[To fight was to dance in itself. Servants abode similar philosophies to Gems in this regard, or at least this one did; there was no boundary between, no place where elegance does not dominate. Gilgamesh handles this as well as he would any sword, and though he may lack the precise refinements of Saber or the absolute agility of a Lancer, he still moves with the undeniable dexterity of an Archer. Improved all the more thanks to her influence, as not only does he keep up, he coaxes Pearl to give it her very best in turn.
He sees the smile just as he sees the conflict. It does not deter him. He breaks away with an acknowledging dip of his head, then claps his hands, once, twice, thrice, as if to strike up the imaginary beat. The Gate opens up above their heads, glows and sparkles and showers the area in beautiful petals, and briefly it becomes less of a dance and more of a chase. Gilgamesh balances his weight on the tips of his feet and circles Pearl, not so much predatory as it is assessing, daring.
He gives her space act as she chooses, but never once do those eyes leave her. Don't back down. Don't run away. Even now, this directive prevails.]
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He sees the smile just as he sees the conflict. It does not deter him. He breaks away with an acknowledging dip of his head, then claps his hands, once, twice, thrice, as if to strike up the imaginary beat. The Gate opens up above their heads, glows and sparkles and showers the area in beautiful petals, and briefly it becomes less of a dance and more of a chase. Gilgamesh balances his weight on the tips of his feet and circles Pearl, not so much predatory as it is assessing, daring.
He gives her space act as she chooses, but never once do those eyes leave her. Don't back down. Don't run away. Even now, this directive prevails.]