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[throwmoreswords]

You'd ought have a good reason for calling upon me directly, Mongrel.
State your case and don't bore me--or there may be consequences.

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[leontas]

I do not speak to plead his case, o' king, only to provide an answer to questions he will avoid. [ the spirit does not seem bothered by the sharpness of Gil's words, their expression cool and impassive. ] He will refuse rest despite his body and mind demand it, to die and return is unkind to both. I would see him rested and honoring the bargain we struck years ago.

[ a bloody hand reaches up to rest on top of Gil's, a gesture weighed down by words unsaid and lifetimes the spirit's host is not privy to. this is not how they desired this revelation to be unveiled, it is not how Mydeimos wished this revelation to be unveiled. but recent events have forced their hand, forced them to remind their host of the pact made amongst the rushing waters of a river over a decade ago. ]

I cannot linger long. Surfacing like this is as equally unkind to Mydeimos as death has been. Ask him when he wakes, he will answer every question you will undoubtedly have for him.

[ the smile that finds Mydei's expression is unbearably soft, almost uncharacteristic from the man he holds himself as. what else but fondness would their hold for their king? it is what they leave Gil and Sampo with as they slip back into the recesses of Mydei's mind, his soul, what little strength that had been holding up his body leaving his limbs in a puff of smoke. like a sack of potatoes Mydei falls toward his brother, unaware yet trusting to be caught in arms much stronger than his own. ]

[anyprice]

[ He knows the feeling. The ache that comes along with the Spirit shackled to your body wrenching control from you. Aha was especially difficult on his body and mind, given its enormity as a God-Like being. Taking control of Mydei for so long... the other is gonna have one HELL of a headache when he wakes up.

He... quietly stands back to watch this interaction though. Not speaking up or interrupting in a way he normally would, were this almost any other interaction, any other conversation--but it feels weird here.

And then Mydei falls. And there's momentary panic in Sampo's eyes as he raises his hands, as if to try to figure out what to do here--but Surely Gil would catch him. The strength he has would make it an easy task for the king, after all. ]

...You uh.
Wanna' get him up to bed? We can get most of the blood off with some water and towels, but...

...
[ is he allowed to ask what the fuck just happened? ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ and oh, the glint in his eye

the angry fire burning behind ruby glass, the where were you and how dare you presume crackling in his chest, waiting pretty on his tongue as the Spirit speaks its intentions plain and factual, to the point

and then a hand comes to rest on Gilgamesh's. Mydeimos' hand, rough and broad from his years of work and his shape, but tender in the way that it now moves. its fingers rest on Gilgamesh and his eyes flick down for just a moment, skin tacky with golden ichor, and it's not the first time Gilgamesh's hands have been covered in someone else's lifeforce as he clasped their body to his, fingers dug tight enough to bruise flesh or dent clay--

he exhales once to catch his composure, looking back up to his Friend-in-his-brother's-eyes, kissing his teeth with a haughty sneer of an expression. ] He'd answer my questions regardless if he knows what's good for him, you fool.

[ but the heat, the arrogance is not even a fraction of how fiery it was moments ago, the King's mercurial mood fading in the wake of those quiet, familiar eyes--and then the expression cracks entirely, heartsick pain taking its place as Mydeimos' body buckles and Gilgamesh surges to catch him, arm around his waist, moving to pull his brother's limp arms around his shoulders so that he can cradle him into his arms like an overtired child, hefting him with a grunt of effort that's more for the shape of Mydei than the weight of him. ]

No. He reeks of blood and he'll have such a tantrum if we put him in his bedlinens like this.

[ try your luck, little jester. ]

[leontas]

[ boneless as he is he is easy to maneuver, to heft until his large form is held securely in his brother's arms. moments pass, utterly short and swift in their eyes─ but to Mydei the moments feel as though they stretch on into forever. a dark emptiness dotted only by the burning pain emanating from every fibre of his body.

do not forget our pact, Mydeimos.

the voice is muffled in his ears, mixed with the harsh sharp tones and worried uncertainty. the surge of nausea hits him first, the throb of his head overwhelming the rest of the pain burning through him like a wild fire. only distantly does he recognize that he must have collapsed, that his companion took charge the moment they sensed his attempt to flee. but there is more to it than that, something Mydei himself doesn't understand, something that he has noticed since he first arrived in the city. something about his brother calls to them. something stirs them into action when before they merely observed.

but that is a thought for another moment, another day, not for the stirring Mydeimos unable to stand on his own two feet. ]

Don't─ [ a croaked out word. ] Ruin the sheets.

[anyprice]

--Right. Right, the. The sheets. We won't ruin them with. Blood. It's so weird seeing golden blood, it's not just me, right? Gold blood gives me a bad feeling for some reason...

Ahem. A, anyway. I'll --try to go find the lavatory??

I think we unlocked that today, I think I actually--...

Going. I'm going.

[ he's gonna hop up and start opening doors--leaving them open behind him so the pair who will be dragging ass behind him will know where to go. Fortunately its not TOO far, just about three rooms down and two to the right--and he's in. Red room, red walls; and he's already racing over to the bathtub to turn the water on. ]