⤜ starter !! *:･ﾟ✧ ╱ @thursdy
built of the earth, born of the divine ( carefully shaped by the hands of anu & aruru, a beast made of clay ) left to wander the earth with only the barest strings of purpose. the chains of heaven; meant to return a demigod to their own pantheon. how foolish that command was, for something which had no sense of self, had no understanding of the world around it but for the chiming melody of a priestess’ voice in their ear ( charmed into a human guise, made in her image ). how little they truly understood even then ( oh, but their purpose was now known having since been granted something similar to a soul — a piece of knowledge tightly grasped blooming into full understanding ). they had wished to walk amongst humanity. for that, they know, they had died.
their body was not their own, their existence not their choice.
it was interesting how, then, they had ended up here. further still born of a false war & left against all odds within the throne, should they not have been summoned for a purpose ? a discrepancy against the rest ( demigods & kings, the easy way with which all walked along the earth in light of its creatures ). they were born to notice the divine, not learn that of mortality, it should never have made it into their essence.
all of which is why that before them was so much more noticeable. the base components, of course, were easy enough — the simplistic gaze of that which knows little else could make out the form of a man sitting quietly on a bench. enkidu was not made of the same pieces that confined humanity into its pockets of understanding ( those driven by magic to fix that, reach a new plane, uninteresting to them ). no, instead they saw the slumped form of something much grander; shuffling between images & burning with the same divinity only granted by gods. the crackle of energy in the air easy enough to distinguish from the cries of the earth below ( barefoot in the cold wind of autumn, shock of summer a bright mark against the dull chill of reds & browns & the smell of decay; the earth claims all but they were no longer cursed to bear such ). the distant clash of thunder bringing a smile to their lips.
quiet steps, careful in their approach with bright gaze peering past the shell to the expanse beyond. oh, enkidu knew of the other careful creations of the universe, partaken in the magic the divine wrought ( a weapon, the carefully formed dirt turned sentience not the same as divinity shoved into something which can barely confine it ). gently their fingers touched the arm of the bench; white fabric blown in the wind, the echo of the earth in their chest.
❝ hello, I couldn’t help but notice — ❞ the magic in their veins thrumming in response, basking in how much it felt like the world before it lost it’s faith ( the age of gods shining in one being with relative ease ) ❝ — ah, you are one of them, yes ? built of the heavens. ❞
