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[ardenssolis]

@grandwisdom said (inbox):

The caster settles down against Ozymandias with a quiet sigh, red hues already shut as his back lightly rests against the familiar one behind him. It had been too long since he’s been able to relax, and aside from the pharaoh, good company was always difficult to come across.. “I’ll be using you as a pillow, King of Kings..” He’s too tired to converse more than that, even if it doesn’t show too much. Yet, it wasn’t hard to lower his guard around someone he’d placed this much faith in already.

     THERE WAS GREAT TRUST in any sovereign lowering their guard near another, even for something as simple as taking a small nap. Closing their eyes meant that they were not at the ready to attack and prepare for danger at a moment’s notice with them having to rely on the other person as a source of protection. Men as proud as the Wise King and himself were not privy to allowing most to see them at their most vulnerable, but it would not be the first time that such had taken place. After all, what was more vulnerable than tending to another’s wounds in private? ❝Hm?❞ Ozymandias turned his head slightly so that he could look upon the other, just the slightest bit of surprise present as brows rose. Quietly did he wait for Caster to speak further, although it seemed they had already prepared for sleep’s gentle embrace and had nothing else to share.

     ❝Do as you please. I shall allow it.❞ For there was perhaps nowhere safer than in the presence of the Sun King. As long as he was there, none would disturb the eldest Gilgamesh from his slumber (who would be foolish enough to approach to begin with?). A Servant might not need to rest like one who was truly alive would; however, that did not mean that they could not allow their minds to take a break from stressors that took place during the day like any other. With just a small smile, he glanced away, his attention returning to the sphinx that happily rested upon his lap as he allowed them to bat at his fingers.

[princessofknights]

@grandwisdom Continued from here

❀ Lily couldn’t say that she expected any sort of other answer--She had heard the same thing before from others, but... She had never heard it from a ruler themselves. Sure, Merlin and Sir Ector could lecture her and try to teach her, but the words of a true King seemed far wiser and more respectable to her in this matter.

Even so... She wasn’t discouraged. Sure, she might be lonely in the future, but was it not worth it if her people could feel the opposite?

“I’ve felt lonely before, but... Spending time with the horses made me feel better.” A simple reply, but efficient nonetheless.

Watching the King stroke the mane of the lion lounging nearby, she could only smile up at him earnestly, despite the silence. Even as his hand moved to rest on her head, and even with his stern tone and look, she didn’t seem to falter in the slightest--Her smile still seemed to shine up at him.

“Of course! I’ll always have the knights, Merlin, Sir Ector... All of my friends!” It was an innocent answer, but it was one she spoke from her heart while keeping her gaze locked with the Caster’s. “I know I’d do anything for them, and I’m sure they feel the same. Should anything bad happen, I’m certain we could all rely on one another to pull through, no matter the situation.” Her optimism would be admirable, were it not so dangerous with her assumptions.

“I cannot guarantee that I won’t make mistakes, but I’ll try my best not to.” The girl seemed confident in herself now, before letting out a small laugh and raising a hand, extending her pinky finger out to the older King to take in a little pact.

“I promise you that much, on my honor as a knight!” ❀ 

[ardenssolis]

continued from [ x ] || @grandwisdom

     THE OTHER’S GAZE ALWAYS oozed such divinity; crimson nearly ethereal in appearance that could be bewitching or overwhelming at the same time. For him, though, what was felt was the former. It was not so much the color that caught his attention as it was what lied beneath it all. ❝Ah, truly you are worthy of the title ‘Sage King.’ To see all of that just from looking into my eyes… How impressive. However, I suppose it is to be expected.❞ Normally to be so easily read by another would bring about a sense of discomfort, and perhaps to an extent it did, and yet…he felt something that was almost akin to relief. A soft hum sounded within his throat as a slight smile tugged upon his lips. ❝Tell me, why do I come to visit you? Do you think it only for amusement’s sake that I do so?❞ Perhaps it was partially this in the beginning, but alas…time could change all things as they say.

     The other desired him to ‘open up’, but the very thought of doing so was unappealing. To admit any kind of weakness even to one whom he respected like the Caster... No, he could never do such a thing. He showed only what he wanted others to see, and that was the pillar of strength that he was meant to represent as a God King. Still, could anything be hidden from eyes far more ancient than his own? From one with the ability to discern the nature of another? Rather than answering the other’s question, he found a roundabout way to dig further into those thoughts.

[weiwuxiian]

@grandwisdom // King Gilgamesh // cont 

❝Odd? That’s a strange way to describe me, King of Heroes.❞ he was called far worse things during his human life----’odd’ was a polite way to put his person into words. Wei Wuxian didn’t mind much, he supposed. Well, at least this man didn’t shoo him away from his cats ( or lions ). The large felines were a far more pleasant company to have compared to humans. Mewling occasionally, one cub fell into the valley between his crossed legs, Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but tickles the little mewling to the ground, earning a few playful roars in return. He assumed he’d gotten their master’s approval to play with them. Raven-black hues darting to the mother sitting a few meters away, watching closely. It was no doubt anyone could have sensed a deep, dark, perilous aura about him. It was no surprise Gilgamesh didn’t recognize him---in the eyes of the world, Wei Wuxian had been nothing but the son of a Servant and rogue Taoist.

      ❝Is it?❞ in his time he hunted demons and ghosts, wild beats twenty times larger than common lions. These were merely pets to him.  ❝But as long as I treat them with cordiality, she wouldn’t mind, would she?❞

[weiwuxiian]

Aura can verify that I am an abomination.

[ardenssolis]

Nightmare: One of our characters will have a nightmare.

drabbles; no longer accepting || @grandwisdom

     IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE FOR a Servant to dream just asmuch as they did not truly need sleep for anything else other than saving mana;however, despite this inability, it did not mean they could not have something close to what one might call this. Thedream he had was not his own, but instead, it was one from their Master. For asstrong as they tried to be for others, they could not hide what ailed them whentheir eyes closed and all was quiet in Chaldea’s walls. Standing before him wasthe horrific image of Tiamat, her form mutated and morphed into something trulymonstrous. Gone was the form of a beautiful goddess, and instead, was theimage of her true appearance for all to see. The skies were bloody red, hereyes brighter than any fire that he had seen…

    So, this was the last image that the people of Urukhad seen before all their lives were taken. Yes, he could see why this wastraumatizing for their Master, could understand why this nightmare plagued themso. For all the Pharaoh knew, this might not have been the first time such asight had come to them in the dead of night. The screams that filled the air,the heat of the flames that licked everything it could, the howls of monstersamidst that horrific song of death — It made Ozymandias wonder if this waswhat that place called ‘hell’ was like. Abruptly the image faded, his eyesinstinctively opening as he peered up at the ceiling without the slightest hintas to how much time had passed since he had fallen asleep. The Master must be awakenow, the images within that dream too horrifying for them to be a bystander inany longer. He did not need to be there in that room to know this. Ozymandiascould simply feel it.

    ❝You look as ifyou have seen something unpleasant,❞came the smooth voice of Gilgamesh, the Caster’s attention no longer upon thebook in his hand, and instead, focused upon the Pharaoh whose head rested onhis lap. There was nothing else said, but the other’s eyes spoke the veryquestion that he did not: what was it that you saw? Ozymandias had seen a greatdeal of things, but that…that was something else entirely. Turning on the other’slap a bit so he was resting upon his shoulder, he lifted his hand to press itupon the Caster’s back, face burying into the warmth of his stomach and hot breathfanning over skin as he released a small exhale. If there wassurprise upon the other’s features, Ozymandias certainly could not see it. Notthat it would have been addressed anyway. He had no intention of discussing what he saw. 

     That memory… Gilgamesh had seen that too, right? After all, he hadbeen there when it happened, had been there when the end came to claim hiskingdom. That must have hurt him considerably even if he knew it was coming andhad prepared for it. In the other’s place, what would he have done? Itmade him wonder… ❝Itis not important. Go back to your book, Gilgamesh. I will bereturning to sleep and continuing to use you as my pillow in the meantime, sodo not move too much.❞Eyes closing, he allowed himself to fall back to sleep, lulled by the warmth of the other’s form and quietly hoping thattheir Master managed to drift off once more as well, but this time, with something farmore pleasant to occupy their dreams.

[clericallis-blog]

cont // @grandwisdom

The way Gilgamesh smiled was highly unusual to the priest. A strange yet rare, raw form of fondness graced his features. Libra has only heard of Enkidu from the other Servants----those from this world and highly knowledgeable in the history and tales thereof. His former intentions simply consist of merely gifting the king with a simple present as thanks, with no such deep meaning in thought. But little did Libra knew who the green-haired man was to the king. The priest himself had no intimate connections himself, therefore, it was difficult for him to relate to bonds such as friendship. Still, here he is, intruding into the Uruk’s King most cherished memories without ever meaning to. Gilgamesh appears to loathe sowing intimate bonds himself whenever he crossed paths with other Servants. Perhaps this man----Enkidu, had something to do with it?

     It took him a few moments to register Gilgamesh’s latter words, bringing him back into his thoughts; his brows furrowing in awe. Libra had never expected a monarch such as the Wise King to ever want something from him. That was simply ludicrous! From what he heard, Gilgamesh had everything and anything stowed in that treasury he wore as his pride. What was it then, that the king hasn’t had yet? It was... interesting, intriguing, curious.  ❝...I assure you, your Majesty, my skills in the realm of manual labour are simply modest.❞ he offers, though felt somewhat glad that the king had thought positively of his work, and had not discarded it as if it was simply a piece of poorly designed, less-than-average needlework. Surely during his reign, Gilgamesh had other finer serfs to make his clothes?  ❝What have you require of me then, King Gilgamesh? Surely not to er,.. teach you something berating your status, I hope...?❞

     The other Servants who had been kings their previous lives were mostly arrogant and proud, this was perhaps the first time one ever acquainted themselves with something as simple as needlework.

[grandhowl-blog]

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