◜𝑮𝐈𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐇 .͟.͟ *
@lionsroars.bsky.social
𝒌ing of great 𝒎ight, 𝒕he ─┈ 𝒕rue 𝒍ion.
ᅠ ⠀ ⠀ ⟢ ⌒⊹₊⠀ ⠀⠀。᭭ᑲ𝓼𝒊𝓭͙𝖎꩖͜͡ɳ ⠀⠀⠀ ₰ꪑ꩜ᛕ𝖊୶ ⠀⠀⠀ ꩇׁ𝖎̲𐍂𐍂◍𐍂⠀⠀⠀ … ⠀⠀⠀ ∿ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❪ ᘜ𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃⠀❫ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˢᵉʳᵛᵃⁿᵗ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ &&.͟⠀⠀⠀Ⲙ𝓲𝐂𝐓ꪶ𝐀̄𝓝𝐓Ꮛ̄𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐋𝒊 ⠀⠀⠀𝑻𝙴̳ɀꉓ𝙰𝓣͡∫𝓲℘Ꮻ̄𝓒𐤠 .ᐟ ⠀ ⠀
He grins at the approval. Cultures of far away lands have enraptured him and she seemed willing to teach. ❝ Absolutely. Songs are part of the culture, thus it is imperative I listen and appreciate. ❞
“⠀yes, that’s right!⠀” a beaming smile as she approves of his pronunciation. after all, approval is a form of encouragement. “⠀and really? would you?⠀”
Ah, classic Gilgamesh. Yet he does not know how to apologize and instead, transitions the topic. ❝ Hm . . . it was idle observation. But nonetheless, I stand by it. ❞ He wryly smiles and adds: ❝ I am Gilgamesh. What of you? ❞
❝Ah—❞ A brief pause. She wasn't sure who this individual was, but he seems to he cordial enough . . . ❝You speak such high words of myself, I'm honestly unsure of what to say . . . ❞
❝ Gagaku . . . and biwa. ❞ Gilgamesh follows her pronounciation, an accent evident, but he was able to nail it. ❝ Very interesting. If you have more songs, I will stay to listen. ❞
corners of her lips curve and tinted with amusement which dances ‘pon her eyes as well. “⠀gagaku, a japanese classical music and ... this is a biwa!⠀” she replies with plumes fluttering with the brightening of her expression.
( @diluviam.bsky.social ) ❝ You remind me of Tiamat, a goddess of the sea and mother of the gods in Mesopotamia. ❞ Gilgamesh absentmindedly mutters out. ❝ A masterful control of water, intriguing . . . ❞
( @astralyrical.bsky.social ) ❝ What fascinating music you’ve composed from that instrument. What is that? ❞ He asks after the music, awe and curiosity in his eyes.
ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴏʀʏ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀. . . ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ɪ’ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏ 𝗱𝗶𝗲𝘀.
更木 剣八. Eʟᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴʏ. 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝐈𝗡𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗗, PEÉRLESS NAME BEFORE C͟O͟U͟N͟T͟L͟E͟S͟S͟ 𝓒⛤𝙈𝘽𝘼𝙏𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙎...𝖎𝖙 HAS 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝐛𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝑻𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃. #BLEACHRP ブリーチ
Unfit to join them, no glorious death, no final cry, he wonders if he even tried— to die a 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐫 fierce and true.
He’s left behind, the living scar, the weight of grief, constant war. Guilt gnaws within a ceaseless ache, for those he loved, for those who break in battle’s grip, their lives forfeit but he lives alone.
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ ᅠ 🩸 𓈒 𝒇┈or ㅤ𓂃 ۟ ᮂ ur͜͡uk ᅠᅠ 𓈊 ் ⺀ 𝒋 ourney away ͡ ꒦ ᅠᅠᅠ