[ This actually... feels like a dream the way it occurs; executing without any words being exchanged making it especially so.
The feeling of a disguised nightmare isn't far behind it, though. Not because he can see through the other (not at all—the little smile sets off instinctive alarm bells but there's nothing to support them). After all, he still knows nothing about Gilgamesh. Even their first meeting could be chalked up to the scenario that set the stage for it.
(Afterwards, he had been pretty fine, right?)
Catching a bit of snow in his hand, he continues staring up in shock before finally blinking and looking from his palm to the creator of this. Swallowing, the miserable sticky heat has lost influence rapidly on him, making him a little bit more self-aware in the process. A dragon-- or this dragon, at least, seems to be at more disadvantage in the heat. In fact, it's why he usually only ventures around come twilight here. He wants to ask how he did this, but he's not sure he wants to know, either. It just seems to prove, along with the swords and the power before that this king is definitely of divine blood just as claimed.
There's a dilemma now, that he didn't realize (as well as one he doesn't, not even realizing he's showing some obvious dependence). Gilgamesh is the only one who can do this. Maybe he shouldn't get used to it, it most likely is going to come at premium price. Still, even considering a potential rip-off deal, he's just staring at the other person now for two reasons.
One, is of course, he is speechless (and has no idea anything but what he sees at face value now with Gilgamesh good to his word.)
The other is, however, just Gilgamesh himself. For the first time, he takes a really good look at him—he stands out so much more with white falling around him than the countless sandy dunes. Ah, well, he supposes if this person is very well comfortable with propositioning, he must get what he wants often without fuss considering his appearance alone. He's pleasing to look at, certainly, but that's not what is taken away from noticing this. Instead, its more a thought along the lines of what else did I fail to notice?
Masamune blinks suddenly, realizing he's staring and looks of to the side, a bit embarrassed. Ahh, crap... something is unsettling but he doesn't understand what, so he takes it upon himself to crouch down and start touching the snow laying atop sand. ]
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The feeling of a disguised nightmare isn't far behind it, though. Not because he can see through the other (not at all—the little smile sets off instinctive alarm bells but there's nothing to support them). After all, he still knows nothing about Gilgamesh. Even their first meeting could be chalked up to the scenario that set the stage for it.
(Afterwards, he had been pretty fine, right?)
Catching a bit of snow in his hand, he continues staring up in shock before finally blinking and looking from his palm to the creator of this. Swallowing, the miserable sticky heat has lost influence rapidly on him, making him a little bit more self-aware in the process. A dragon-- or this dragon, at least, seems to be at more disadvantage in the heat. In fact, it's why he usually only ventures around come twilight here. He wants to ask how he did this, but he's not sure he wants to know, either. It just seems to prove, along with the swords and the power before that this king is definitely of divine blood just as claimed.
There's a dilemma now, that he didn't realize (as well as one he doesn't, not even realizing he's showing some obvious dependence). Gilgamesh is the only one who can do this. Maybe he shouldn't get used to it, it most likely is going to come at premium price. Still, even considering a potential rip-off deal, he's just staring at the other person now for two reasons.
One, is of course, he is speechless (and has no idea anything but what he sees at face value now with Gilgamesh good to his word.)
The other is, however, just Gilgamesh himself. For the first time, he takes a really good look at him—he stands out so much more with white falling around him than the countless sandy dunes. Ah, well, he supposes if this person is very well comfortable with propositioning, he must get what he wants often without fuss considering his appearance alone. He's pleasing to look at, certainly, but that's not what is taken away from noticing this. Instead, its more a thought along the lines of what else did I fail to notice?
Masamune blinks suddenly, realizing he's staring and looks of to the side, a bit embarrassed. Ahh, crap... something is unsettling but he doesn't understand what, so he takes it upon himself to crouch down and start touching the snow laying atop sand. ]