04 | a thrush singing on yon bush

[heavenscorpse]

Characters: V/V and you!
Setting: Meadow floor~
Format: Prose starting, but will match.
Summary: V/V puts on a concert.
Warnings: None

On the promised day, V/V had set out several instruments, most notably guitars, on a makeshift stage that was really just a blanket in the meadow. There was also a small table that had food set upon it, now that food was more widely available and came in forms other than nutrition bars.

V/V herself was waiting for people to show up, strumming her blue guitar idly. If anyone looked her way, she offered a bright smile.

[I'll be putting up a few threads for different songs and for after the concert, and you're welcome to put up your own threads for mingling!]

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[bowandblade]

Gilgamesh set the flower on his knee and leaned back to rest his weight on the palms of his hands, watching her sit down. "So you learned to play all your instruments by yourself?"

[heavenscorpse]

"Mostly. A friend of mine told me what tuning a guitar was, or I'd never have known what I was doing wrong at the start," V/V explained. "Other than that, I'm self-taught."

[bowandblade]

He acknowledged her words with a hum and a faint smirk, then gestured at her with his chin. "And the singing?"

[heavenscorpse]

"Also self-taught - Godo can't carry a tune at all." She smiled at that, purposely using the present tense for him. They would meet again, she was sure.

"And I didn't talk to many other people at home."

[bowandblade]

There was a certain distance to the explanations that gave him the impression that this friend of hers was not currently there in the tower, which made her use of the present tense all that more interesting.

"Then you should be pleased to have this attention upon you."

[heavenscorpse]

"It's nice, getting to make people happy." Even if that wasn't what he meant exactly, it was the best part of the concert. "I'm glad I can do something for the people here."

[bowandblade]

He waved his fingers in a faint motion, somewhat gesturing to her wings. "That is to be expected of an angel." Or, at least, what he knew of about angels and their supposed interaction with humans. "Unless you were some sort of avenging angel, I suppose."

[heavenscorpse]

She shook her head frantically, alarmed at the very notion. "I'm not even a real angel. I wouldn't want to be that kind."

[bowandblade]

The reaction, more so than the information given, elicited laughter from the king, and he smiled as he returned his attention to the girl. "Good. Then I do not have to think of any irony when I refer to you as an angel of music."

[heavenscorpse]

"Thank you, King of Heroes. You're very kind." A smile returned to her face. "What is it like to be a king?"

[bowandblade]

"Tiring!" Even as he gave his answer, there was cheer in his voice. "In the official capacity, at least. But the times of entertaining dignitaries and listening to civilians' behests are long over." Not that he did not miss those years, but he could hardly stop the passage of time.

[heavenscorpse]

"Even so, do you still like it?" It sounded like he did, but V/V wanted to make sure... and people liked to talk about themselves, right?

[bowandblade]

Gilgamesh was certainly not going to say no to talking about himself -- for now, at least. He nodded in confirmation. "I do! I enjoy what it is to be king. I do not have much reason to flaunt my title, but I am what I am."

[heavenscorpse]

"I think it's good to be happy with who you are." V/V smiled a little wider. "I bet you make a good king."

[bowandblade]

"Of course! If I wish to be a good king, I will be a good king -- an excellent king." If he wished to be a dignified king, he could be that as well. But where was the fun in that? "My only limitation is my mind. ...And whatever it is that the administrators have done to my treasury."

[heavenscorpse]

"What's a treasury?" V/V asked curiously. "Is it like a big box?"

[bowandblade]

He opened his mouth to respond, a short laugh escaping instead of actual words. But he soon lifted a hand to gesture slightly. "Imagine a room, if you will. Filled with every item of ages past that was considered special and valuable in some way. That is a treasury." His treasury.

[heavenscorpse]

"That's much nicer than what I was thinking." V/V giggled, but soon frowned. "But, if it's a room, wouldn't the administrators have left it at home anyway?"

[bowandblade]

"It is not specifically a room." He made a thoughtful sound, as if trying to think of how to best describe it. "Perhaps it would be best to think of it as a place that exists beyond time and space. If it was a physical room, I would surely have no access to it at all."

Though he did not have to do so to access his gates, Gilgamesh snapped his fingers. The air rippled just above his fingers, emanating a golden glow.

[heavenscorpse]

V/V's attention was immediately focused on the strange glow. "And you can pull anything you want from there?"

[bowandblade]

"Usually." He allowed himself to lament for a moment, letting out a loud sigh. "But they have somehow restricted my access to only my weapons. A travesty." From the portal appears the hilt of a sword, and he reached up to touch the jewel-adorned hilt thoughtfully with two fingers.

[heavenscorpse]

"Oh... I was going to ask if you had instruments in there." She shook her head and smiled softly. "But, at least that's useful. What if they only let you take your tableware and you had to try to fight with a dinner fork?"

[bowandblade]

"I could fight with tableware if I had to!" How quickly his lamenting disappeared, transforming into a short laugh. "I am sure I have instruments in there; it is rather difficult to keep track of everything when anything that is a treasure finds its way into my treasury."

[heavenscorpse]

"It's a shame... I would've liked to see them." V/V shakes her head. "But I'm glad you can keep yourself safe here."

[bowandblade]

And now he found it a good time to ask a question of her as well. "And you? Can you keep yourself safe here?"