[semi-open] come, let's fly.

[babbylon]

Who: Gilgamesh and various characters
When: Following the latest dungeon.
Where: the Airy, around Polgar, possibly other places
What: Catch-all log for post-dungeon adventures.
Rating: I'll just slap this with the classic "Gilgamesh Deserves His Own Warning" warning. Mentions of rape in Adrasteius thread. Fetish and sex talk in the Kavi thread.

[Custom prompts are below. Feel free to PM me if you're interested in doing something aboard the Airy or in Polgar; I'd be happy to plot with you!]

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[babbylon]

[Those eyes... Gilgamesh would never be frightened by them, but they still bring him to shudder when they ring with gold. When they stare back at him, so powerfully, in a way men simply weren't meant to understand. Even as a god, if only for a moment he feels outclassed. He does not bow to them, would not bow before anyone, yet he's subdued to the point of stillness. Fascinated, though also unnerved.

Setsuna could apologize for it, but he wouldn't accept it. It feels like the beginning of familiar steps; he's held, Gilgamesh holds him in turn. His pupils dilate with interest. He's kissed. Is he reading the air wrong? What does he want, why did he not say? Was it only for mana? His body shifts, ready to take the lead in the dance he knows best, but it's too late. Setsuna pulls away from him. He mutters some faint farewell, and then he's off, and that Gilgamesh leaves alone in bed when not moments before there had been a very handsome man beside him, and he had been so close—]

...damn.

[No good. Setsuna's gone, he won't hear it. It tastes like a loss. But that kiss—Gilgamesh reaches up to the spot where those lips had been, and wonders aloud:]

I wonder if I should tell him.

[Tell him that it was all well and good, to think of him his King... but someday, inevitably, Gilgamesh would be looking to cash that check.]