#godsrestraint

[thefalsechild]

its time to go apeshit

It’s no wonder that this body would be drawn to a place where nature flourished in a barren wasteland such as this. Despite being barefoot, he was hardly affected by the cold snow beneath him. The warmth of the sunlight on his skin was something pleasant. Even if he was only surrounded by things such as radishes and rutabagas, he felt more at home here than anywhere else, and that was only mere moments after he first stepped into the Glassgreen.

However, those feelings of familiarity would only be pushed into the back of his mind when he saw something much, much more familiar in front of him. His -- no, it wasn’t his -- body stood before him, exactly identical to himself with the exception of green eyes.

It couldn’t be...

“Ah...” It’s something along the lines of a wheeze, a gasp, and an exclamation of surprise. Everything within the depths of his heart bubbled to the surface, feeling his gut twist and wring itself to queasiness. This was the... The true...

“En...” He was the fake here. He shouldn’t have a right to even speak to this person. This wasn’t his body. He was only a thief. He wanted to turn on his heel and bolt, yet he was frozen in place, as if the tundra’s permafrost had encased his ankles and forced him to stay put. “En...”

He can’t even say it.

“Y...You...”

@godsrestraint

[first-hero-blog]

@godsrestraint , I do have something to say to you...

Of course, he would find them again. 

The smooth sound of waves, the crackling of ice against the frozen shore, felt a pleasant backdrop to this sight. Perhaps it would distract from the King’s less-than-prideful stance, for he couldn’t help the way his body wanted to close in on itself and shiver amidst this frightful weather. One gauntleted hand clutched a shawl tight around his torso, a plain grey thing that did not at all fit his status, but his gold jewelry still shone in the light that reflected off of the water, off of the surrounding ice. Gold-toed shoes anchoring him in the sand,and the foot of his ax digging into the grains beside him, he straightened himself before the figure whose hair caught in the passing breeze. 

“Is that you, Enkidu?” his proud voice called between the distance that separated them. Something thrummed in his chest--excitement, anxiety, warmth that kept the chill at bay in that moment. “That unique soul who accompanied me in all of those legendary journeys, before me to do so once more. The one who revealed to me the beauty of companionship, and furthermore the beauty of life itself? My joy, my completion, my friend?”

Of course, the strings of fate would tie them together once more. 

[constructivecritisms-blog]

a christmas carol & moby dick

“...”

He’s still smiling. But..., there’s a hint of malice in it this time. Of course he’d be asked this sort of question, most children are asked it in their time. He should have expected it, yet it still caught him off guard.

“There’s nothing I’d change about myself.”

...You get the feeling that he’s not quite telling the truth. Must be a sour subject for him.

And almost like it never happened, he switches to the next question, smile now as happy as can be.

“Well, I suppose I would’ve liked to achieve going to Highschool.”

Or rather, he would’ve liked to achieve having an actual, normal life.

[first-hero-blog]

🔅 💞

🔅: What’s a place that holds special meaning to them? Why?

“It may be strange to answer with a place I no longer would travel did it still exist, but nonetheless the forests from which my friend Enkidu was created still hold significance to me. The reasons should be obvious.”

💞: What was their first love like?

“How should I describe the legendary relationship between Enkidu and I? Surely, just as all heroes are modeled after me, so too are all loving relationships modeled after what I shared with Enkidu. The adventures we partook in, the trials we overcame, the pleasure and the joy we found around us and in one another…’

“My first love inspired me to be the one and true King of All. They nurtured me and shaped me, and truly I would have never become the man I am were it not for them and all that they gave to me, all that we shared in. There is nothing I regret about my first love. Few can say this, yet I say this with no hesitance at all.”

[thefalsechild]

⌛️ & 🔗 haha hey

⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all?

Quite often, thanks for asking! Especially with the knowledge of Enkidu being in Eidolon, he feels particularly threatened. There’s also the knowledge of his “heart” being stolen if the word goes around that he has the Grail...

(Don’t take it. It won’t grant your wishes.)

He also views the time that he almost died on Celestial Hill as one of his most humiliating moments, and dwells on it at times.

🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these?

It’s evident that Kingu is incredibly loyal to those that he is close to. He was “born” with his attachment to his “mother”, and his bond with Gil came with the residual feelings from Enkidu’s body. However, others may need a bit of time in order to gain his trust. He has been betrayed by the one that he loved most, so forming a relationship with him will require patience.

Such a person must see him as his own person, first and foremost. They must also have strength, whether it be physical or emotional. Just please be nice to him, he deserves friends.

[rulermaiden-blog]

@godsrestraint — it’s nice to see a familiar face here.

this place, it’s strange in many ways. jeanne hasn’t been summoned there, no, she has vague memories of something different, and yet... as she explores the outer areas of this small village, in the one place that isn’t colored white-on-white — glassgreen, wasn’t it? — she finds a servant.

odd, how jeanne couldn’t detect the lancer’s presence. she knows she has been ‘powered down’ somehow, yet the surprise is as good as new. still, as she almost rushes her way over to the servant ( enkidu, clearly; she can recognize that much without her class skills ), a smile appears on her lips at the familiar person.

“ lancer ! " she calls, choosing to politely refer to their class instead of their true name; the greenery all around her now forgotten. “ ah, it’s so good to know i’m not alone here ! ”

[eidolonpath]

doing the worm into the inbox just in time for opening day? more likely thank you think. with prior reservation, here is enkidu (lancer) from the fate/ series! you can find their application at /app or the THREE link on the sidebar. thank you so much!

Welcome to Eidolon, traveler. Wishes have brought you far, and we know they will only bring you further.

You will find your residence in Bunkhouse #2.

You find that your connection with nature has not been severed. You can still speak to and understand animals, though the song you sing does not match this world. Vegetation will listen to you, but they can only do small tasks for you, such as carry small, light objects.

Search, seek, persist. Take heart in your heart.

May Diaidem bless you.