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[Open & Closed] 💥 check yourself before you wreck yourself
Who: Enkidu & You
When: mid Deceuer
Where: Library, around the city, the forest
What: No bond, no glory.
Warnings: Probably angst, looming fear of magic overload
(closed prompts in comments)
Open - The library
The second when they enter the library something heavy and feverish comes over them. Something that makes them desperate, as if they want to undo the choice they have made. Maybe they do not want to explode and face death once again. Maybe they want to live and work hard enough to be able to stand next to their friend again one day.
Whatever it is, you can find Enkidu frantically searching through books and making a bit of a mess. Thing is that they’re not in a mood for anything, really. All they want is to find some way to stop the pent up magic from wrecking their body.
Open - Heading out of town
Enkidu runs as fast as their feet can carry them. Of course, they could have asked anyone to bond with them. If only for a short time. But they couldn’t, it would not be right and eventually there is no other choice left than to settle with the outcome. If they were truly going to explode they rather don’t do it in the city.
Wearing an old woollen coat, a simple pair of pants and a scarf they hurry through the streets, leaving small flowers in their wake.
“Am I close to the forests yet?”
Enkidu stops briefly and any soul can see that they’re far from okay.
“Just tell me yes or no and send me in the right direction if it is a no.”
When: mid Deceuer
Where: Library, around the city, the forest
What: No bond, no glory.
Warnings: Probably angst, looming fear of magic overload
(closed prompts in comments)
Open - The library
The second when they enter the library something heavy and feverish comes over them. Something that makes them desperate, as if they want to undo the choice they have made. Maybe they do not want to explode and face death once again. Maybe they want to live and work hard enough to be able to stand next to their friend again one day.
Whatever it is, you can find Enkidu frantically searching through books and making a bit of a mess. Thing is that they’re not in a mood for anything, really. All they want is to find some way to stop the pent up magic from wrecking their body.
Open - Heading out of town
Enkidu runs as fast as their feet can carry them. Of course, they could have asked anyone to bond with them. If only for a short time. But they couldn’t, it would not be right and eventually there is no other choice left than to settle with the outcome. If they were truly going to explode they rather don’t do it in the city.
Wearing an old woollen coat, a simple pair of pants and a scarf they hurry through the streets, leaving small flowers in their wake.
“Am I close to the forests yet?”
Enkidu stops briefly and any soul can see that they’re far from okay.
“Just tell me yes or no and send me in the right direction if it is a no.”
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Ozymandias' answer comes swiftly after their question with no hesitation, which likely only speaks to the sincerity and intensity of Ozymandias' feelings for her. Even after millennia apart, they have not weakened or waned, and certainly not been eclipsed by another. They never could be.
"Is that your concern? That if you were to Bond with someone, that it would diminish your friendship with the King of Heroes?"
He doesn't bother with answering the other questions. He's a Servant only by technicality -- or from his perspective because his grave was disturbed and his body was removed from its final resting place -- and he's never had any notion of being anything less than free. He is, after all, the King of Kings. Who is freer or in control of themselves than that?
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Enkidu murmurs the words softly and smiles afterwards. It is a beautiful and melancholic thing. Despite that Enkidu finds it difficult to explain what they feel. Yet, they do know that Ozymandias has a very valid point and that it should be taken into consideration. And if so they had to bond quick.
There were a lot of things going through them. Uselessness, that never ending feeling of being lost, problems with magic. All of these things are new to them and they don't like it. Then there is the matter of their place here. Are they still a Servant? Are they still connected to their Master or the Throne for that matter? All this knowledge in front of them and all these wonderful humans who indulge them with stories and their presence. And their feelings barely change.
"He is my true friend, I cannot just disregard such a thing. These Bonds are not the same as an agreement, they go far deeper. Accepting a Bond would feel like...ah...as if I would replace him."
When they speak they manage to keep the tone of their voice even.
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"It is possible that you may grow close with whoever you Bond with. In fact, I would say that it is more likely than not if the Bond is to last at all. But no one can take the place of another and the affection you might feel for one does not take away from the other," Ozymandias says with a slight shake of his head. "People would be incapable of having more than one friend otherwise. Families would be especially impossible."
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"What you say seems right." Still, it remains a difficult decision. Something they need to place while there isn't much time for them to do so. "There is nothing wrong in getting to get closer to another person, I think... It is difficult to find words for what I feel."
Their eyes shift from the flowers to Ozymandias' face.
"I do have to go out. Just in case. It will be quite messy if I will explode here."
They have to go out and bond. Perhaps just temporarily.
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When Enkidu's gaze meets Ozymandias' eyes again, Ozymandias still cannot divine what they have exactly decided as far as the long-term.
"I have said all that I will."
But he has the confidence that they have at least listened somewhat to reason enough that it's tempered the stubborn stamping of their feet and refusal to hear anything else to at least the beginnings of openness to consider exploring the alternative. Ozymandias knows that without Gilgamesh, that is perhaps the best anyone could possibly hope for with Enkidu. What they do from this point is their own choice, and there is little more than even Ozymandias can do.
It's only after they leave that his own attention turns back to the flowers, floating in their pot. Taking the seat that Enkidu once occupied, Ozymandias breathes in their scent to think of her as he so often does.