Hardly. [Finally, the features begin to settle- admittedly, on something that still isn't quite right but at least his eyes don't have his usual characteristic sleepy look and his jaw is more or less right. The next thing to appear are Gilgamesh's tattoos- or markings, or whatever those crimson lines adorning his skin are- and they materialize just as the mole fades away.]
By no means.
[There's little he can do about his voice or... basically everything else that he couldn't nail the first time around but he's doing his best. Even after all his studies, this is probably the limit of his ability- and he's not even sure how long he'll be able to hold it.]
Have I offended you?
[Good is his first thought. His second is a reflexive self-rebuke for thinking it. Regardless, Diarmuid can't help but look a little dejected- and that certainly doesn't help his disguise because he's sure that Gilgamesh has never felt inadequate in any of his lives. As much as he'd like to say that the opinion of someone as arrogant as this man means nothing to him, he's still a fellow warrior and a king no less. It's a weakness on his own part, Diarmuid thinks, that he still seeks his approval anyway.]
[ Gilgamesh does not actually appear as offended as Diarmuid might expect.
certainly, botching any one of the King's perfect features should be ample reason for the man to be executed under ordinary law, but the further Diarmuid strains to shift the details of his face and body towards those of the golden king, the more Gilgamesh seems to be seeing through him.
soon, Gilgamesh appears not to see Diarmuid whatsoever. he is staring at a blank space.
there is no expression in his eyes, and there is no indication that he views himself or any feature of his reflected therein. ]
Unacceptable. [ the King of Heroes looks sidelong at the teacher. ] If even one hair on my head is out of place, it is an abject failure.
[ he says this with utter indifference, then returns his attention to Diarmuid.
Gilgamesh's amusement is sharp. ]
I shall acknowledge your peasant efforts. [ the King's eyes do finally settle on Diarmuid, though his expression remains distant. ] However, I commanded you to reveal the pride of my visage. Such grotesque superficiality reveals a basic misunderstanding of priorities.
[ the pride is Gilgamesh, and everything else follows from that.
he shrugs his shoulder and waves his hand dismissively. ]
Hm, well, that was quite dull. [ again, he looks to the teacher. ] I grant you permission to dismiss this commoner.
no subject
By no means.
[There's little he can do about his voice or... basically everything else that he couldn't nail the first time around but he's doing his best. Even after all his studies, this is probably the limit of his ability- and he's not even sure how long he'll be able to hold it.]
Have I offended you?
[Good is his first thought. His second is a reflexive self-rebuke for thinking it. Regardless, Diarmuid can't help but look a little dejected- and that certainly doesn't help his disguise because he's sure that Gilgamesh has never felt inadequate in any of his lives. As much as he'd like to say that the opinion of someone as arrogant as this man means nothing to him, he's still a fellow warrior and a king no less. It's a weakness on his own part, Diarmuid thinks, that he still seeks his approval anyway.]
no subject
certainly, botching any one of the King's perfect features should be ample reason for the man to be executed under ordinary law, but the further Diarmuid strains to shift the details of his face and body towards those of the golden king, the more Gilgamesh seems to be seeing through him.
soon, Gilgamesh appears not to see Diarmuid whatsoever. he is staring at a blank space.
there is no expression in his eyes, and there is no indication that he views himself or any feature of his reflected therein. ]
Unacceptable. [ the King of Heroes looks sidelong at the teacher. ] If even one hair on my head is out of place, it is an abject failure.
[ he says this with utter indifference, then returns his attention to Diarmuid.
Gilgamesh's amusement is sharp. ]
I shall acknowledge your peasant efforts. [ the King's eyes do finally settle on Diarmuid, though his expression remains distant. ] However, I commanded you to reveal the pride of my visage. Such grotesque superficiality reveals a basic misunderstanding of priorities.
[ the pride is Gilgamesh, and everything else follows from that.
he shrugs his shoulder and waves his hand dismissively. ]
Hm, well, that was quite dull. [ again, he looks to the teacher. ] I grant you permission to dismiss this commoner.