protector of humanity.

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MERLIN‌.

When he welcomes other unto self it is gladly, other finding home against him with barest of motions earning a breathy sigh. His body sings for the other, craves him as surely one might a drug, and he finds no shame in such. He, a creature of lust, of depravity, or reckless and desperate want which is wholly directed toward Gilgamesh for better or worse. That it is welcomed and reciprocated, well, all the better at the end of the day.

“No,” he chimes, appreciation for sound he earns himself from other man before he is pressed back into easy submission. There was something to be said for one who knew their desires and had no shame in claiming them, mark branded upon his neck deftly and as surely as they always were. That Merlin could simply heal the hurt was a matter never dealt, instead allowing mouth to work against him as he shifted himself at the pleasure which sought to mount. Which wished, desperately, for Gilgamesh and all it was he had to offer.

No, this man had never disappointed. By his very nature he could not, for divinity would always hold such illustrious appeal to the demonic. His mere existence was satisfaction enough, alluring and heady as he laughed once more with cant of hips in search of something. Anything.

“So remove them.” Fingers reach, curling into hem of Gilgamesh’s pants and drawing him closer, bringing bodies surely in alignment. Just as other was demanding so too was Merlin, reaching thereafter with tenderest caress of cheek. “Please.” Is reedy request, unashamed in the want which edged melodic tones.

       Satisfaction resonates in Gilgamesh’s hum, rightfully won by placating request in addition to a command that would have left ruler less than pleased. Such is the delicate balance Merlin knows how to tread, carefully weaving audacious approach with respectful tenderness in a dance very few could ever hope to master with Gilgamesh. Yet Merlin does, and for it he’s rewarded with another languid steal of lips, of mouth eagerly parted and tongue dancing in wild twirl of heated sentiment. A part of him believes himself to be enchanted, enraptured in all Merlin simply is by nature; he whose presence is an intoxicating thing, leaving him unable to quell the gentle, steady tremble of his heart. How terrifying.

       Oh, but any thoughts are chased away as the tug of his body warrants a jolt of pleasure at the slot of hips, at the delightful friction it creates, quiet moan of contentment wholly devoured by their kiss. A kiss he soon breaks in favor of drawing lower lip into his mouth to tease and relinquish with a soft pop, mischief alight in ruby pools. Distance is created only in the shift of weight as Gilgamesh leans up to ensnare the soft flesh of Merlin’s earlobe between his teeth, the sink of such none too harsh as he delivers a gratifying, throaty rumble. Laughter? A purr? It is difficult to tell. ❝ We have all the time in the world, ❞ sovereign murmurs against shell of ear upon release of the affronted lobe, fingers slowing to idle play at snowy robes.

       They open enough for his own hands to wander the expanse of clothed skin, painting reverence when thumbs slip under turtleneck layer to caress the smooth skin beneath. He finds himself lost in a swell of absolute yearning, hands catching fabric to raise it in venturing slide before Gilgamesh takes hold of Merlin’s hips, pulling his lower half upward to meet his own. ❝ I will delight in my treasure at my pace. ❞

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MERLIN‌.

No opportunity was ever missed by other as growl draws shudder, a reverberation of body before lips and tongue seek to make claim to him. It is a quest he consents to, incline of head offering starved man all the room he might need to have his fill, to find his fulfillment as he draws Merlin closer, closer– not close enough he thinks, shepherded back with sure steps until back of legs hit bed. Until he allows himself to topple, dragging King with him.

He might only offer breathy laugh to those words as he shifted upon fine silks, hand traversing once more to bared chest presented above him. The entire affair was perhaps a quandary for Gilgamesh in every way was the hunter in situation, beast driving his prey into desired position until opportune strike was found. And yet, just as surely, so too was Merlin. Gilgamesh was perhaps the truest prize he had ever had the pleasure of.

“Is that a promise? I’ll trust you not to disappoint me~” Thus far he had not, and nor did Merlin think he would ever, but to tease was his nature. One fulfilled surely between words and hands set to wandering, clever fingers searching familiar body for tender places which might coax sonorous response. 

       What a familiar stumble, a familiar sight: the splay of opalescent hair, paler now except in the prismatic catch of firelight. The molten movement of violet as it rakes his form, vermilion wandering in languorous perusal in return. The catch of breath in his throat at chime of laughter, like musical peals of a most brilliant instrument. One he takes pleasure in hearing intimately, dipping his form down to leave Merlin bereft of space save for his hand as it maps the gentle ripples of Gilgamesh’s abdomen.

       True to Merlin’s quest, he earns a rumble of appreciation deep in the throat of supernal monarch. Sage King finds chases lips once more, nestling himself between Merlin’s legs. ❝ Have I ever? ❞ Teasing in turn, or perhaps it is more akin to a display of natural arrogance he possesses; a haughtiness displayed in every confident movement, even, as hips roll against other in accentuation.

       Fingers tug knots of shawl loose in practiced precision, nose coaxing Merlin’s head back against the bed’s embrace so that Gilgamesh might mouth against his throat once more, pinching skin between his teeth in telltale mark before gently sucking the skin about his proffered wound. And still, fingers could never work quickly enough --- he will hardly ever understand it, how the magus could adventure about in such clothing.

       It draws him away enough to huff again, nostrils flaring in a discontent voiced often enough between their nightly escapades. ❝ You wear far too many layers. ❞

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MERLIN‌.

It is an intoxicating thing to find ones self under such ferocious attentions of a man such as he, one who is divine, who is steadfast, who is unyielding right until he does. Until Merlin is offered right to take in kind, to chase taste of him with daring tongue, permission heeded and used as wholly as one might have expected of one with his nature. This is a dance he knows for Gilgamesh has granted privilege of learning his particular crescendo, has shown him the tempest to which he moved.

That Merlin now moved with him? He would say it was only right for one serving their King, even one so terribly cruel as to part from him so soon. Too soon.

“Oh,” he chimes, delicate and soft in a way which belies all that he truly is. He is neither of those things, yet as he presses close and ghosts fingers against thrumming heart it might be easy to mistake. “Then if I am what you need, my dearest of Kings, perhaps you should take what is yours.” As he leans up once more hand curls to nape of other’s neck, bringing him just close enough for soft puff of breath to caress ear. “Whatever it is you desire, of course.”

       My dearest of Kings.

       For one whose life has been in servitude of kings (in so far as Gilgamesh can glean from Merlin’s future), such endearments are a weighty thing -- and one Gilgamesh bears as mantle of pride and freely given affection alike, irregardless of what truths it encompasses. Truths... truths that make inhuman heart featherlight in his chest, for all that he deigns to ignore the blossom of such a sentiment for this creature before him. This creature that would sooner claim him in return, fingers questing through golden locks, gently against barren chest. Gilgamesh is a beast who snarls at touch, yet for Merlin, he leans into it; into the steady cant they chase so easily, so naturally between them.

       His response is a low growl, lips taking this vantage to nip at jaw, at the smooth expanse of neck’s column; he tongues the spot where skin lurches in pulse, feeling the rhythm against his mouth, open and famished for the opportunity to sink his teeth in. Instead a metallic claw finds the catch of fabric, tugging hips closer to his own, and lips linger only a moment more before crimson searches violet for the same unearthly hunger.

       ❝ I intend to. ❞ The absence of his hand upon Merlin’s neck means only its presence elsewhere; to join the other at hips, to guide backward to soft surface of silken bed in an eagerness for his quarry. ❝ But to offer a needy creature such as myself anything I desire is the most dangerous game you might ever play, Merlin. Are you certain? ❞

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true love is letting me live vicariously through my muse because flower’s new header has me feeling A Lot

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MERLIN‌.

“You needy creature.” He says this of course, but it hardly stops him brushing close to capture lips with own. Why, he thinks, should he ever deny such a request? There was no reason at all.

       How the imputation would draw ire if Merlin were any lesser individual; alas, he receives only a huff of breath against the soft onslaught of lips. Gilgamesh seeks purchase in gently demanding sweeps of movement, the brush of tongue in a yearning for more. From Sage King is coaxed the curl of opaline tresses between fingers and golden claw alike, hand moving to trail the caress of thumb against line of jaw, along pointed ear, finally burying into the soft locks at the nape of the cambion’s neck.

       ---And he sighs openly, lips parting against Merlin’s, offering succinct entry of his own; what a dance it is, however, for he of capricious divinity! To tease such a rarity like the desire to be taken, only to part from the magus whilst gifting the languid drag of teeth against lower lip and the lingering curve of his smirk.

       ❝ For you. ❞ Husky simplicity. Gnawing hunger. Infernos in serpentine crimson. Heartbeats in an iron cage. It all spells the danger Gilgamesh is so achingly attracted to, that which is made manifest in the devastatingly beautiful demon before him.

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       @avallcnis, where are my kisses.

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MERLIN‌.

Ever the charming beast, but he supposed Gilgamesh really had no need for such for who did a king have to appease? This king especially, this man who stood at forefront of the beginning, why would he ever concede that much to another creature? Surely there was no need, and so Merlin followed quite without word to regard the table other man now stood before. “Of course.” He parrots, ever jovial.

“I have no preference in the form I take~” Say for perhaps the one he wore now, one most familiar to him and worn easily to point it was now no doubt simply part of who he was. “Ah, but yes. That form wouldn’t do me much good if you hope to fight demonic creations born of her.” Not that his magic couldn’t provide some security, though as it was perhaps it was best not to stretch him. Thoughtful hum and he turned, padding toward where ziggurat opened to night sky. 

A flourish and staff vanished, violet seeking ruby with soft smile. “Perhaps a dragon will suit your needs. They’re quite impressive!” Or so he believed, which was only warning king would get before seamless shift of fluffy man to hefty scaled beast. No wyvern was he, foreclaws scrapping stone as he pressed chest to ground with cant of body to side so other might heave himself up with as little indignance as possible.

       Quite impressive? Golden brow arched in unspoken curiosity as Sage King trailed in the wake of other, observing as magus changed shape to something far larger, far more bestial. Beautiful was Merlin still, and would be in any form he assumed -- or Gilgamesh presumed as much, treading about this opalescent “dragon” in his inspection. He’d grown accustomed to the magus’s whimsy and the sudden appearance of mythical creatures before him; had grown accustomed to gliding his fingers through silken tresses, cloud-like fur, and now against bright scales which caught waxing moon like silvered pools of water.

       Impressive, indeed. Merlin was glorious.

       Pausing first beside Merlin’s head, hand quested along jawline and under great chin. The touch, as any touch gifted from Gilgamesh, was a reward as much as the approval which danced in crimson pools. Would that they had more time, the sovereign may have found himself indulging in admiration as he desired to -- but they did not. Not here. ❝ It will do. ❞ A simple concession, but from one who conceded very little, it betrayed greater respect than sovereign would wish to let on. With one last glance to serpentine violet, he found given path onto Merlin’s back easily enough.

        Now, how did one ride a dragon? At this, Gilgamesh hesitated briefly before settling himself in a seemingly stable place amidst dangerous ridges along Merlin’s spine. He had never ridden anything quite like such a beast before -- had never been given a chance to, as the divine beasts of his lands were no such creatures. ❝ Heed my words, Merlin, ❞ Sage King boomed, casting cautious glance down to the ground, ❝ should you drop me, I will drag you into the Netherworld myself. ❞

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MERLIN‌.

“Your time does not pay my bills~” Though it did serve as welcome way to spend his own, a reprieve then from the daily grind that might have worn a lesser man out. Still, that does not curb his wry humour as he huffed a laugh and clipped leashes upon his companions who were all wagging tails at the company– well, less so Cath Palug. He seemed more cat than dog half the time, an exasperating fact.

Amused cant of head to words, door locked and pace met with easy strides. “Your florist? That is quite presumptuous, Gilgamesh!” But it does earn the other man cheery laugh, so perhaps it was fine as it was. “Cavall, though he belongs to my daughter.” And had he mentioned that before? Goodness, who knew! “And Cath Palug. Though by all accounts I didn’t even know you had dogs– you seem more like a cat person. You’re about as fickle as one.”

       Presumptuous may as well have been an arrogant man’s middle name, and Gilgamesh was certainly no exception to this rule. He would let this slip past unspoken on for now in favor of amused scorn at Merlin’s other accusatory remark; the audacity in assuming he was a cat person! ❝ I am hardly fickle, ❞ he huffed with indignant tone, ❝ and that aside, cats are more inclined to ruin things. Rip into furniture, knock vases off shelves and whatnot. I would strangle one on day two. ❞

       Mention of Merlin’s daughter were few and far between, catching vague interest as Gilgamesh glanced once more to beast parading around as a dog. This one was his daughter’s? From what he’d gathered, she was young and to be young with such a large canine made for an interesting mental image. ❝ Your daughter is young, isn’t she? ❞ Noncommittal hum rang out for a moment before Gilgamesh tilted his chin up slightly, silently preening for his own gorgeous girls. They were certain to put any other hound to shame! ❝ As for mine, the dark-coated one is Inanna and the other is her sister, Eresh. ❞

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( disappearing to play games and sleep, see you guys tomorrow! )

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LOWLY PEASANT.

Call me a child again, see what happe– 

—Rrr. What’s your price.

       Nothing. Yet. Would you like an armory of super soakers or not?

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( i’m glad @conflagrationsstyle is with me on this journey to find out cas summoned in a hgw is just a headache to have solely because of How He Is )

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ROMANI‌.

        “I am working on it gi— your majesty.” some just don’t have divine blood and magic to carry them through this. he knows there is no real fighting with gilgamesh - not with this one, when he maintained uruk for nearly a year the way he had. “I’ll get to it, if you are so displeased simply return to the master’s side and train them, the room here will be organized once you return.”

       Truthfully, the slip of tongue would have agitated Gilgamesh were his vexation not stroked by the utter dismissal of his aid. Perhaps this doctor may be a king in secret -- one who toted wisdom at that -- but it seemed clear to Sage King that his decisions were rather lackluster in nature here. ❝ Who do you believe you are to dismiss me when it is I who is coming to your aid? ❞ Nostrils flared in a derisive snort, vermilion fixating on overworked human. ❝ Or does my presence make you uncomfortable, Romani Archaman? ❞

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BLAZE‌.

▂▂ ♂ ▂▂

   He had so rapidly discovered the Television and her lost-to-disuse, Grey’s Anatomy DVD Box set, Blaze kind of has to be a little impressed with him. “I mean, I don’t really watch a lot of things on TV anymore, even fictional shows. It isn’t often I’m in the house or… in the area.”       A quick glance around the living room to see her gaming systems had been seemingly left untouched. “Do… you want me to take you to the store to pick out your own movies? Do you know what kind of movies and shows you want?” For all her offerings, she sounds baffled if not skeptical of whether this was really something worth complaining so much over.

       ❝ Curb your insolence! Of course I am well aware of the movies I would want. Do you believe some third-rate Servant has answered your call? ❞ The remote was snatched from the air, buttons pressed in heedless desire to explore the different options this little magical box held. Not that the Caster made it too terribly far; the screen flickered to black as he pushed the power button instead. ❝ Hmph. No movie would satisfy my tastes, regardless. ❞

       Gilgamesh unfolded himself from the furniture, shoes wreathed in gold tapping upon the floor as objects swirling in his perusal slowly floated back into their homes. To her, vermilion gaze was cast; his Master in this Holy Grail War. An intriguing woman, so far as he could discern. He had yet to test her worth -- perhaps this would prove a good chance. ❝ This modern time keeps their tablets -- no, books -- in a supposed library, yes? Take me there. It would be far more rewarding than to entertain myself on this drivel. ❞

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OZYMANDIAS‌. 

     OZYMANDIAS HAD BEEN AROUND Archer variation long enough to know exactly what that look signified. It could be just Gilgamesh wanting to show him the beauty of a massive beast of old, but all one such as he need do is look into those crimson eyes and know the truth behind the other’s gesturing. For now, though, he would play the fool and act as if he did not know where this was potentially going to go. Eyes shifted away from the other so that he could gaze upon Divine Beast, Anzû, the power it contained felt even from this distance. ❝Yes, truly they are magnificent. I suppose it is good that there is only one of such beasts that wander these lands rather than many.❞

       A hum of satisfaction was gifted to Ozymandias, for the answer is pleasing enough; yes, even the fierce monstrosity that rested upon its perch above them was magnificent, so long as it was from Gilgamesh’s time. ❝ I suppose so. When Anzû purloined the Tablet of Destinies, even the gods were too fearful to confront them. ❞ The Sage King’s lips twist in a wry smile at that. Would it anger Anzû to know the precious artifact now rested in the hands of a demigod king?

       He inclined his head, studying the pharaoh with thinly-veiled curiosity. Of course, this ruler held power in abundance -- this much, Gilgamesh could simply sense. ❝ Do you believe your might could overcome that which the gods were too afraid to face? ❞

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LOWLY PEASANT.

ludullu replied to your post: Loads a Super Soaker. Time to put AUO down, huh. 

you’re going to need a bigger super soaker.

i’m not after you, caster, so unless you’re here to help me, get out of my way. 

       Impudent child, of course you are not -- you could not hope to defeat me. That one, however, is weak. Not weak enough for your paltry super soaker, but still weak.

       If only you knew someone with an arsenal of super soakers.

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ENKIDU‌.

In the gentle summer breeze of this land they find contentment, and under the awkward affection of their once beloved (or perhaps still, for such things did not fade) they find peace.

It was not the best made, was not the cleverest made, and most certainly paled in comparison to one they had been given many a moon ago by that woman– and yet somehow it was more valuable than ought else. Solely because of who gave it; who had taken time to craft it. “If it is from you then in its own way it is perfect.” For to them, caught as they were under that familiar yet different gaze, little else in this world mattered more than he.

Perhaps nought else did.

@iuncta​

       Deeply did their words lodge themselves into his heart, offered in a gentle chime that stirred a tender soreness in his chest; such brought crimson dancing away in brief retreat. Enkidu had caused many aches, both tangible and not so -- the last had by far been the worst; an eternity of it, as though he swam tirelessly in a boundless sea.

       ❝ The women and children of Uruk would place wreaths at the base of your monument. ❞ When Gilgamesh found his voice once more, it was a quiet undulation tempered not in brash grandeur, but majestic solemnity. This may well have been the greatest difference gleaned from his perilous, enlightening journey... caused by them, molded from earth and forged in divinity to be his equal. The gods had reached into the hollow of his chest, reaped from him half, and placed it in their construct. Serpentine gaze would not yet flicker back toward Enkidu, but the very corners of the sovereign’s lips twitched in bittersweet recollection. ❝ You were always dearly missed. ❞

       Never more so than by Gilgamesh.

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MASTER OF CHALDEA‌.

    GILGAMESH was definitely disappointed. Well, Ritsuka supposed he couldn’t blame him. Seeing that the king was COOPED up in the Ziggurat nearly day and night, ( thanks to his kingly duties ) he hardly had the time to sit back and relax. If anything, he was probably itching for a good fight to help relieve some of his STRESS. ❛ … Did you want to see more ? ❜ Ritsuka couldn’t help but ask with a tinge with AMUSEMENT. The king did mention at one point at how INTRIGUING their adventures were so he was probably seeking for some EXCITEMENT with the master at his side.

    ❛ Uh … well, I have my reinforcement magic. I doubt it would do much but I’ll figure it out ? I’ve always managed to get out of a pinch, haven’t I ? ❜ He also had his servants he could count on but that was a given.

       Reinforcement magic. Ritsuka’s answer was a tenuous thing at best, earning a momentary scowl from the Sage King as his cursory glance moved from landscape to bright azure in curiosity. ❝ And you expect that to protect you? An individual can rely on the aid of others every time they find themselves in a -- what did you call it? A pinch. ❞ This human had passed Gilgamesh’s test of perseverance and character, however... perhaps he warranted more respect than a life lesson, and so Gilgamesh held his tongue.

       For a moment, at least.

       ❝ Tell me, ❞ he began in their idle trek, arms folded across his chest, ❝ this is not your first adventure, hm? ❞