[ 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.
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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.