[ Because Gilgamesh owns them now, which is what truly makes it valuable. Setsuna knows that those pencils, each and every part of those awaiting colors, will be undoubtedly used to create more and more beautiful things. With not only the King's talented hands, but also his suppressed heart. Setsuna understands that Gilgamesh too, no matter how expressive he is, still holds emotions that can never be said out loud. Though perhaps, even in a hidden stroke through his creations... He'll finally be able to express everything that he can never manage to by words.
Setsuna returns a smile, softly but equally meaningful. His eyes never leave his King's face, paying attention to every little movement and change. He's said it a few days ago back at Graupera, so he doesn't need to say it again; after all, words lose meaning if they're constantly repeated. He's confident that this precious person has long understood him... He knows that for sure, and today solidifies it further. The young Meister inches closer to the uncharacteristically defenseless King, carefully cupping his face. Staying still just like that, in wordless repose, he begins to soothingly caress those cheeks of his — nothing but the purest purpose against those fingertips. ]
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[ Because Gilgamesh owns them now, which is what truly makes it valuable. Setsuna knows that those pencils, each and every part of those awaiting colors, will be undoubtedly used to create more and more beautiful things. With not only the King's talented hands, but also his suppressed heart. Setsuna understands that Gilgamesh too, no matter how expressive he is, still holds emotions that can never be said out loud. Though perhaps, even in a hidden stroke through his creations... He'll finally be able to express everything that he can never manage to by words.
Setsuna returns a smile, softly but equally meaningful. His eyes never leave his King's face, paying attention to every little movement and change. He's said it a few days ago back at Graupera, so he doesn't need to say it again; after all, words lose meaning if they're constantly repeated. He's confident that this precious person has long understood him... He knows that for sure, and today solidifies it further. The young Meister inches closer to the uncharacteristically defenseless King, carefully cupping his face. Staying still just like that, in wordless repose, he begins to soothingly caress those cheeks of his — nothing but the purest purpose against those fingertips. ]