Something real. Something unexpected. Something wonderful, and Gilgamesh himself stands in awe before the manifestation of the great white lionness that prowls its territory in savage twists and turns. Hermione looks as though as she might weep, and this is most unfortunate, because...
"It's beautiful."
...and it really and truly is. If only Hermione understood it as Gilgamesh and Dorian did. If only she understood why power was the only thing that really and truly mattered in this world—if only she understood now what she didn't back then, why the ring on her finger could've been a great boon for the both of them.
But there's no use dwelling on past mistakes. Gilgamesh nods to the dancing duo of lion and panther, takes one step back, then another, then another, until he rests at the center of the makeshift arena. He holds his hand out expectantly, and within moments Ea, the sword of his station, manifests within it. He stands as if posing, as if summoning some manner of god, spreading his free arm and glancing to the heavens for guidance.
"Howl, Ea."
And the sword does howl, and Gilgamesh does speak them, the words of invocation.
"I am the first, before all others. The first hero, and therefore the first knight, the first shield to deflect and defy all harm. Behold, Dorian Gray; behold, Hermione Granger. I am the first, above all others, with the sword of all creation as my catalyst. I will summon the beast called Patronus without fail."
The shard within him shines. The magic around him whips up in a frezy, focuses on that single point. Reach inside, find the memory, find Enkidu. Dorian will see him, briefly, the image of the boy who enraptured Gilgamesh back then and enraptures him now. Just her own spell now, just a bit further.
"Expecto Patronum."
And from the happiness and joy of that eternal friendship springs a massive wolf, which circles its master and throws its head back. Ea howls, louder than before. In this moment they are all powerful and in this moment they are all untouchable. They are ones lifted and loved by their friends; in this moment, they are strongest among all the Seelie, and none could deny it.
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"It's beautiful."
...and it really and truly is. If only Hermione understood it as Gilgamesh and Dorian did. If only she understood why power was the only thing that really and truly mattered in this world—if only she understood now what she didn't back then, why the ring on her finger could've been a great boon for the both of them.
But there's no use dwelling on past mistakes. Gilgamesh nods to the dancing duo of lion and panther, takes one step back, then another, then another, until he rests at the center of the makeshift arena. He holds his hand out expectantly, and within moments Ea, the sword of his station, manifests within it. He stands as if posing, as if summoning some manner of god, spreading his free arm and glancing to the heavens for guidance.
"Howl, Ea."
And the sword does howl, and Gilgamesh does speak them, the words of invocation.
"I am the first, before all others. The first hero, and therefore the first knight, the first shield to deflect and defy all harm. Behold, Dorian Gray; behold, Hermione Granger. I am the first, above all others, with the sword of all creation as my catalyst. I will summon the beast called Patronus without fail."
The shard within him shines. The magic around him whips up in a frezy, focuses on that single point. Reach inside, find the memory, find Enkidu. Dorian will see him, briefly, the image of the boy who enraptured Gilgamesh back then and enraptures him now. Just her own spell now, just a bit further.
"Expecto Patronum."
And from the happiness and joy of that eternal friendship springs a massive wolf, which circles its master and throws its head back. Ea howls, louder than before. In this moment they are all powerful and in this moment they are all untouchable. They are ones lifted and loved by their friends; in this moment, they are strongest among all the Seelie, and none could deny it.