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Cos there are some nights I hold you close, pushing you to hold me. [LOCKED]

Who: Gilgamesh and Beatrice
Where: Prospero PD
When: Between April 4th and April 11th
What: An usual request from the most unlikely person to an equally unlikely person.
Rating: PG-13 because Gil will be Gil?
Warnings: Possibly cursing in an ancient language, possible moemoe tsuntsun deredere. Oh, and plenty of trolling. You know, the usual.

[ ...Well, it's not too surprising that this happened. It's actually more surprising that he HASN'T been jailed yet due to the various crazy stunts he pulls on a nearly daily basis. But alas, he just happened to make too much of a ruckus and it landed him here. But he was a king, damn it. His protest fell on deaf ears, and he was sentenced to a minimum of a week in jail, to be released after only with bail.

There weren't very many people he could call. If they would allow him, he'd just pay for himself. But stupid mongrel rules are stupid and what not. There was Arturia, but he would never hear the end of it from her. V/V... No. He didn't want her to see him like this. ...No, don't even think about her. You don't need more shit to deal with. But she's the best choice after all, isn't she?

Giving a sigh, he'll use his one call to ring up a certain witch of the golden variety. Hopefully she answers. ]

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I wouldn't have been much of a king if I couldn't pick up on such things. [ Notice the past tense? Yeah, he's starting to realize how silly the whole parading a meaningless title around thing is. He still has whatever pride is left, he's just... perhaps not as quick to throw it around as he once was.

Surprisingly, a nice short walk from the jail to the condo was rather relaxing. Or maybe he just enjoyed conversing with her. Who could really say? They'll eventually arrive at the elevator, and he'll urge her to step in first. Yes, the private room elevator. Because fuck walking stairs. ]

Ah. I do hope the lions didn't cause you any trouble. I'm sure their worried about my sudden disappearance from their daily lives. I only hope I left enough food for them.

[Oh, don't think she didn't pick up on the wording, there. Perhaps this whole jail thing humbled him a little.]

They were at the end of it when I came in earlier, so I gave them a bit more. I hope that's alright. They kept milling around me as though I had you hiding behind my back, so I gave them something to take their mind off of it.

[She would be out of the elevator before him but it's his door to open, so she'll stand beside him and let him do the honors.]

[ It clearly did something. Though it's hard to say if any of it will remain after things go back to normal for him.

Ah, but that comment would make him chuckle. The lions always did have an excellent sense of smell, didn't they? Amusing thoughts filled his head as he stepped out of the elevator and unlocked the gate-door that lead into the condo. Of course, the second he does he's pounced by the two adoring lions. He'll give them a bit of love before shooing them away for a bit and turning back to Beatrice. ]

You're free to do whatever you like for the moment. I believe I require a nice warm bath before I do anything else.

[ And before she can actually say anything, there's a pile of clothes where he once stood and the sound of bath water running in the distance. Yes, he's that fast. ]

[Seeing him with those cubs was always kind of heartwarming. It was like watching a father being returned to his children.]

A...Ah, well...

[This is all she'll manage to get out before he wanders off, shedding his clothing all the while. She'd shake her head. The man has no shame whatsoever. Well, if he was going to be gone for a moment, this would be a good time to brew some tea. Hopefully she could dig up a bit without having to go back out. All this traveling had her a little weary.]

[ She'll find what she's searching for in one of the cabinets. What might surprise her is the variety of teas that actually sat there. Everything from Earl Grey to Da Hong Pao. Of course, it's entirely up to her to decide which would be most fitting.

Meanwhile Gilgamesh slowly sunk himself into the bath. The water might be scalding hot to some, but to him it was incredibly soothing. Just soaking like this was something he could always enjoy. The various salts he used helped to create an even more relaxing atmosphere, and whatever troubles or worries that he may have had these past few days were so far away at the moment. It would be far too easy to loose track of time like this, so she may actually have to come get him whenever the tea is actually ready. ]

[She was shocked at the variety of tea he had. Shocked and impressed. This collection might be even better than her own. She'd rustle around in the cupboard and sure enough, he had what she was looking for. No tea could be more relaxing than chamomile, and after hunting around for some honey, she'd make up her mind to prepare some.

After a short while, the tea was nicely brewed and ready...but he was still steeping. If she waited, the tea would grow cold. There was no way to know when he would be done. These last few days had been stressful and he needed that tea far more than she did.

Fiiiiiine.

She knocked on the door gently, teacup in hand.]

Gilgamesh...your tea is ready. If you make yourself somewhat presentable, I'll be glad to bring it in there for you.~ ♥

[ It felt as he had just begun to make himself comfy when a certain witch's knocking broke him out of his trace. ...But why should he have to make himself presentable in his own home? Sigh. Whatever. He had probably had enough time soaking anyways. There will be the distinct sound of him climbing out of the tub and wrapping something around him, and a few seconds later he'll open the door. Never mind the fact that he's still dripping wet. ]

Ah, is it done already? That was quicker than expected.

[She had thought to just leave the cup on the sink, so being met at the door was a surprise in and of itself. But to actually catch a full glimpse of him with only a slight bit of cover? The strongest willed woman would fluster and she was no exception, really. She turned her head but the damage was done. Her cheeks were brilliantly red. All she could manage was to offer him the cup and hope the shameless bastard took it quick.]

I...I'd have brought it in, you know. You didn't have to get out. You're going to drip all over the floor, you know.

[ It would have been rude to not greet her properly though, wouldn't it? Besides, he was feeling much better after that little soak. And what man couldn't resist teasing a woman? Especially when her reactions were way too cute. Even if she was a cruel and rude witch at times, she still had her femininity that would allow such reactions to occur. And he was going to exploit them for his own fun. He'll just casually lean out the door, gently taking the cup from her hands... and leaving a teasing kiss on her cheek. ]

...I suppose you have a point. Give me a moment and I will join your shortly.

[ Annnnd he'll disappear for a few more moments, only to rejoin her decked out in a rather fancy bath robe. At least it was better than being half naked, right~? He'll casually plop himself on one of the couches, finally able to take a sip of the warm tea. After a moment or two of enjoying the taste, he'll give a satisfied sigh. ]

I have to commend you on your knowledge of tea. You seem to know just how long to let it steep before serving it. I could never get that right myself. It's either too bitter or too weak. I suppose one can't be the master of everything.

[She'll grumble something under her breath. How dare he think he can just put her on the spot like that. And kissing her cheek so innocently. He's lucky he took the cup or he'd be wearing the tea.]

Tch, take your time. The last thing I need is for you to come out here before you're ready. I've seen quite enough, thanks.

[She'd be seated on the couch, legs crossed, sipping at her tea. She had to admit the man made himself at home fairly quickly no matter the company. And the appearance of him in his robe didn't help to curtail the thought. She wanted to be angry, but compliments always seemed to warm her heart even more than the tea before her.]

It takes a lot of patience. My tea-making is nothing to my butler's, but after having so many cups in a lifetime, you get a feel for taste.

I'm glad you like it.~

[ But of course. He was a man of little shame. He had just gotten used to being able to roam around his home in pretty much nothing these last few weeks too, so that probably didn't help. Ah, boys will be boys. Even if they are hundred year old boys.

It was funny. He never really cared much for tea. He had always preferred wines or just plain water. Mainly since that was what he was used to for the most part. But he could probably get very used to tea. Especially if someone with such skill. ]

A butler? I wasn't aware witches employed others to work for them. Couldn't you just make tea appear before you as you willed?

[Was that the slightest bit of interest in his voice or was he simply pulling her chain once more? Either way, she'd answer. She appreciated any chance to discuss being a witch. She missed her powers so.]

Witches are able to summon 'furniture' to aid them.
You know the girl Asmodeus that was brought here? She knows who I am as well as anyone. She was once my furniture.

[Teasip.]

Certainly I could conjure my own tea, but Ronove makes better tea than I could even imagine. As a demon, he is fearsome; as a butler, he is gifted.

[ Well, she certainly has aroused his curiosity. After another sip, his eyes would drift from the depths of the cup and back to her. And if she happened to catch his gaze, she would realize how intent he was on getting much more information out of her. ]

So that's what you're calling them these days. I can't decide if it's just as degrading as calling them slaves or possible even more so.

So, you summon them yourself. Does that mean you also created them? That seems like too much trouble just for tea. Although, if all of them are as cute as that one is, I suppose I can't blame you.

[ Said with a teasing tone, obviously. But that last bit of hers does bring several more questions to mind. ]

A demon, you say? And here I thought you were supposed to be high class. Why would you ever ask for the help of something so filthy?

[ Beeecause the only demons he knows are... actually filthy disgusting terrible things, okay. ]

[She did happen to catch that gaze. And it only stirred her to talk further. How fun is was to chat so casually about things like this with someone.]

They are furniture. Seen and not heard. Useful, yet understanding of their place. The best kind of furniture convinces you he is not there until he is needed and at that point he makes you remember why you chose him all over again.

Indeed they are summoned on my power. They are not simply used for tea making, however. Battles have to be waged and when they are, your furniture either makes you proud or you send it back to the abyss from whence it came.

[Cute, huh? She might have bristled a bit.]

Hm. If you think that's cute, you should see her other form.

And Ronove is not any demon. He is a lord of hell. He is clean and elegant. I don't know where you get your information.

In that case, I'm rather jealous. I don't know how many times I've wished for my own servants to disappear before my eyes. Especially when they bring nothing but troublesome news. Just thinking about it makes me--

[ No, now wasn't the time or place for that. He was trying to learn more about her. Another sip of tea will help him focus on the task at hand. ]

So they also act as your personal army. Interesting. I never knew witches were capable of such things. In fact, I believe at one time they were only able to bless and curse people. Perhaps you aren't actually a witch, but some form of goddess, hm?

[ Another form? Cue a wild imagination taking that in a completely wrong direction. Which may be just as well, really. ]

No, no. I believe I'm fine in that regard.

And I get my information from where I usually get it. My own experiences.

[Jealous of her? That's new. She kind of likes the feeling.]

They are always like that. When they have served their purpose, they dismiss themselves. It would be troublesome to linger when not wanted.

[All this talk is making her feel very confident. She'll give him a haughty little grin.]

Oh, I'm not a goddess. I'm not so benevolent. I can bless and curse others, but it's so much better to do things first hand.~

You have to understand. I'm not just a witch. I'm an endless witch. One granted with the most power of any of the others. You maintain such a title with cruelty and grace...and with an iron fist.

An endless witch, bestowed with immeasurable power. Surely someone like yourself would be recorded in history along with all the other so-called myths and legends. And yet, as much as I searched, the only Beatrice I found was the angel that some old fool loved.

Is it that you simply never made your presence known? Perhaps you were satisfied only having a select group acknowledge your existence, and live in fear of you.

That may well be due to the fact that I come from a different world than yours. The meta-world bows at the mention of my revered name.

In the mortal world, my legend looms large on the island I frequented and perhaps went no farther.

[A grin.]

You searched for information on me, then~? How flattering.~ ♥

Would you expect less of me? The king who knows all in his world should continue to do the same in the next. Besides, I was honestly considering if you were simply trying to lead me on. After all, I've already met a great deal of Heroic Spirits that were not part of the fourth or fifth wars. I had to make sure you weren't a Caster simply hiding the fact.

Although, I suppose in hindsight that wouldn't make too much sense. It seems every servant that has arrived thus far has the stupid idea that hiding behind their class name will do them any good here.

I assure you I am no heroic spirit and if I were, I would not hide behind a moniker. I am Beatrice, the Golden. To take another name would mean I am ashamed of who I am. I am a proud, endless witch. There could never be any shame in my existence.

So, since Saber obviously goes by her class name, does that make you two enemies in your world~? Is it not odd to love your opponent so fervently~?

[ Oh boy. She just had to mention her. The woman he was still slightly obsessed with even if he denied himself admitting to it any longer. The woman who he felt... mostly confusion now. This was going to be, well, awkward. ]

...You could say that, yes.

Heroic Spirits are, as you may have already guessed, legendary figures of history. They are summoned to be the servants of magi participating in the Holy Grail war, which, is just what it sounds like. A bunch of fools killing each other to obtain something that is obviously fake and tainted. It was said the winner would receive the holy grail and whatever they desired would be theirs. Oh, if they only knew.

As for Saber? What can I say about her that isn't obvious? She is a fellow a king, although a rather stubborn one with annoying ideals. Ideals that at one point I had hoped to crush and corrupt. After all, it isn't every day you get to bend such a legendary king as King Arthur to your will, right? Ah, but she resisted me. During that war and the one that followed ten years later.

You and I are not so different, then. I, too, knew someone with annoying ideals. Ones he held to so tightly, his knuckles grew white. I wanted to leave him in ruins and when he was at his lowest, I'd make him my furniture. Subhuman. Compliant.

[Another sip of tea.]

He resisted me as well. And I never got to see if my plans would ever pan out. I'm told things worked out well for me in the future, but I'd have liked to experience them for myself.

I know you think I don't understand how you feel about her. But I do. More than you know. That's why I don't ask you for more than I know you can give. Because I can give you no more than that, myself.

You and I are similar creatures. That is what makes us compatible, but also what will always keep us at odds.

Perhaps a bit more similar than I had ever imagined. Interesting.

[ If she hadn't already captured his attention before this day, she certainly would have earned it by now. How long had it been since he met anyone with even slightly similar experience to him? And with an ego and personality to match. Even if this was something never meant to be, that didn't mean he could enjoy her company. Or even respect her a bit. ]

It's a shame, isn't it? And yet, I understand what you're trying to say. Not only would it be disrespectful to each other, but to ourselves as well. For this is no romantic tragedy, and I am no Romeo.

But... that doesn't mean we can't enjoy the company of each other. Nor does it completely rule anything out. Time changes many things. Perhaps even us, some day.

No. You most certainly are not Romeo. Romeo who so easily passes between eternal loves like a frog to a lily pad. Impulsive Romeo who leads poor Juliet down the primrose path and to her doom.

You are far from him.

If I may be frank, I've grown fond of you, brat though you are. It occurred to me on the way here, actually. You asked me why I'm so cryptic of late. Well, allow me to answer you properly.

I'd love to have your attention in the way that Saber holds it, but I'm not naive enough to believe that such a thing could happen so easily. I won't be second best. You know that.

Perhaps someday, if she has drawn her venom from your blood, and if you more than enjoy my company, we can mean more to one another than companionship. Until that time, I am content with that alone.

I'm also no romantic. I know what I want, when I want it. And it is not very often that I do not get my way. Unfortunately, that has been the case since I arrived here. Partially before, even.

I won't lie. I have wanted her since the first time I laid eyes on her fighting that hound. She offered what so few before her could ever wish to do. I had laid unopposed for so many years, and yet she continued to resist and even fight me. I may have developed an obsession. One that came back as quickly as she did.

And yet, here I am now. I can say that I am not exactly the man I was back then. Dying a handful of times seems to make you reconsider your priorities. Do I still desire her, even in this place? Yes. But at the same time, I would rather see her... enjoying herself. Even if it's with that insufferable twit who could never hope to be even a hundredth of the man I am.

But there's also the fact that I've attempted to win her over time and time again. I'm getting a little tired of it. Lately I've begun to question my own sanity over the subject. My time in that dark place helped a little. I'm just... not sure anymore.

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