[To gaze upon Gilgamesh has often been compared to gazing upon a dream. He is beauty incarnate; selfishness, too, and cruelty, and many other, nastier things, but above all he was made with perfection in mind. It makes sense for Masamune to stare. In fact, Gilgamesh expects him to. He may have even been a little offended if he did not.
The way Masamune behaves, shellshocked and utterly out of his element, reminds Gilgamesh of a child. Certainly, he was very young, no older than his late teens, although the eyepatch suggested a quick and grizzly ascension through the ranks of his people. It's endearing. And, of course, he's also handsome, with soft chestnut hair that begs for his fingers to run through. The subtle crease of his lip, his sharp chin. He's the spitting image of a youth in his prime and he will always be attracted to that dashing sort of figure.
Gilgamesh joins Masamune by the pile of snow and picks it up, packing it into a ball.]
Have you played in the snow before?
[It seems that Gilgamesh may be offering. It's just that whimsical kind of day.]
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The way Masamune behaves, shellshocked and utterly out of his element, reminds Gilgamesh of a child. Certainly, he was very young, no older than his late teens, although the eyepatch suggested a quick and grizzly ascension through the ranks of his people. It's endearing. And, of course, he's also handsome, with soft chestnut hair that begs for his fingers to run through. The subtle crease of his lip, his sharp chin. He's the spitting image of a youth in his prime and he will always be attracted to that dashing sort of figure.
Gilgamesh joins Masamune by the pile of snow and picks it up, packing it into a ball.]
Have you played in the snow before?
[It seems that Gilgamesh may be offering. It's just that whimsical kind of day.]