[When her hands move away, one of Gilgamesh's gently takes them up again, and he can nearly fit them both in a single palm. He squeezes around them, and she may note that he's quieter than he's ever been. Those eyes of his can prove foreboding at the best of times, but now they are thoughtful. He has made his move, and the result pleases him. He has found another Kirei, another Dorian to sink fangs into, and languid aftermath triumphs.
Now, Gilgamesh can relax. There's nothing more to do than push her along the waves that guide her straight into his den. And wasn't it funny, wasn't it sad? She's already here, anyway, and doesn't even realize what here actually means.
Taking the ring from its resting place, he slips it onto her finger and bends his lips for a kiss upon the gem. True to his claim, it glows with recognition, sends warm waves from skin straight to flesh. This is Gilgamesh's energy—Gilgamesh himself surging through her and offering support from within.
He lets the moment be, lets it ripen, draws it out, then looks back up. His face indeed reveals all the answers, the only one: I want you.
And he says not a word. Actions and airs have given her everything.]
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Now, Gilgamesh can relax. There's nothing more to do than push her along the waves that guide her straight into his den. And wasn't it funny, wasn't it sad? She's already here, anyway, and doesn't even realize what here actually means.
Taking the ring from its resting place, he slips it onto her finger and bends his lips for a kiss upon the gem. True to his claim, it glows with recognition, sends warm waves from skin straight to flesh. This is Gilgamesh's energy—Gilgamesh himself surging through her and offering support from within.
He lets the moment be, lets it ripen, draws it out, then looks back up. His face indeed reveals all the answers, the only one: I want you.
And he says not a word. Actions and airs have given her everything.]