think it really depends on how shirou talks to him, what he does in this version etc. those displays of heroism might just keep him alive, despite them being things gilgamesh finds more tedious than heroic in his sense. it’s quite interesting to think about, two heroes of really differing mindsets though tbh even comparing them as heroes seems unfair since gilgamesh is considered more a villain in f/sn than he is a hero by the same definition. gilgamesh can at least recognise the traits of a good person, even if he doesn’t agree or like them. it’s those traits that make a person do stupid things. stupid things often funny. 

     He stretches upwards to be level with the other, rocking back and forth on his heels momentarily to level himself despite the few centimeters that separate the two in height- even before their meeting post-mortem, his stature has served him a disservice before especially when propped beside his even taller wife, not that he has ever minded. A giddy sort of excitement pools forth as evidenced by the all too eager laughter that he projects in the face of familiar company- there have been passing glances to catch those who draw little more than unease whose distance is welcome. In stark contrast, the welcome sight of as grand a ruler as Gilgamesh returns his characteristic avidity from its dormant state to replace the prior melancholy.

               “It is no surprise that many play pretend in a land where there are few who can prove their acts of grandeur wrong- it must be amusing to see them grab at whatever noble airs that they may assume comes with kingship!”

           “But we may never know ; they may be honest in their proclamations with how few even acknowledge royalty’s existence. I had never believed there to be rulers close to my level and yet here we are.” A chuckle rattles his shoulders, the clicks of gold that drape at his collar and over his shoulders coupling the bell tones of his voice to pull his smile even brighter. “I have not been here long, at least in comparison to the many weeks from Egypt. Ten days at most, I would say. From yours as well as several other Servants’ reactions, I assume that you’ve had a rather long stay?”

it was a welcomed sort of recognition which sprung to mind, since the man who stood before him was not of some half-supposed ideal that he would sooner laugh at than applaud. though differences were worn upon their sleeves, they did little to sway gilgamesh at least from wanting to engage in some form of conversation with another ruler, a ruler whose divinity did shine akin to the very sun itself. even he could recognise that much, though he knew them not to be brethren or indeed strictly friends. a complication relationship perhaps, but not one he thought too much on.

“ i wouldn’t liken any such people to myself or indeed you. to do so would be an insult, so i shall merely let them be. “ after all, if vermin wanted to play lion, it would only make for a fitting warning, without even so much as causing gilgamesh to raise a hand or breathe a word. quite the spectacle, he was sure. “ hm, time passes so differently here it feels like almost no time at all since i first arrived here. “ he relaxed within the glaring warmth of the sun, bangles chiming and fabrics billowing within the gentle breeze. “ several months, perhaps more. i do not keep track. “