lion born child .

IND. PRIV. UR-NUNGAL 

[marsarrim]

            he is munching on a butterstick . nobody can stop him...

[marsarrim]

 @fatebond​ asked :  kabedon!! ( from the wife ) ( nin here to end her dumb husband // selectively accepting )

reading over a tablet, ur-nungal barely pays his wife any attention as she comes closer. he is by now quite used to her presence, knowing that she most likely will just place another tablet beside him ( or perhaps some food ) sometimes she also comes to him to tell him something from her work or of something their son has done. udul is still quite small and nintuda knows that ur-nungal celebrates every little word, every attempt to walk by the child, trying to show her and their son that he cares, even though similar to his own father, he struggles with words.

but instead of her soft voice or the sound of something being placed by his side, he suddenly finds himself cornered between his table and his wife. blinking up in surprise, for one moment the king doesn’t register what is happening but then, right away he turns deep red, only rivaled by his crimson eyes.

“i---is everything alright your majesty?” apparently she confused him enough to make him forget for a moment that he himself is a ruler too. and her husband. “do you need something? should I fetch you something to drink? eat? do you want to sit down? just give the order and---” 

he falls silent, apparently remembering his position and calming down a little. it’s not that his wife isn’t a woman to be reckon with - she certainly has her own fire burning. but this is unlike her. despite people assuring him that she often looked positively annoyed, he knows of her softness. and then it finally clicks.

slightly embarrassed he places a hand on her side, pulling her close enough to lean his forehead against hers “did I neglect you? I figured... I thought since udul has been born that you’d perhaps prefer some distance.” it is an arranged marriage after all, even if they both went along just fine he assumed that she at most saw him as a friend.

“...I’m sorry, I’ll be more attentive to you, I promise.” and with that he smiles, tilting his head to press a kiss to her lips, laughing a little. “how long did you have to gather your courage to even do that?”

[rp-memes-atyourservice]

Send ‘regress’ to meet my muse as a child.

[marsarrim]

  @ardenssolis​ asked : kabedon ( just end ur-nungal won’t you // selectively accepting ).

“ramses!” his face lightens up the moment he sees his not friend approach him. he seems usually quite at ease around the pharaoh. the usual more silent and thoughtful ur-nungal turning into a person smiling from ear to ear and showing a side of the young man he could have been if responsibilities had not crushed most of his personality that he now tends to hide.

...that however also means that ramses is privy to the fact that ur-nungal has a rather shy soul, at least when someone comes too close to him. finding himself backed against a wall and the pharaoh leaning above, it only takes second for his entire face to turn red.

“...can... I help you? you seem awfully close... there is no need for that, you know? your eye sight is fine, right? I mean... hi?”

[marsarrim]

askboxmemethings​:

Send in “kabedon” to pin my muse against the wall.

[marsarrim]

 ur will tease & be sassy towards other kings & will ask his parents to spar with him but he is completely & utterly defeated when it comes to his wife...........

[marsarrim]

fatebond​:

     oh .  he’s so adorable .  “ i’m saying that as my husband you are absolutely allowed to hold my hand ! ”

“right... then, if you excuse me...” he quite carefully takes her hand into his, nervously rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand “...I didn’t really think further than that.”

[marsarrim]

namursang​:

     “ … Ur - Nungal . you are overthinking things . she is your wife … things like hand - holding should come naturally ,  just reach out for her . ”

“it’s different if you do not pick each other... of course she is my wife. but this is more of a political move... I mean I like her! she is beautiful and she is kind - but maybe she only spends time with me because she has to.”

[marsarrim]

  ur, but he is sending actual claytablets to ask his wife to take a walk with him & if he may hold her hand while they are walking because honestly he is awkward & the most romantic thing he has ever seen was enk.idu breaking gils nose or something like that.

[marsarrim]

namursang​:

     ( here to witness Ur’s clumsiness with his own wife . )

“...anta... how do I hold her hand? should I write her a letter?”

[marsarrim]

fatebond​:

            “ not since we are friends .  but , if it were because you are my husband – perhaps . ”  nintuda , stop teasing him .

“only---  only if you want me as your husband!” maybe he should have asked that before marrying her?!

[marsarrim]

“so... would you allow me to hold your hand? since we are friends?” idiot. you are married.

// @fatebond​ .

[marsarrim]

namursang​:

     “ ahh .. you didn’t have to bring her up – she’s not here to see this - and cursed epic ? you’ll make your anta sad … ”

“but I still had to read about it! ...and yes, cursed. it might be an epic to others but to me it reads like the lovey-dovey journal of my parents, it’s terribly flustering!” besides it forgot to mention him, their child !!

[marsarrim]

namursang​:

     “ one must proudly display their accomplishments , no? ”

“I did not need to know those things though ! it is already enough I read that cursed epic... poor auntie shamhat”

[marsarrim]

namursang​:

     “ oh, Ur, that’s not necessary– ” despite their words, the figure was placed gently in their hands, and held just the same. they remember the moment vividly, in fact. considering that was the last moment Enkidu had with Ur, it made their gaze downcast, and clutch the object close to them. “ … are you sure you want me to keep it? it is yours, after all… ” trying to shake off the lingering sadness, the doll opens their palms to look at it more. at least… he did end up listening to them. they wonder: did the clayfigure do a good job keeping him company? did it keep him from crying in nights he felt alone?

     “ … i’m sorry… ”

“it was mine to make and it is mine to give away.” he laughs before hugging the other. “I don’t need it anymore. I’ve grown up since then, had my own family... I am not that crying little boy anymore, anta.” he explains, gazing a bit fondly at the clay figure. besides, enkidu was now back here, right? and he had always wanted to show them the little self made ‘friend’.

                                   “...why do you apologize? there is nothing you have to be sorry for.”

[enuelis]

“here” he rubs the back of his neck, slightly nervous & definitely shy about the whole ordeal. “they are decorations, nothing too fancy, I mean I doubt there’s anything fancy you don’t already possess” he had made a miniature version of uruk’s ziggurat & had even added little figures that suspiciously looked a lot like his father, enkidu, siduri, ninsun & a couple of lions. simply things & people he assumed his father cared for. “anyway a… happy father’s day to you, my king.” @marsarrim​

❛ And where exactly are you in the ziggurat you fool? Are you my son, or have you forgotten that? ❜  

Words only surface after he stares towards the miniature ziggurat for some time. Fond memories all come forth while the smallest of smiles grace his own features. He hears the words a light hum leaving him before he’d taken notice of one thing. Yes, Enkidu, Siduri, his mother & the lions are there but the more he looks he doesn’t see one of his own child, his own blood. Of course, he’s no awarding winning father, a fact he’d accepted a long time ago but still he did care. Hand brought up he’s gentle enough when he flicks Ur’s forehead, the frown present.

No, he’s not dissatisfied with the gift at all he likes it a lot but to see that his son wasn’t added is something that stirs an emotion within him. It’s not rage, disbelief, or anything negative perhaps just shock that Ur may have been under the idea that He, Gilgamesh himself didn’t cherish the boy. The nervousness that the other felt was noted the second eyes clashed with the gift & while it made him proud, he does not stop himself from summoning a small figure that looks exactly like Ur, & while it’s not perfect it’s still notable to be the other.

Carefully does he place the figure next to himself, his mother, Enkidu & Siduri they’re a family whether Ur likes it or not. Ah, but he’s holding onto the gift with one hand while his other lands atop the other’s head. A ruffling of hair before all too familiar laughter leaves him. He liked it, & he would treasure it endlessly. Even he cannot deny the fact that all this was heart-warming to him even if there were times he was less then perfect for Ur’s upbringing.

❛ It’s an excellent gift, & now it’s even better now that you’ve a figure in it as well. I suppose the words I’m looking for are that we’re a complete family now in your gift, thank you. ❜  

[marsarrim]

namursang​:

     “ every day is anta day. ”

“don’t think you can escape today. I have a gift for you too.” it’s a clayfigure, but it seems terribly old. “remember when I came home all muddy one day when you fell sick? and you told me to use the clay to make myself a friend? that’s the figure I made back then... I... I just never got the chance to show it to you.”