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[closed] friendship is magic
Who: Enkidu & Gilgamesh
When: Not really long after his arrival, somewhere late in the afternoon
Where: Aristocratic district, close to the Coven
What: big ol' nostalgic reunion
Warnings: M for Mesopotamians
[Enkidu wraps their scarf around their neck when they leave the Coven. So there isn't a magic spell that can guarantee the return of their fingers and in some way it saddens them. Because this is something they want to leave behind. The last thing they want is to look at their hands and be reminded of those awful humans and their cruelty. They promised them they would replace those fingers with prosthetics and no, that isn't something they want. To be absolutely honest, Enkidu has reached a point where they don't really want to hear about magic anymore, or how to use magic or their duties as a witch. If they were fit to cast spells and practice magic they would've been summoned as a Caster, not?
Even though the bruises haven't faded yet, the pain is less troublesome now. The descend the stairs without much trouble and focus on the importance of getting back to their plants. This entire city makes them feel restless and, really, they want to return to the forest as soon as possible.
Still, it is obvious that it is unusually busy in the streets. Busier than usual and finally they start to realize what is going on... They summoned new people from the mirrors, didn't they? Would that mean they would get rid of the old ones? Or did they deem the old Mirrorbound too broken to function now? It isn't strange to throw away things that are broken.
For a moment Enkidu stops to look at all these new faces. And no, they cannot really help it, they cannot help searching for their friend. All their dreams are about him and meeting him and talking to him. These dreams even managed to push some of the nightmares away.
A soft sigh escapes their mouth when they realize how selfish and utterly foolish they are. They wouldn't want him to see them like this. Not now, not ever. Almost automatically they bend the couple of fingers that are left in order to hide their hands in the sleeves of the coat they are wearing.
And when they look up everything has changed. The street is still busy and many faces are still new ones. But one of those faces is more than familiar to them, a face they haven't seen for many, many years. Ages, even. Eventually they manage to move again, their heart beating in their chest. Even after blinking a couple of times he is still there. Right there. Not far from them.
And when they finally speak up it is nothing like that great reunion they wanted this to be some day.]
You should not be here.
[Enkidu's voice is soft.]
It has been nothing but a selfish wish.
When: Not really long after his arrival, somewhere late in the afternoon
Where: Aristocratic district, close to the Coven
What: big ol' nostalgic reunion
Warnings: M for Mesopotamians
[Enkidu wraps their scarf around their neck when they leave the Coven. So there isn't a magic spell that can guarantee the return of their fingers and in some way it saddens them. Because this is something they want to leave behind. The last thing they want is to look at their hands and be reminded of those awful humans and their cruelty. They promised them they would replace those fingers with prosthetics and no, that isn't something they want. To be absolutely honest, Enkidu has reached a point where they don't really want to hear about magic anymore, or how to use magic or their duties as a witch. If they were fit to cast spells and practice magic they would've been summoned as a Caster, not?
Even though the bruises haven't faded yet, the pain is less troublesome now. The descend the stairs without much trouble and focus on the importance of getting back to their plants. This entire city makes them feel restless and, really, they want to return to the forest as soon as possible.
Still, it is obvious that it is unusually busy in the streets. Busier than usual and finally they start to realize what is going on... They summoned new people from the mirrors, didn't they? Would that mean they would get rid of the old ones? Or did they deem the old Mirrorbound too broken to function now? It isn't strange to throw away things that are broken.
For a moment Enkidu stops to look at all these new faces. And no, they cannot really help it, they cannot help searching for their friend. All their dreams are about him and meeting him and talking to him. These dreams even managed to push some of the nightmares away.
A soft sigh escapes their mouth when they realize how selfish and utterly foolish they are. They wouldn't want him to see them like this. Not now, not ever. Almost automatically they bend the couple of fingers that are left in order to hide their hands in the sleeves of the coat they are wearing.
And when they look up everything has changed. The street is still busy and many faces are still new ones. But one of those faces is more than familiar to them, a face they haven't seen for many, many years. Ages, even. Eventually they manage to move again, their heart beating in their chest. Even after blinking a couple of times he is still there. Right there. Not far from them.
And when they finally speak up it is nothing like that great reunion they wanted this to be some day.]
You should not be here.
[Enkidu's voice is soft.]
It has been nothing but a selfish wish.