[Gilgamesh has become better at gauging her reactions over time. That gem, front and center, served as the focal point for her emotions, good, bad, or otherwise. He could skim her thoughts if he so pleased for a sharper read, but really, the gem says everything. That it glows so bright and so bold tells him all he needs to know about her mood—which now appears to have undergone marked improvement, the true motivation behind it all.
He softens visibly at the contact to skin. It is rare he allows anyone such intimacy but here it soothes him. His own eyes shut and he mutters something else in Sumerian, something recognizably fond even in a foreign tongue. It both lasts too long and not nearly long enough, like floating on air only to fall halfway through. He has taken many to bed in this world but sex was only ever just that. Affection was much harder to come by, both to give and to receive from the solemn King who swore to stand alone.
But he does appear content, briefly, satisfied in the moment even as an individual of bottomless hunger. He holds to each of her hands and the spotlight shines upon them both, and now his words are fully understood, uttered almost breathlessly if one strains to listen:]
How beautiful.
[And perhaps it might be called flattery, yet it is far from aimless. It is reaffirmation of the correct choice, the only choice he could've made in regards to his Master.]
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He softens visibly at the contact to skin. It is rare he allows anyone such intimacy but here it soothes him. His own eyes shut and he mutters something else in Sumerian, something recognizably fond even in a foreign tongue. It both lasts too long and not nearly long enough, like floating on air only to fall halfway through. He has taken many to bed in this world but sex was only ever just that. Affection was much harder to come by, both to give and to receive from the solemn King who swore to stand alone.
But he does appear content, briefly, satisfied in the moment even as an individual of bottomless hunger. He holds to each of her hands and the spotlight shines upon them both, and now his words are fully understood, uttered almost breathlessly if one strains to listen:]
How beautiful.
[And perhaps it might be called flattery, yet it is far from aimless. It is reaffirmation of the correct choice, the only choice he could've made in regards to his Master.]