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Enkidu & You: A catch-all
Who: Enkidu & You!
When: The beginning of the month
Where: Various places
What: Sad bond things, mopey clay
Warnings: One thread will be NSFW
Will match format, I just felt like prose today.
Closed starters in comments!
A - Market/Shopping district
Enkidu knows it is normal to announce this on the network and tell everyone Caren is gone. But they don’t feel like it. Perhaps others would do so it instead. The first thing they do in the morning is get some potions for Gil. If anything, they don’t want this mind numbing sadness to get to him because of their bond.
“Just give me two of them…” they say softly while they rummage through their bag for some coins. “…I only have these.” Enkidu places two 100 cunes coins onto the counter and they watch how the seller raises both eyebrows and tells them the bottles are 500 cunes a piece. Because potions do not come in cheap.
“I do not have 500 of them. I have these. These are 200 together.”
Enkidu taps on the counter, pointing out the two coins. Truly, the entire concept of money is still somewhat foreign to them.
The seller tells them that he’s not going to sell for 200 and puts the bottles away again. For the first time Enkidu is aware of a certain sort of anger. Because this is not the time to be picky about currency and they really need those flasks. So after letting out an annoyed sigh they plop a sandwich on the counter as well as something that resembles a small, wooden shovel. And a small bag of seeds.
“Is this worth the remaining 300?”
There’s an edge to their voice now, something that implies there’s some anger building up inside of them.
B - A park
It is difficult to focus on the bed of flowers in front of them. Everytime they have decided to pluck away a dead flower or water the ones that need it, their thoughts get lost in that black hole that is forming inside of them. So this is how it is to lose a bonded? Such a desolate and awful feeling. As if Gil himself died in front of them and all they could do is watch. There is that normal sense of missing, a silent longing to create more memories. Something that seems normal for a human to want. Perhaps something that is even normal for them to want now they aren’t what they used to be anymore. But everything else was overwhelming. A feeling that didn’t want them to move their feet or focus their thoughts. And the last thing they want is that it would bleed over to their bond with Gil.
Carefully they sit down, reaching out to remove some weeds. And eventually they just sit still with a clump of weed in their hands and their head somewhere else. It was a bad idea to go out today. Or attempt to do anything.
“Ah…please do not step on that tile…” Now Enkidu looks over their shoulder, the look on their face between neutral and deadly tired and that is exactly how their voice sounds. Tired. So very tired and lackluster. “…do you see the small plants growing at the corners of it? They are quite…young…”
When: The beginning of the month
Where: Various places
What: Sad bond things, mopey clay
Warnings: One thread will be NSFW
Will match format, I just felt like prose today.
Closed starters in comments!
A - Market/Shopping district
Enkidu knows it is normal to announce this on the network and tell everyone Caren is gone. But they don’t feel like it. Perhaps others would do so it instead. The first thing they do in the morning is get some potions for Gil. If anything, they don’t want this mind numbing sadness to get to him because of their bond.
“Just give me two of them…” they say softly while they rummage through their bag for some coins. “…I only have these.” Enkidu places two 100 cunes coins onto the counter and they watch how the seller raises both eyebrows and tells them the bottles are 500 cunes a piece. Because potions do not come in cheap.
“I do not have 500 of them. I have these. These are 200 together.”
Enkidu taps on the counter, pointing out the two coins. Truly, the entire concept of money is still somewhat foreign to them.
The seller tells them that he’s not going to sell for 200 and puts the bottles away again. For the first time Enkidu is aware of a certain sort of anger. Because this is not the time to be picky about currency and they really need those flasks. So after letting out an annoyed sigh they plop a sandwich on the counter as well as something that resembles a small, wooden shovel. And a small bag of seeds.
“Is this worth the remaining 300?”
There’s an edge to their voice now, something that implies there’s some anger building up inside of them.
B - A park
It is difficult to focus on the bed of flowers in front of them. Everytime they have decided to pluck away a dead flower or water the ones that need it, their thoughts get lost in that black hole that is forming inside of them. So this is how it is to lose a bonded? Such a desolate and awful feeling. As if Gil himself died in front of them and all they could do is watch. There is that normal sense of missing, a silent longing to create more memories. Something that seems normal for a human to want. Perhaps something that is even normal for them to want now they aren’t what they used to be anymore. But everything else was overwhelming. A feeling that didn’t want them to move their feet or focus their thoughts. And the last thing they want is that it would bleed over to their bond with Gil.
Carefully they sit down, reaching out to remove some weeds. And eventually they just sit still with a clump of weed in their hands and their head somewhere else. It was a bad idea to go out today. Or attempt to do anything.
“Ah…please do not step on that tile…” Now Enkidu looks over their shoulder, the look on their face between neutral and deadly tired and that is exactly how their voice sounds. Tired. So very tired and lackluster. “…do you see the small plants growing at the corners of it? They are quite…young…”
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