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✐+ rainy days

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     RAIN WAS A RARITY to him, a sight that often left himfeeling comforted as he would watch it fall upon the ground. Just the smellalone that came with it was enough to make him want to close his eyes anddisappear into his thoughts. Lifting his hand, he moved it from under theprotection of leaves so he could allow the rain to fall upon his hand, cool andsmooth like silk as it slipped from fingertips to moist soil. ❝It isa shame that nature is not like it should be in this modern era.❞ ThisSingularity was beautiful to him with its luscious green fields and forests;earthy smells so different from his Egypt drifting across his nose. Taking adeep breath as if to take it all in, he tilted his head back against the tree he and Enkidu restedunder, the rustling of leaves almost akin to a lullaby to him as water bounced off each one.

     ❝I never had a chance to enjoy things like this. Rain wasso rare to see, and with time, it became impossible for me to leave the palace as I did as a boy.It was…stifling at times constantly being indoors, and I desired much more freedom. Just as birds could spread their wings and fly, I too wished for this.❞ How odd it was that words slipped from his lips likewater when he was around Enkidu. Perhaps it was just because he felt comfortedby their presence that made this so, or maybe it was just because theyunderstood him in a way that some would not that aided in this. After all, theyhad seen into the very soul of Gilgamesh, saw past his tyrannical image enoughto grow to care for him so much, that they forever left a mark upon the king’sheart in a way no other ever could (justas Nefertari and Moses would always be in his). He did not have to look at the other Servant to know they werelistening, to know they were smiling. 

     He could simply feel it.

     ❝I suppose I should thank you for staying outside with me despiteit being very much unnecessary. It is not as if I asked for you to do so…but thereare times that even I grow weary of being alone.❞ An admittance that he would give noother but this being — this being who made flowers bloom as if they were oldfriends, who made the grass sing as if they were speaking to one another, andwho listened to birds as if their words were for them alone.

     Only they would hear these words.