[ic inbox] - Kaisou

[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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[ it was hard to be sincere when you have the world's most self-interested joke living in your brain. it hated serious shit, but--everything about this situation was hilarious to the being, for now. Like some sort of insane sitcom-romcom that it couldn't get enough of.

It's so fortunate for him that it found it funny.
He finds himself trying to look away from Gil's eyes as the man lays out a heavy, over-affectionate truth. It's been so long since he had someone who sincerely cared about him that this is. Dizzying. startling. Wonderful? terrifying. heart-scouring. warm, hilarious--there's too many emotions and its making his head want to explode.

He finds himself curling in and hiding his face in against gil's neck as he's held.

Maybe his hunger can wait.
Maybe he can just stay here, and sink into the other a little furthur. Like a terrible barnacle. ]

I've missed hearing you call me Sammy.

[ the wetness on gil's neck is from his mouth and lips and nothing else. ]

[throwmoreswords]

[ and like any other god, if the Laughter tried to enforce anything resembling its will or desires over Gilgamesh, he would spite it just to do so

so he forges on in his absolutism, laying down his truth with no fear or apprehension, his heart laid bare and his words raw and unfettered. Sam seems--frozen, like a mouse caught before a viper, and Gilgamesh watches him dispassionately, letting him internally writhe, staying still when Sam finally breaks his spell to dive in against Gil.

he gives a low hum, wrapping an arm around him as he curls up, paying no mind to the wetness on his neck, lips finding the top of Sam's head and pressing an affectionate little kiss there. ]

... I've missed you. More than I've ever admitted to myself.