TEST DRIVE MEME #7

[fairyfoes]

TEST DRIVE MEME

Considering apping to EACHDRAIDH? Why not give the setting a test run here! OPTIONAL SCENARIOS 01. ARRIVING IN THE DRABWURLD. The Seelie and Unseelie courts welcome you not with mirthful revelry, this time around dear friends. There is a seriousness in the air, though the food is still hearty and the imps still mischievous. After you have been briefed on your purpose here, you will find an endless feast and a night filled with entertainment to placate your concerns. Mingle with new arrivals, sneak down the castle halls and make sure your eyes are always on your glass; fairies and imps have no bias when it comes to tricks! 02. THE STATION. Looking for a little slice of home? The Station gives you all that and more. Take advantage of the wifi, have a cup of fairy-brewed coffee (the one they didn't spit in) or sit back and relax on the patio. You can even move your things into one of the available rooms! 03. WILDCARD. Your own scenario! Explore the Drabwurld or simply take advantage of your Locket! Be mindful, though -- the monarchs are watching and cross court communication should be done with the utmost secrecy.

Comments

[rougher]

[he listens, ever attentive as Gilgamesh speaks. it is a strange story he's told, to be sure, but he solemnly accepts it as fact, for such is the worth he puts in his friend's word. and it is not so hard to believe, for Enkidu, born in the age of ancient magic and gods and monsters.

still, more than anything, it saddens him to hear this. he who knows this man better than any other can tell he had felt something deep for this fallen king, that he still does. it pains Enkidu as it pains Gilgamesh, for any pain his friend has is his burden as well.

again he must think; what has he had to shoulder alone, in this place? how has he been hurt in ways I do not yet know.

still, his answer is clear, pressing a gentle kiss to his hand as he speaks.]

Your battle is mine, Gilgamesh, so shall your mission be. Has it not always been so?

[babbylon]

[It had seemed all the stranger when he heard it himself. Part of him still refuses to believe it, that Saber would lose herself to the Grail and him shortly thereafter; that he would give fully into the madness that gripped at his heart since the day Enkidu fell. Admittedly, he feels he might surrender now, feels he might sink into the sheets at the futile thought this could ever last.

But there are many other parts, prideful ones, that refuse to lend themselves to embarrassment before his friend. He remains stalwart in the face of a terrible truth. He mirrors Enkidu's gesture, a gentle kiss to his hand, to remind him always of a truth much stronger: we are equals, you and I. Enkidu owes him no more fealty than what he owes in return.]

I thank you. With all that I am, I...

[Tears well in his eyes again. Not for Arturia, damn that woman, but for those words, your battle is mine. He's heard them before from others, but never has he been so happy to hear them now.]

I will not let the gods consume you anew. With all that I am, Enkidu, I shall shield you from the world. We face it together. We are strong together.

[rougher]

Of that I have no doubt.

[to see Gilgamesh moved to tears twice in one meeting is unheard of, and the sight of it pains Enkidu's heart more than he can possibly describe. it would be untrue to say that he believes it an easy task to stand against gods, and that there is no doubt in his mind if such a thing were even possible. but he knows when Gilgamesh says this he means every word, however impossible it may be. how can he deny him?

he smiles, wane but present, moving his free hand up to gently stroke the crown of his friend's head, a motion to sooth.]

Come, now; tears do not suit you. What would your subjects say if they saw you in such state?

[most would be shocked that the golden king was capable such grief at all, if he had to guess. it's alien even to him, his one equal ... save for those last few, retched days, that he prefers not to think of.]

[babbylon]

They'd be too busy laughing to say much of anything, by my measure.

[But Enkidu's right. He wipes at his own eyes and tries to look brave, tries to look tough, like a child putting on airs to please his parents. He was meant to be so much stronger, so much wiser, yet in all areas Enkidu seems very much to usurp him—almost unfair, considering the circumstances, though he can't find it in himself to fluster too much over it.

He just sags against him, curls into his body and lets himself be so soothed. As anyone who knew Gilgamesh understood that for all his years, he really was no better than a child at heart, in constant need of company and reassurance and those words that sustain him, yes, you were a good King.

Even if they are not true.]

Lie with me for a while and say no more. I will love you, and be loved in turn. We will pursue that path, make good on this promise, and this Drabwurld will be better off for it. I so swear.

[Sleepily, he adds:]

I'm going to be a hero, you know? A real one. And everyone... and everyone will love me, too. Just wait. You'll see.