[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]

We keep going.

[Down, down, down, as far as those chains would allow.]

[hymnals]

[ He shuts his eyes, though not out of drowsiness, not yet. He more looks like he's wincing. ]

Truly? Because in my experience, I fall off that cliff ...

[ His eyes open just a little, a bit of felfire glowing beneath the lids -- ]

... and when I come to, I'm alone.

[babbylon]

["Isn't that how it always is?" he wants to ask. Enkidu asked something similar, once, after a terrible dream. A dream that left them separated, which would someday come to pass no matter how many reassurances he gave him it wasn't real. But of course it was. Loneliness was the most genuine emotion of all.

He could lie to him. It would be easy. Instead, his expression—which had been growing increasingly provocative—settles.]

It is said the King shines so brightly, that to leave his light is to live in eternal darkness.

[The problem laid in physical contact, didn't it? So to run fingers through his hair wouldn't pose issue. He does just that.]

But who can ever leave the light of such a sun? Surely, if you search for it, it would always find you.

[hymnals]

[ He just grins, and touches the hand running through his hair--a sign that he doesn't mind it. Adra's hair is long, down to his midback, thick and silky. It fans around him as he lies there, like a gleaming, golden halo. ]

You're too much, Gil. Are you saying you wouldn't leave me?

[ He opens one eye fully. ]

Because--also in my experience--Kings tend to lose interest in the lands they've conquered, once they feel everything is fully under their control.

[babbylon]

I wouldn't have to.

[Gilgamesh props up his head on his free hand and, reading into the affirmative body language, now rests quite comfortably against Adrasteius. His apparent bulk is deceptive; he doesn't weigh much more than an average elf, and he's got the natural hum of magic about him, too.

It goes without saying that the beauty of King, up close, could rival his own people.]

My guardianship is a perpetual endeavor, not temporary dictatorship. I will always have eyes upon my flock, as that is what it means to tend a garden.

[By definition, Gilgamesh couldn't, and wouldn't, leave. This came with its own share of drawbacks... namely that the so-called sun was endlessly possessive of his things.]

[hymnals]

[ By any objective measure, Gilgamesh is a prime example of humanity. Perfectly sculpted, precisely cut, slim-hipped and lean. His face all elegant planes, his jawline sharp, nose straight. The ruby eyes, graceful and strange. Unblemished skin.

But Adra, though a man of his people and not immune to aesthetics, is never held in thrall by appearances. Only what lies beneath compels him, or turns him away. Only passion, or apathy. Principles, or lack thereof.

There is a code to how Gil lives, or so it seems to Adra. He doesn't agree with it, but it's interesting, nevertheless. ]

I don't much like the idea of being livestock. Or a flower, for that matter.

[ Eyes shut again. ]

Nondescript, one among many ...

[ Though to be possessed appeals, in a way he won't name. Couldn't, at this point. ]

[babbylon]

You are as I donned you before. Utu, or "little sun" in my tongue.

[And only Gilgamesh would be arrogant enough to claim he owned the sun. He isn't to be blamed for shying away from the idea of being anything less, so Gilgamesh brands him as he deserves. Even if he took many to his bed, and even if his heart was restless and belonged to no one, he was good to his companions, to his lovers. He showered them with affection and with attention until they tired of it, as it was simply in his nature.

That is what it meant to be cared for by a King of Gilgamesh's stature. It would be pleasant, but it would also be intense... like staring into the sun.]

One among one. I do not compare my lovers to each other; they are kingdoms onto themselves.

[And thus Gilgamesh gives him a little kiss atop his head, a brief brush of lips, to cement this.]

[hymnals]

I wondered what that meant.

[ A very chaste kiss. Adra feels boneless enough, weightless enough, soft enough to allow it. But he looks Gil directly in the eyes again, and the hazy sheen of earlier is gone. ]

How lovely for your lovers, Gil.

[ He taps Gil on the nose with his index finger, and the subtext is clear: But I'm not one of them. ]

[babbylon]

[Gilgamesh... does not look concerned. Not even remotely. He's too cocksure to even entertain the notion that, eventually, he won't get exactly what he's after. But he'll play along for now, pretending to shrug in all modesty. It doesn't suit him; it's immediately transparent.]

Great romances are like great wars: they take time to wage, and are best administered by the very patient.

[Or the very brash. Gilgamesh bops him back on the nose to tease, and to subtly assure him that he's suffered no offense, no blows to his pride.]

Worry not, little sun. I will chase after your light for some time to come, I am most certain.

[hymnals]

[ COMPARING ROMANCE TO WAR .. he'd have taken Gil to task over that on a different day. A day when he was not so very mana sated, and so very warm, and so very sleepy. ]

You are, of course, free to do as you like.

[ He yawns, and his body relaxes completely, his fingers going slack in Gil's hand. ]

As for me ... I'm going to take a little nap.

[ And, not more than a few minutes later, he's out. Eyes closed again, breathing even, muscles loose. ]

[babbylon]

[Is this the second thread Gil is getting blueballed in IS THIS REALLY HAPPENING

GOD

DAMMIT

@#$%]

[hymnals]

[ yep.

at least he's trusting gil with his unconscious body ... ]