[a bright, almost shocked laughter escapes his throat as they fall down on Gilgamesh's bed; the position familiar in more ways than one. he happily stretches out on top of the larger man, momentarily distracted by his movements and-- his hair, how had he not noticed his hair? it's so much longer now, almost as long as his own, though he has a few more feet to go to truly match Enkidu's.
he reaches out to stroke it, fascinated in an almost childish way, feeling and seeing something completely foreign on a person he knows so well. despite this one thread of unfamiliarity, everything else about him is completely and utterly relaxed. he wiggles happily on Gilgamesh's chest, resting his delicate chin on the king's collar bone as he threads his fingers gently through the golden strands, releasing a deep sigh of contentment as he takes in the sound of his friend's voice.]
A great battle, by the sound of it. Have you found any foes to match you here, King of Uruk?
[of course Gilgamesh has been fighting; it is his way. their way. they are no strangers to the war path, and if it the one that has been chosen for them, Enkidu will gladly follow his friend for wherever it might take them.]
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he reaches out to stroke it, fascinated in an almost childish way, feeling and seeing something completely foreign on a person he knows so well. despite this one thread of unfamiliarity, everything else about him is completely and utterly relaxed. he wiggles happily on Gilgamesh's chest, resting his delicate chin on the king's collar bone as he threads his fingers gently through the golden strands, releasing a deep sigh of contentment as he takes in the sound of his friend's voice.]
A great battle, by the sound of it. Have you found any foes to match you here, King of Uruk?
[of course Gilgamesh has been fighting; it is his way. their way. they are no strangers to the war path, and if it the one that has been chosen for them, Enkidu will gladly follow his friend for wherever it might take them.]