[Open] It's getting hot in here

[showsnopiety]

Who: Caren and anyone visiting the hot springs!
When: Post dungeon, could be right after fail/success, could be days after
Where: Hot Springs of course
What: There's a hot springs, so now there's a hot springs episode.
Rating: Could be a p-13 and beyond because some people are only wearing towels in this place.





[Win or fail, everyone needed a reason and a way to relax. With the fall of the towers, there was all sorts of good things to come from it. Some would say it was the birds; and others would say it was the hot springs.

The large, large pools of heated water. Sure, they could be used as a way to get all steamed up (or even steam punk) but after all that hard work, everyone deserves a break!

Bring your swimsuits, your towels, your drinks and snacks-who knows, you should be able to find them in the bazaars, or even on Airy. It's time to soak in the heat!]

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[quaria]

[ Hehe... Gilgamesh does, does he. Unfortunately, the King wouldn't be able to hear his laugh often. But that doesn't need to be said. ... However, today, he doesn't need to worry of that yet. Maybe it feels like a dream, but Setsuna will always strongly reassure of his presence. What did he say before? That the King is his reality. In that manner, he hopes that his King would also realize it someday — that he's real too, and that his memory will always remain even if he were to one day fade. It doesn't change the fact that he exists.

Exists. Even though if they were to part, Setsuna can promise his King that he will continue on living. He has made this same promise to many others, and he has no intention of breaking it no matter how much anyone would attempt it. Although looking at two different skies, they still nevertheless continue to exist... After Gilgamesh lets out such an unexpectedly cute voice, Setsuna has to hold back another laugh. He does this time, instead he smiles under his soundless expression paired with light eyes. ]

I, actually...

[ Nah. This is too easy. That's not fun... Instead of continuing his sentence, the young Meister suddenly — playfully — shoves his own King towards the waters before standing up to run. Now, he lets out that held back laugh as he remains in safe distance.

If the King wants to hear the rest, he's going to have to fight him for it. ]

[babbylon]

[Well, he set himself up for that one.

Gilgamesh, being unguarded, gets pushed right back into the water with a yelp. Back home, this would've been extraordinarily dangerous; the instincts of a Servant were not easily subdued, and it would've read as an attack. Gilgamesh tended to respond to those with extreme prejudice with little in the way of survivors. But here it's all muffled, so it's alright. He just sputters in a particularly pathetic way and shouts after Setsuna, indignant:]

MONGREL! I'll destroy you for this! You cannot escape me now!

[If Setsuna wants to play, he'll play. Gilgamesh crawls out like a drowned rat and... is he desperate enough to cheat here? Yes, he'll cheat. He employs a quick bit of psionic magic to give himself a speed boost and goes chasing after Setsuna. Which probably makes for an amusing image, watching the King of Heroes fly past in nothing but a towel. But he's a man on a mission, and he will have revenge! Not even his own knight could get away with such insolence!

Here he comes. And once he gets close, he's totally returning the favor and tackling Setsuna into the nearest spring if he can. Deal with it, you brat.]

[quaria]

[ Hey, wait a minute...!? Setsuna could barely even react! Seeing the King bolt through the slippery floor with speed magic of all things, he could only respond with a surprised voice before the two boys disappear into the next spring. A pillar of water, no different from a fountain, shoots across the scene before all is silent again. Distant chirping of birds flow through the wind as nothing happens for the next few seconds.

Nothing on the surface at least. Underneath holds a unique sight. Through the warm aquatic surroundings, Setsuna opens his eyes to see his huffy King's red eyes staring right at him. Those cheeks seem to be just as reddish. He wonders if he teased too much. He couldn't help it... He wanted to take his first steps to reaffirming himself, of his existence, and of his reality. That road doesn't have to be a lonely one. That's why he thought to make it as lighthearted as possible. It's actually a little embarrassing.

How else could he say it without causing himself wanting to run... In these waters, his voice won't be able to flow. But he says it, anyway. He mouths something against the soft waves, staring at his King's eyes, as he touches that cheek with one hand. In these waters, he says it in their tongue: "I missed you." ]

[babbylon]

[Setsuna may have teased too much, but much as Gilgamesh would deny it, he likes it. He likes to be noticed, in this way; spoiled, in this way, with affectionate intention. His words are only noise, nothing truly threatening, and even though he wrestles with Setsuna in the water it's all in the name of bonding. Setsuna understood the world through his abilities as an Innovator, or at least once did, but Gilgamesh understood it through contact. He touches Setsuna, not only because he likes him, but because it's as close as he'll ever come to achieving the man's stated dream. An impossible dream, yet one he encourages nonetheless.

Gilgamesh cannot hear what Setsuna says, but that doesn't matter. He feels it. He sinks into those fingers, nothing like soft but everything like what he wants anyway. Enkidu could never said to be soft, either, hewed so roughly from clay, yet he enjoyed him all the same. This association might have been dangerous, borderline obsessive by now, yet he's fallen too deep to break away from it.

So Gilgamesh tells him in return, softly, in the same tongue:]

I am glad that you are alive. I am glad that we met.

[He tells him what he wants from everyone, but from those who would dare to know him most of all—]

Remember me. Remember this. Remember how grand this life was.

[—because it has always be and always will be Gilgamesh's greatest fear to be forgotten.]

[quaria]

[ As an existence that values every other, Gilgamesh had nothing to worry of that regard either. Setsuna, who tries to embrace every little blossom within his short arms... He will never forget any of them. The meaning of the winter rose seals that fact. That although it may seem so futile, it isn't to someone like him. It's because everything is fleeting that he values them so much. No life is meaningless. Each and every individual that ever came into existence would always leave something behind; it stays, even if they were to part or fade away. In that manner, their memory is immortalized for generations to come.

Certainly, Setsuna will make sure to remember... Gilgamesh, against the watery gray and blue, is flushed along with the rays of the sun. His existence pierces through the aquatic scenery with vibrant colors. His distant King which floats so close to him now... The wordless Knight can only stare out as everything reflects against his eyes, nodding to make his promise one more time. As the King seemingly melts against his hand — the very same preserving hand which ironically fell lives — extends a touch so gentle that anyone would be reminded how contradictory Setsuna really is.

A living weapon that couldn't grasp love, yet shines it far more than anyone... He who broke the definition of love and proved to those around him, that regardless of the fact he's so broken and empty, simply carrying hope in his heart illuminates his existence with overflowing meaning. Setsuna too floats there, the remaining of his smile dissolving — returning to that usual iciness. He moves two hands down, taking hold of two of the King's. It's then that he brings the two of them up again, back to the surface reminiscent of that time.

And once the winds welcome them back to the world, Setsuna voices out: ]

I will continue to live on.

[ And thus, continue to remember everything. ]