[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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TAKE THIS ONE TOO

[babbylon]

Countries cannot love, nor can they marry for it.

[Gilgamesh states this simply, matter-of-factly. Vietnam's path, while not necessarily as lonely as his own, was also one where she was surrounded by other people she couldn't truly touch. She was an immortal, and they were simply her citizens. Simply those to protect, those she existed for. Matters of love were beyond her station, as they were supposedly beyond his.

And yet she's so warm with him, he'd never believe it. He'd never believe she lived as such an entity, on a pedestal above everyone else. She has always been down to earth, and reasonable, and fair. A good wife, he thinks, if she'd ever accept another's hand. A modest wife, modest yet proud. For he knew her history, and therefore knew she would fight, and continue to fight, for as long as she had to.

He grasps around her hand. So small, yet so strong. Stronger than even his now.]

Even so, you are capable of it. So I would give you mine, as well. Walk with that love. Walk, and remember, even should we part...

[His eyes almost seem to glisten. Mischievous things, but here, they are... warm.]

A King once favored you.

OH NO THAT ONE IS CUTE THOUGH??? even if for grosso reasons

[hoasen]

[He understands all too well, after she explained it to him. Countries cannot love, nor can they marry for love. Marriage is political, to unite lands. They often wonder what love is like. And she would often hear France's stories about it, even though he knows all too well that he can't.

And Gilgamesh would understand because it is the same for him. They have their duties to serve their country. Even if he ruled his, and people feared him. He gave his home his entirety. And even so, he gives her love, and encourages her to love. She knows why she cares for him so.

She pulls his hand and holds it close, and this time she's the one who kisses his fingers.] To hear that from a tyrant who strikes fear in the heart of men. You have more love than I do, Gilgamesh. I know it for certain. You understand it more than I do. [And she can only hope that he continues to keep his heart open, no matter how lonely he, they, can be.]

Then I will say this too. Should ever that day come, my feelings for you will remain the same for eternity. This is not easy for me...a-ah...

[She clears her throat awkwardly, and answers a little slip of paper properly.] I like you, too.

[babbylon]

[What more is there to even say? It seems they understand each other all too well now.

Without another word, because they are no longer necessary, Gilgamesh dips his head and gives his tigress, his queen, a long, deep, and proper kiss, so even if she cannot love she will at least know what it feels like. She will at least know it was felt towards her by someone she cared for in return, and that her memory will not so easily fade for him, either. He will remember the woman who believed in him from the start and so helped lead him to glory once again, not that it ever truly faded.

Even a tyrant has his soft spots. And Vietnam has found one of them for sure. Or rather, she has become one of them.]

[hoasen]

[She cannot love, that is what she kept telling herself. It will hurt less when they leave, or die. Just love them as much as it will make them happy. But now, she understands what it is like to love and be loved. To be guided so that she can still have her walls taken down, and grow only stronger for it. He may not be her leader, and she will still say this, but he is her king in a very different way. A more human way. Who would've thought? Perhaps she will care a little more for this world now, knowing where, or who, it had lead her to.

And so she returns his kiss, slow and deep, to return his love with her own. To thank him for caring for her like this. To show him that she will care for him. Just like this.

Eternity is a long time, and she won't even know what the future holds for them. But for now, they are within reach. And if her long years have taught her anything, it is that she will treasure every moment of it.]