FIRE & GOLD

Indie FFXV Gilgamesh, written by Calis

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         Written by Calis.

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leorugiet:

“If they happen to survive, then they will be better for it.”

“I would relish in their slaughter, had I learnt of this sooner.”

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Baptized by fire.

“The only justice they deserve is death.”

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“This generation is weak.”

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Braids Gilgamesh's hair with precious jewels and pieces of gold and ribbon.

It was quieter like this, just them. As Ardyn sat upon an ottoman, Gilgamesh’s back to his knees, and it was a guiltily wanted silence. It sounded like all the moments when he’d wanted to say something, of all those golden sunsets he spent at the Tempering Grounds in such tormented regret he would’ve been content to tear his heart out and let it rot into sand. It welled sickly, despite how much he relished this, wanted Ardyn’s touch forever and nothing more. Just when Ardyn was to swipe another strand of hair, Gilgamesh caught his hand over his shoulder and slowly overlapped it with his own, throat tightening wretchedly. “…Ana Uhibboka, habibi.”

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glacixn:

        It was rare for her to come across someone that knew her, truly knew her, but here she was, face to face with the blade master of legend. How had he come to leave his dwelling, she did not know, but as the days grew shorter and the nights longer, many strange things were coming to pass, many things they did not foresee and have no control over. Perhaps this was simply another one of those things, something to strike off the list? But she bore him no ill will, it wasn’t her place to hold grudges or harbour contempt for those who had made their own choices. Still, his words brought about a curiosity within her.

        ❝Does the master of the blade count himself among the dead he commands? Still, she is curious to the meaning of his words.❞

Though he had no reason to mistrust her, as she was messenger of the Glacian, but it was the face she wore. The face that appeared almost exactly like the Oracle’s, the first one ordained by his lord father, and it flared the unpleasantness of memories and guilt like a feline dropped into icy waters. Threatened. How rarely the Blademaster was unsettled, misplaced, only to remember how it was her face that had been the one to rain the last torture upon the Accursed. How Gilgamesh had done nothing despite the furies to disobey for once and save him. He’d tried, but the word of the Lord of the Skies usurped all. It was his human self, the god had scorned.

“I am not among them, but I am from an age long dead. I do not belong here. Much like--that face, yes. It does not belong to these times either.”

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“You’re slower to wake than me, this morning. Surely the General wouldn’t wish to be caught in my bed, and cause a scandal, would he?”

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Perhaps it wasn’t so unlike the Marshal to wish to be here, mystifying as it was that anyone would wish to linger in these halls of death and timeless decay. Patiently did the Blademaster sit amid his trove of swords, mask obviously impassive as the man once a boy sought strange comfort. Maybe because of his timelessness, maybe because a chasm already seeped in death was far more comforting than a world entrenched in the beginning of its own apocalypse. 

Scarlet gaze rose to meet that of the Marshal’s, silent invitation to linger as he wished. 

“You would thank me, then? How curious, marshal. It has barely felt like the blink of an eye in my immortality, while to you a life-age of the world has passed.”

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pelnakhaara:

Pelna’s head jerked at the sound of a voice, booming and ancient, and yet his limbs refused his command. His movements sluggish and uncoordinated as he struggled to sit up, something warm and sticky coating his fingers; leaving dark red stains on the dirt packed ground. Oh.

“You’re the god of death?” Pelna didn’t remember getting here, merely pain, a scream caught in the back of his throat, the sensation of falling. Death, he realized as his senses returned to him, was burning agony all over again.

Doubled over, the metallic taste of blood threatening to drown him, he turned to regard the ghost staring down at him. Did he seek strength? Yes, his mind whispered. Ever since his home had burned, ever since his mother had left and never returned, ever since he’d watched his friends ripped apart on the battlefield; yes. For all the good it would do him now.

“You’re kind, for a deity of the end.” A breathless chuckle that soon turned into a cough. “Though I guess everyone seeks strength these days.”

For the longest of moments. Gilgamesh stood as statuesque as his stature and repute oft told before kneeling with creaking joints to a pool of cave water, clear and cold, and lumbered over to the man who he dwarfed impressively. Genuflecting slowly, water held in cupped hands, crimson eyes darted to where the bleeding was worst. 

Holding his hands above the man, the water began to beam and boil like the sun had been submerged in it, hardly different from the Caelums’ ability to enchant substances and use them as healing potions. 

Some of the water trickled to Pelna’s abdomen or wherever he was injured the worst whilst the rest he tipped towards the man’s mouth to drink what he could before dousing the rest over his head in a semblance of some forgotten baptism. Once it seemed as though he’d done what could be, Gilgamesh moved away and studied the healing progress.

“Do not speak, else you will not properly heal. Be still,” the former Shield commanded, sitting nearby with his hand propped on his kneecap.

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“ — Can you believe I wanted to be a courtesan?”

   The nobility of Accordo would have lapped at the chance to take a devotee, turning her into a spinning toy for political talk. Days would have been spent entertaining the social hierarchy, constant drunk endeavors, and indulging in the finest of arts. As a little girl, her eyes shined so bright at the idea, it was a dream to be that of a beautiful bird constantly at play, but life changed when she stumbled into the Crown City seeking refuge like many from the war torn Galahd. 

  Her back arched as her hands dropped from their stance, meditation had become stale. “I would have spent the nights playing with the elite of Altissia and my days giving offerings to the Leviathan. Seems hypocritical, but what do I know?” she laughed, silence then followed as she shook her head. “I do not wish to be the Shield, I want to be more. I seek to not shelter Kings or Queens, but everyone. How can I…? My magic is so weak”

”Perhaps.”

The Blademaster did not know this woman personally, but she did not seem like a person of shallow ambition, wishing and clawing for power like those of but temporal pursuits. Those whom he wished nothing to do with. He had encountered many in those days and it had only resulted in death of the seeker wishing for a brief glory, to say they had defeated the Lord of Blades, son of the God of War. Even in his past had there been those too decadent to tolerate, who saw his lieges as rungs to ladders of their own selfish make, who understood nothing of power’s burden.

“I no longer am bound to the Lord Bahamut’s decree that my purpose here be solely for the Chosen Shield to one day be tested and proven worthy. I can train you, however,” the behemoth of a demigod shifted, potent crimson stare piercing through the gloam, “it will not be an easy task. I have sundered many a man seeking power, and while your aim is selfless, it will not make it easier for you. Are you prepared for that?” 

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Sup my peeps? New Gigamesh blog here! Mainly centered around FFXV and takes a lot of inspo from the Epic of Gilgamesh. Multiship, multiverse, OC-friendly, panfandom–the whole works. Written by Calis.

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‘ promises you made to me – you said that you would stay with me whatever weather came our way. did you think for even a moment i would not promise the same? ’ he scoffs, lugging his pack more firmly onto his shoulders. ‘ whether it be a palace or a hole in the dirt, gilgamesh, i will be where you are. ’ / @izduber​. call ( accepting ).

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They were like brothers, the pair of them. A smile was granted towards Enkidu, sunny and golden. “And what has caused such sentimentality in you? You sound like the old poets, my friend,” Gilgamesh couldn’t help but laugh. “Come, let us not make promises like dead men and instead live our lives, my brother.”

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The lost and dead king. There were rumors that he’d been sighted, rumors that the King of Kings still walked among the living, but they were just rumors and Noctis was happy to leave it at that. He’d earned it. Maybe it was selfish.

No, it was definitely selfish.

It was cowardly, too.

“It’s justice for me. Besides. The people deserve a king who knows how to rule. All I know how to do is live selfishly then die. They deserve better than that.”

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Would it be if he could truly pity this forlorn king, the last of Somnus’ legacy. A man whom had relinquished himself to a living grave despite still being alive. Perhaps they had that in common, though his legacy had died a centuries even before the line of Izunia was begun. 

“The dawn has returned, yet you waste away, not even among your own people. Even if you were to abdicate your throne, you owe it to the world to see Lucis transition the way you mean for it to.”

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    A small laugh, slightly embarrassed, is hidden by a hand as the young princess turns to regard the tall man. She bends into a curtsy before replying to him, ❝There is nothing to forgive, Lord Gilgamesh. I’m sure you have far more important and pressing matters at hand than escorting a young woman through the gardens.❞

Even so brief of a meeting, she was exactly like Somnus in her own way, even if she resembled her mother more. Maybe even bearing shades of her uncle, a thing he wouldn’t dare utter aloud. “Would you believe that such duties extend to His Majesty’s daughter? Come, I’ve time yet, Highness.”

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leorugiet:

He cups his ear with the hand of Gilgamesh’s gauntlet. “What? Couldn’t hear you down here.”

“I see you’ve not matured since our last meeting.” Proceeds to tug down Cor’s beret over his eyes.

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