[semi-open] come, let's fly.
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!]
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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In all honesty, he expected a smack for his provocations. Even he could acknowledge he'd deserved it, wouldn't have complained too much, but instead she's earnest. Painfully so. She's touching him before he gets the chance to protest—and really, how could he—and he's at a loss for words, as well as what to do.
The roll's mostly just for silly show, now. He could easily break free. So his own hands come up, and they grasp hers, and again, he stutters. He stumbles. Nobody ever dared to touch the King without permission, least of all in such a tender area, in such a tender way. Should he scold her? Should he punish her? Should he...]
Your hands...
[...you can do better than that, Gilgamesh. Really.]
They are very honest.
[He favors honest over pleasant. She's no soft, delicate thing. If she represented a country, it meant she had to have the will befitting one. A country waged war, so these hands must've killed before. They must've done great harm, even prior to arriving in Enprise. And yet here, they hold him as though he's precious. It's flattering.
Gilgamesh turns docile in their grip. It seems he may have learned his lesson; that clever poison on his tongue has died down as he stares mutely at her.]
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She is usually pretty good with asking permission, but at the same time, when she wants to do something, she'd just go ahead and do it. Her own determination was what pushed a normally shy and humble country into doing many things. If that meant punch or caress a king, then that is exactly what she'd do.
What confuses and surprises her is Gilgamesh's reaction. For some reason, just this one reaction of him grasping her hands, voicing his opinion has her reeling before she calms. She is no longer frustrated at him. There's just something about Gilgamesh, like he understands who she is. She is as gentle as she is fierce. He pushes and he pulls, but not in a way that causes her complete distress.
Vietnam doesn't draw her eyes away. It is gold staring into red, but her gaze, finally, is soft. Outwardly, someone would probably think she's rewarding him now for his good behaviour. But for her, she wants to prove that his own honesty makes him dearer. Her fingers remain touching his face, but her thumbs curl so they can take his hands. Relaxed, and she shuffles her knees just to sit a little closer.]
No one ever said that to me before. [It's true. They say her hands are skilled, but that is all.] But if actions speak louder than words, then I am glad you understand. I suppose the most honest here is you.
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Eventually he does pull away, and sheepish, he removes himself from the roll without issue. I suppose the most honest here is you stings a little in this regard, as it's very obvious that's not true and that she's extending him the benefit of doubt he doesn't truly deserve.
But he will remember this. He will remember that she did. And that's what's important.]
I am glad you are trying.
[To understand. Even though she will never.
Gilgamesh picks up the rolls he left behind, and with a short smile, nods for her to continue along with him down the aisles. It seems their bond has grown stronger.]
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Glad that she is trying? She wonders what he means. Vietnam knows exactly what she means though. She may not know how badly he can become, but having observed him through their time together and the network, she knows he has a great number of flaws that could be worthy of judgement. But Gilgamesh has not denied them. To her, that is still honesty.
The fact still remains: he is good to her. And if he reveals himself to be the dark king he is, well, she fears nothing. She never will forget that he is gentle when he wants to be. She doesn't fear the darkness, as long he doesn't betray her. Don't worry, she's played the game for more than a thousand of years.]
I always give my best. And to those I want to give it to.
[Not just to those who deserve it. Vietnam gets up, brushing down her robes to smooth them out. She smiles when he picks up the rolls, and she folds up the fabric that wrapped him up, making note to make him something nice. Vietnam accompanies him, using distractions and quick hands to grab a few other bare trinkets and accessories while he's not looking. It's a surprise.
Because even a monster deserves something nice when he treats her this well.]