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epidemiology2016-06-14 07:16 pm
babbylon) wrote in epidemiology2016-06-14 07:16 pm
[closed] you're not alone.
CHARACTERS: Gilgamesh and various characters
DATE: throughout the team's stay in Oska
WARNINGS: None anticipated, besides some angst; will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Gilgamesh has gifts to give! And though he's not really in the mood to do it, give them he shall.
[This is a catch-all for Gilgamesh's purchased gift-giving extravaganza! Individualized starters are below.]
DATE: throughout the team's stay in Oska
WARNINGS: None anticipated, besides some angst; will update if necessary.
SUMMARY: Gilgamesh has gifts to give! And though he's not really in the mood to do it, give them he shall.
[This is a catch-all for Gilgamesh's purchased gift-giving extravaganza! Individualized starters are below.]
no subject
[Gilgamesh cuts in with his usual pompousness, if slightly curtailed on account of his mood. But it is, if nothing else, proof his pride hasn't died out entirely. He stands firm and tall before the other man, meets his eyes without fear yet also without judgment. The King of Heroes, staring into the face of the one who would kill him.
He stares, and seems to blame him for nothing—"I forgive you everything."]
You see, I am not the sort to act in error. And it may be true, that I will come to despise you; it may be true, that I would wish to take your life, for some slight against me; it may be true, that I will have every reason to cut you down, for daring to defy a King. For interrupting my duties.
[Gilgamesh shakes his head. Looks flustered, for all of a moment, as if experiencing all of what he just claimed, then lets it go.]
It may be true, but it does not change that I do not make mistakes. And I believe, that whatever I see, whatever transpires in this fated future...
[A faint smile curls his lips. And this time, he gives Archer's knuckles a playful smack of his fingers, as if to say you fool, how dare you doubt me.]
...it will only serve to confirm that.
no subject
The answer makes him frown, but Archer says nothing more to dispute or discount it. All good things must come to an end (strange that he's even at a point where he considers their relationship "good"), and this, he thinks, is really, truly it. There is no coming back from something like this, from showing a man how his life was taken.
The man gently raps his knuckles, an attempt at reassurance, he's sure, but it falls just a little bit flat. He's learned to trust Gilgamesh with a few things, but with this...with this, he's just not sure. And so he reacts like he always does -- by pulling away.
His grip tightens a little on the box, and his answer is quiet. ]
Contact me when you're ready.
[ Otherwise, there really isn't anything else to say. ]