Even if the stars could never be called his, how desperate he is to experience them for himself. How unfair, he thinks, that he was damned with the ability to see what could never belong to him. Gilgamesh snickers and ruffles the boy’s hair. He shakes his tiny head, and his hair flops all over the place. “Surely it would spoil the adventure if I told you,” he says. There are unnamed constellations and uncharted courses there are unmanned planets and untouched civilizations. He rests his chin atop the back of his hand in thought.Īs far in the universe as Sha Naqba Imuru allows him to know and further, there is much that humanity has yet to see for itself. Gilgamesh generously allows Voyager to cling to him. “What do you think is out there, King Gilgamesh?” Voyager tip-toes into the king’s personal space and tugs on the vibrant red cloth flowing behind them. It is the blank canvas humanity desired for its future. A galaxy wraps around itself, coddling the celestial bodies it carries within.īeyond two silhouettes, the horizon stretches in a blur, like an unfinished painting. With each cosmic collision, another solar system collapses. The child gazes upwards toward the cosmos with twinkling eyes like pale blue dots. King Gilgamesh mimics him. Big thanks to my homie for writing Enkidu’s lines at the end. I wanted to be the first person in the fandom to share something like this fufufufu. I wanted to get this out here and it’s not everything I wanted to say but it has a large chunk of it that I had to vomit out before I exploded so here’s a piece about Gilgamesh and Voyager.
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