[ it's strange, seeing someone try to appeal to his humanity in such a desperate, sincere way. it puts Gilgamesh in two minds about the matter; the first that wishes to put his foot down on Varian's proverbial (or not so proverbial) neck and see him driven down to his place, having everything spelled out for how pointless and expendable he is
the second wishes to commiserate. to lean into the connection, however brief. the King does not understand Gil, and Gil finds the King charmingly antiquated in his notions, despite his own often repeated protests. ]
I've tried to destroy the world before.
Well. Not me specifically. Not yet.
But the King's come to the modern world in other lives, other times, and found everything wanting--found it all to be rotten and vapid without a single man of worth to be found among the wreckage of his garden, and therefore, he came to desire a purge of the weak and the worthless while he intended to build anew from the ashes. Humans are but mongrels, after all; passing amusements that fill space and die while the King keeps a distant, eternal sentinel, loathing the gods for their pathetic scrabbling for scraps of authority and contemptuous of humanity for their mewling weakness and their beggarly natures. He is greater and lesser than both sides of his heritage, and can be claimed by neither side.
The world was a mockery of the King's world, and therefore, it mattered not to him. The King is always empty, for nothing stands equal to him, as the only friend he ever counted was stripped from him as a punishment by the gods.
I've always felt very empty, myself. I inherited that loneliness in my own way, and I'm sure the weeping of the heinously wealthy sounds just as bitter to the ear as it's being dried with silk kerchiefs. [ if he acknowledged emojis outside of making people angry by using them, he'd maybe put a laughing on there, for tone. ] I don't need it to work well. He's a bright color in a life that's been beautifully sterile in tones of white and gold, and if he dies I do not have it in me to be graceful about it.
The King held Enkidu's corpse until it rotted to clay, and then walked the earth for years in search of immortality so that he might never fear his own death. A snake ate the herb that he found and he rose to become a Wise King until the end of his days.
I've made so many mistakes in caring in the first place. I've indulged my humanity for far too long, and made all of these terrible connections to people, and I care so very much. If I lose that connection, the price will need to be paid for it. I am angry about how I feel right now, and I will be angry if I have to feel that emotion die in my breast.
And that will go somewhere. I will bear the weight of whatever comes next because that is the burden of the King--of the man who makes the decision. That is what being an absolute in life means.
[ it is indeed like looking in the mirror and seeing his reverse--the flipside of the coin, the cruelty of feeding a man a meal before you left him to starve. emotions are messy, wretched things. ]
How much can a wedding cost anyway? 100,000$ for a simple spread?
Don't call him my boyfriend. I'm still cross with him and he's losing the title as a consequence.
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the second wishes to commiserate. to lean into the connection, however brief. the King does not understand Gil, and Gil finds the King charmingly antiquated in his notions, despite his own often repeated protests. ]
I've tried to destroy the world before.
Well. Not me specifically. Not yet.
But the King's come to the modern world in other lives, other times, and found everything wanting--found it all to be rotten and vapid without a single man of worth to be found among the wreckage of his garden, and therefore, he came to desire a purge of the weak and the worthless while he intended to build anew from the ashes. Humans are but mongrels, after all; passing amusements that fill space and die while the King keeps a distant, eternal sentinel, loathing the gods for their pathetic scrabbling for scraps of authority and contemptuous of humanity for their mewling weakness and their beggarly natures. He is greater and lesser than both sides of his heritage, and can be claimed by neither side.
The world was a mockery of the King's world, and therefore, it mattered not to him. The King is always empty, for nothing stands equal to him, as the only friend he ever counted was stripped from him as a punishment by the gods.
I've always felt very empty, myself. I inherited that loneliness in my own way, and I'm sure the weeping of the heinously wealthy sounds just as bitter to the ear as it's being dried with silk kerchiefs. [ if he acknowledged emojis outside of making people angry by using them, he'd maybe put a laughing on there, for tone. ] I don't need it to work well. He's a bright color in a life that's been beautifully sterile in tones of white and gold, and if he dies I do not have it in me to be graceful about it.
The King held Enkidu's corpse until it rotted to clay, and then walked the earth for years in search of immortality so that he might never fear his own death. A snake ate the herb that he found and he rose to become a Wise King until the end of his days.
I've made so many mistakes in caring in the first place. I've indulged my humanity for far too long, and made all of these terrible connections to people, and I care so very much. If I lose that connection, the price will need to be paid for it. I am angry about how I feel right now, and I will be angry if I have to feel that emotion die in my breast.
And that will go somewhere. I will bear the weight of whatever comes next because that is the burden of the King--of the man who makes the decision. That is what being an absolute in life means.
[ it is indeed like looking in the mirror and seeing his reverse--the flipside of the coin, the cruelty of feeding a man a meal before you left him to starve. emotions are messy, wretched things. ]
How much can a wedding cost anyway? 100,000$ for a simple spread?
Don't call him my boyfriend. I'm still cross with him and he's losing the title as a consequence.