enûma eliš

The Archer takes the opportunity to hold hands with Enkidu, still beaming. He casually leans against the other, almost draping himself over the Lancer in a manner reminiscent of a cat.

“Hahaha, playing shy now?”

the lancer takes no wasted time in running thin fingers through the golden hair of the king. the archer is comfortable, it seems, and enkidu is happy with that. a peach is reached for, chewed on before offering a bite to the other.

“Thank you! This tantrum he’s throwing is cutting into my event farming time!”

     “It would be a great help if you did. You do know Gilgamesh best, after all.” She’s not going turn down his help in calming down Gilgamesh when he gets crazy like this.

“yeah, true,”

“Please. I’ll even give you a max limit broken kaleidoscope just to stop him asap.”

“Oh, you know. Gilgamesh going on a rampage and he needs a beating to calm down. Fairly standard day-to-day stuff.”

“do i need to step in?”

“... what’s happening?”

enkidu is surprisingly good with children, which is why it’s common to see enkidu working with the younger servants within chaldea. what is strange, however, is while the lancer is good with other peoples’ children, enkidu is a fucking terrible parent. the lancer is clueless on raising a baby from birth to adulthood, and would most likely hold the crying child upside down or accidentally traumatize the child for life without realizing it solely because enkidu is that terrible a parent. whilst enkidu can care for someone else’s child without problems, raising one is a completely different scenario for the lancer.

“you missed me, hm? i suppose i missed you too, dear friend.”

enkidu responded, tone amused as pale fingers delicately wove through gold locks. of course the king of heroes was sulking, and with a practiced hand did the lancer grasp a grape, pressing it delicately to gilgamesh’s lips as an offering to shut him up for a moment or two.

“we’ve talked about this: mongrels are people, gilgamesh. call them by correct terms. i don’t think they picked on you to pick on you, it was more to perhaps befriend you. you should really make more friends, you know: you’ll need them in the long run.”

enkidu’s words were hypocritical: while the lancer was friendly, the only friend enkidu called a friend was gilgamesh. but unlike the king, the lancer was but a tool, and therefore did not deserve friendship outside of the friendship with gilgamesh.

Don’t know what you’re talking about muffin, I ended the world with Ishtar so there was no fucking on my behalf at all .

I BOTTOM FOR NO ONE! EVERYONE BOTTOMS FOR ME

they can’t be a trap if they don’t have a gender to begin with –