pawnstorm | [Open] It's getting hot in here

[It doesn't happen often, because Gilgamesh has seen his fair share of well-toned and beautifully shaped bodies, but in Levi's case, Gilgamesh stares.

Levi was a short man, and not particularly handsome in any regard. His face was more reminiscent of a toad than anything resembling attractive, and he spoke in deep, harsh tones. He was very pale and very gloomy in almost every conceivable way, and so no part of Gilgamesh felt at all inclined towards him in a sensual manner.

Until he saw his figure, beneath the layers of the uniform. He's... powerful. Far more so than he ever would've imagined, even having climbed straight off his back. He's intrigued by it, wants to touch, wants to feel, wants to do more than that, but Levi's bark of a reply startles him. He blinks once, twice, then...]

For you, it's not a matter of honor.

[...indeed, stubbornly follows after him. Looks like he's stuck with the king's company for the foreseeable future.]

Call it curiosity, instead.

[ The fact that they're both mostly unclothed isn't the reason he'd felt the need to distance himself. At least, it hadn't been. Nudity he doesn't mind... but this closeness while nude is a bit more irritating. To Levi, it only seems to be an activity that shouldn't be directly shared with anyone he may need to second guess. Purely out of discomfort. Discomfort, though, is still exactly what he feels as he Gilgamesh stares him down. He glances over his own shoulder, as if to check for any dirt or blood he somehow missed, and when he sees none, is only more unsettled.

Although he doesn't move away again, he turns defensively to his side. ]

What? I didn't want to come here for this.

[ He doesn't really think that's what Gilgamesh meant by "curiosity," but it's definitely the thing that's on his own mind. ]

You do not strike me as the sort of individual who would want to come here at all.

[And that's just being honest. Why was Levi here? Gilgamesh knows his type; the unflinching soldier, always with both eyes on duty and both feet facing forward. Why backtrack to what was, essentially, a waste of time? That draws his curiosity, too, brings him nearer to Levi than he may care for.

Gilgamesh has no concept of personal space. He will come as close as he desires and see no issue with it.]

But if you are after the truth, I was admiring you. Your strength still comes as something of a surprise.

[Considering your stature. At least he was cognizant enough to leave that part out.]

[ He'd be right, if the only reason to be here was to soak in the hot spring. But seemingly a tourist attraction or not, this had all come about after the anomaly here was dispersed. It's in that vein that he'd come, and for different reasons, that he'd stayed to take a dip. All more or less inconsequential if Gilgamesh won't insist to know, however.

There are now more important things to be concerned with, though a part of him hopes that he is misreading the, yes, uncomfortable closeness. Gilgamesh did seem to possess a certain lack of tact, in some instances. Accordingly, he tries to set the record clear by pushing a hand out between them, meant to keep him at bay. ]

The way I look... has nothing to do with that. Isn't that the way it is for all of us now?

[It does keep him at bay, in a sense, but it simply encourages him in another. Gilgamesh doesn't push forward, yet instead threads fingers with that hand. A pleasantly warm bond, especially when it initiates mana transfer, and Gilgamesh smiles a little. Perhaps ever so slightly triumphant, as if this was his plan all along.]

The way you look appeals to me.

[Or it does now, anyway. Gilgamesh cocks his head to the side, red, red eyes studying him.]

Are you unaccustomed to it? To being admired?

[ This time, he can't help but balk. He flinches almost, the water splashing with how quickly he recedes. Despite that, those fingers take longer to unweave from his own. The feeling of Gilgamesh's mana mingling with his own lingers, makes him bristle. ]

And you're unaccustomed to being turned down? Don't be stupid.

[ Really, he's not exactly... unaccustomed to it. Just unaccustomed to it in this way. People admired him for his strength and for his actions, but never would they approach him like this. There was a reason that the other scouts spoke of him in a way that seemed to imply he was better before you knew him.

Part of that has to do with his fixation on filth. Anything living is filthy by nature. He has known Gilgamesh more. ]

[That reaction was... strange. This time, when Levi backs away, Gilgamesh doesn't follow. Just as before, he stares at him, and even being such a hardened man he may find it unnerving. Gilgamesh had the eyes of a snake, or worse yet, a devil, and they were fixated upon him now.]

Are you afraid? Or do you simply choose not to understand?

[Maybe a bit of both, he figures. Gilgamesh shakes his head; decides to clarify.]

I've no intentions of forcing myself upon you. I merely wished to look.

[ He wasn't taking it that far, even in his head. All he wanted to express was that he wouldn't be receptive to this, whatever this actually was. While he doesn't like the assumption, it's with the feeling that Gilgamesh is probably trying to save face that he stifles his annoyance. ]

Now you have.

[ A bit more distance between them and he lets himself sink into the water, hopefully settling to be on his own. ]

I wish to look some more.

[Gilgamesh sinks down, too, and dons a daring smirk that suggests he knows exactly what he's doing. Enjoy him, Levi, he's all yours.]

[ He thought this might happen... but he may as well take it at face value, given there's only so much of him that remains visible above the surface. What a childish approach. Thus, treating Gilgamesh like he were a brat, he levels him a frank look. ]

Why don't you give me some peace and quiet? Is that so much to ask?

And if it was?

[Gilgamesh settles himself over a nearby rock formation, all but draping himself on it and putting his body on full display to the other man. Thankfully there's a towel around his waist, though he still manages to be distracting with the intricate tattoos crisscrossing his torso. He appears to be very much aware of that, too.]

You are a Hero now, Levi. Your life is destined to be chaotic. You should acclimate yourself, learn to live more in the moment.

[Those wicked eyes narrow, and he dares further still—]

You cannot possibly say you find me unattractive, so why shy away? It seems rather unlike you.

[ Funny, making a bluff like that when all it does is serve to prove his point about Gilgamesh struggling to understand he's not wanted. Levi looks over him with hooded eyes. Perhaps he is enjoying letting his gaze run over those tattoos, the definition of muscle. Maybe not. It's hard to tell, especially by the way he clicks his tongue at the end. ]

What do you know? Stewing in this bath with you all is bad enough as it is.

[ His repeated criticisms of it, unfortunately, don't stand up so well given that he's still here. You could say he's heavily reconsidering having thought keeping Wilder at bay was a worthy cause. ]

So leave it.

[A simple enough solution. And if Levi really wanted to go, really hated it all so much, Gilgamesh wouldn't stop him. Would only chase so much, because prey that didn't know what it was struck him as a fruitless pursuit. If it cannot feel fear, if it cannot know that it's being hunted, why bother?

Gilgamesh raises a single blonde brow before settling into the water up to his neck. That eternal air of smugness remains.]

You must be well-aware of the concept of mana transfer by now. Would you deny you find it pleasant?

[He'd made that climb along with Gilgamesh. He couldn't have possibly forgotten, even if he wanted nothing more than to block it out.]

Would you deny that you crave the touch of others when you are weak, or even if you are not? You can acclimate... or this world will do it for you.

[ Yeah, may as well forfeit that bet now. Even while he's pushing him this hard, Gilgamesh can see that's where he's going with this. Or he would be, would have already walked out by now, but now that he's already invested this much wasted time, maybe some part of him really wants a reason to stay. Wasted time and wasted money are a travesty, but not as much as all these heroes that no one can whip into shape. This guy included.

Staying here's not helping that though. It's more like... ugh. Levi's brow furrows. ]

What are you talking about? Should you just be "acclimating", or should you be getting better at saving your own ass next time you almost die?

[ Pleasant or not, that's a last ditch effort. The stuff about almost dying isn't entirely being said in mockery though. Once he's given that reactive snap back, his voice lowers. His hand curls over his fist. ]

I know a lot more than I used to. I know what I have to do. What else is there?

Pleasure.

[The answer comes immediately, as it's the only one Gilgamesh has ever known... or at least the strongest one. The air of amusements fades from his features, leaves only the thin crease of his lip behind. For those of weaker will, it's easy to see how they might find themselves hypnotized by those serpentine eyes. This man had a way of speaking that lured people in before they ever even realized the lions' den they'd stumbled upon.]

What else could there ever be, but pleasure? Have you known it? Have you sought it? Or, perhaps...

[He's drawing close again. Because he wants to, but mostly because he can. He knows the strength behind this form best of all. How far could he push, before it snapped?]

...you are so dedicated to the life of a soldier, you'd scorn it outright. Refuse every notion of it, all for the sake of the world and the mission left behind.

[ Pleasure. So he said it after all. Levi kind of expected that, but he wanted to hear what argument he could possibly present for Enprise itself taking them into the fold. He isn't convinced. Since Gilgamesh knows his strength, it should follow that what he said was true. He isn't weak-willed, nor prone to playing along with his whims. Despite what he knows.

He knows the kind of person Gilgamesh really is. And in that vein, he doesn't really know why he chose to favor him, over all of the people he'd just as easily cut to pieces. But when the other man draws close again, his hands still relax and slip away from each other. Casual, because he's not afraid of that. He just hadn't been quite so restrictive before they went to save the heroes from that brothel, took a job to hunt bandits. ]

None of your business. Aren't you just saying what you want to think about this world?

[ Or is he really saying there's some greater reason for it? That it gives him power? ]

[Gilgamesh won't reach out to touch. He's near enough to, but he doesn't. He just keeps watching Levi, intensely, and were he a proper Servant again his aura could be felt, draping around him like a thick blanket. As it stands, Gilgamesh has only his words and his looks to ensnare him, and he doesn't appear too convinced by either.

Even so, this was a matter of pride for Gilgamesh, and Gilgamesh never gave up on those.]

I say what I know. Pleasure is why all human beings exist. It exists within every heart and soul, even among the most stoic. We fight, to pleasure our urges; we protect, to please others; we live on, to please ourselves. Even you, Levi, understand this fundamental principle.

[And so he says what he thinks, what he suspects in that ever cautious mind of his:]

Pleasure is power. Pleasure is wisdom, temperament, feeling. It defines the human experience. Simply put, to deny pleasure is to deny yourself.

[ What he says may be true. At least in the general sense, Levi can see just as well as he can that people are pleasure-seeking creatures. Often to the point of selfishness, and to the misfortune of others. That said, his words have become increasingly nebulous, and the viewpoint from which they're told seems to assume a strangely disconnected wisdom. ]

Now you're just getting carried away.

[ It's his instinct to dismiss it—but on the other hand, something about that tone piques his interest. As if it might help to explain Gilgamesh to him in some way. He's been struggling to understand him ever since that day leaving Menchik... and it's only because of what they'd experienced together before that he seeks to have it answered.

So he still doesn't leave. ]

What puts you in a position to lecture me, huh? [ And if he's talking about human nature, why does it sound like he's implying he's not human at all? ]

I like the look in your eyes.

[Now he's getting very carried away. But it isn't false, for Levi to believe his logic distant at best, utterly intangible at worst. His was the viewpoint of one who had the blood of both men and gods flowing in his veins, of one who could end his war with a single wave of his hand. Of course he'd see the world differently. The world existed in an entirely different dimension for him, a lonely fact that contributed to his isolation.

If Levi seeks to understand him, he's in for an impossible task. Though, by virtue of staying, and listening, he may come just a bit closer to doing so.]

Sharp, fierce, a hunter in the night. I would not lecture the wolf; the wolf runs wherever it wills. As for what I do, and why I do it, it is a different matter entirely. but I will tell you this: if men are the sheep, then I am the shepherd. I have watched over you for generations, and will continue to do so.

[The tattoos all over his body, as well as his eyes, faintly glow. There can be no mistaking it now. Gilgamesh was truly otherworldly in nature.]

I will guide humanity, until such a time comes you reach the stars, and have no further need of me. That is who I am.

[ That may be the best he can hope for, in most attempts to understand someone, let alone Gilgamesh. Then again, the thought may be less expansive in his mind to begin with, since all he wants is to be able to make a judgment by his own standards. As a private person with no expectation of knowing others' histories, what he comes up with is a person's actions.

In this case, they'd flipped all over the board. The feeling that he was wrong or being misled bothers him. And while it's in no small part due to his general foul mood, he may be particularly prickly because of this. Gilgamesh probably noticed. The general change between them in recent times. Granted, once Levi realizes there might be some reason to explain it, he's become distracted.

Like right about now, when looking over the eerie glow in the man's eyes—and letting his eyes wander over the length of his tattoos—seems considerably more interesting. Investigatory. ]

I have no idea what you're talking about. [ Well, not really. He remembers how when they first met, Gilgamesh said he used to be "stronger." It's only that it all adds up to something strange, something he's still making sense of. ]

Why is it a guy like you still has to play soldier for Blanc? [ That is, if what he's saying is true. To be honest, Levi thinks that it is, in his gut. ]

[Smoothly:]

Do you distrust me, Levi?

[So much for wrangling anything in the way of decent answers from this guy. Gilgamesh just cuts in with a question of his own, and if nothing else, he did seem strangely perceptive when it suited him. Like he's known what's been on Levi's mind the entire time, and only just now chooses to broach the subject.

His smile is pleasant, as are the words that follow. It is easy to see how someone duller than Levi might fall for this.]

What reason have you for it? I am quite pleased to fight alongside you, and I am a bit more selective with my...

[Betrayal.]

...anger. If you have doubts, speak to me. I will address them as fairly as I can.

[ Well, if that is the case, he certainly wouldn't be wrong. That he's kept from pushing Levi just near enough to salvage the interaction is credence to the fact. Hence he knows himself that Gilgamesh isn't as dull around the corners as he may appear. The signs of it have always been present, from his ability to quickly pick up on instructions to even the more egregious ways of making plans.

But he isn't perfect either. Far from it. Levi's discomfort can't be soothed by reassuring words. Particularly not when it was his own life that was ever the subject of his concerns. His eyes fall narrower, a returning annoyance indicative that he doesn't much like being talked up or dumbed down. The first response to it is snappish. ]

Cut the crap. [ If he knows what Levi was really thinking about, then he should know being disingenuous's not gonna work. ]

I'll put it like this: I don't like useless death. I never would have teamed up with you if I thought you'd be saddling me with more than I bargained for. [ As in, he accounts that death will occur... but it went beyond his expectations. ] It's no privilege to me to be given special treatment from you. I won't return it. The next time I see you acting out of line with the civilians, it'll be on the other side of my blade.

You already have returned it.

[Because Gilgamesh won't forget it. That climb up the cliff had been one of the toughest things he's ever done, physically speaking, but they made it together—literally off one another's back. Though he does not mock Levi, nor does he conceal what he feels to be the truth from it. The man certainly deserved that much.]

And I will not hesitate to respond with force if a civilian threatens me, or shows disrespect severe enough to warrant punishment. I regret nothing.

[Gilgamesh frowns. Is that all? Would this be it between them? He shouldn't be surprised, but even so, he makes an effort to understand.]

Have your expectations been betrayed? I wonder what it was you truly wanted all along.

[ He doesn't regret it, and he'd like it if he could be cautiously optimistic, assume Gilgamesh isn't going to act outside of the confines of their orders again. In that case, his threat could stay a string of words. They could go on tolerating each other. But Levi finds he can't sit by if that isn't the way things turn out, and if he's being asked, he wants to be clear about that.

Turning his face, he responds like it should be obvious. ]

I didn't want anything. [ Or more accurately, he only did what he wanted to do at the time—because it felt like the right thing. That his expectations feel betrayed... well, he won't say that's anyone's fault. Unless maybe it's his own, thinking that acting for the same goal meant they shared values in any way. ]

We're both stuck on this Heroes unit. If it's going to succeed, it needs cohesion. It needs Heroes to fill it out. To keep that intact, I'm not about to stick up for outliers.

[ You're welcome, Blanc. But really, all he cares about is getting home. ]

You should want something. For yourself.

[Levi's surge of aggression seems to have calmed to a manageable level, so Gilgamesh dares to approach again. But he's more cautious about it, more calculated, sliding in from the side rather than behind. Maintaining a respectable distance, though close as they once comfortably were with each other. Levi may not have reached Gilgamesh, and it may not be possible for him to do so, but he has gotten him to stop and to listen. And that's significant.]

It cannot always be about the mission, for the mission, everything forgotten save the mission. You will also forget to live, to breathe, and to be.

[A tall order for a man like Levi, but Gilgamesh doesn't expect him to embrace that sort of philosophy. Only to bear it in mind.]

You need not "stick up" for me. But I will watch for you, because you are interesting. Because you are humanity's true ideal.

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