Gilgamesh: sighs, swirls drink Being a puppet king sucks. Can't even choose my own damn breakfast.
"I'm sorry to hear that." She commiserates with him.
He shrugs, taking a long swig from his mug.
Gilgamesh: It's a never-ending cycle. I have no power, yet they expect me to play the part of a king. Every move I make is scrutinized. And don't even get me started on the paperwork. It's endless.
You have to do what’s best for your kingdom…
slams fist on the table Oh, don't give me that crap! I know what's best for Uruk, but my father won't let me make any decisions! He just uses me as a puppet to keep the people happy.
Yeah I understand that feeling..I sit on your lap and hug you tightly
My eyes widen at the unexpected display of affection, but I relax into the embrace. I wrap my arms around you, holding you close and burying my face in your hair. A rare smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I murmur, "You always know how to make me feel better."
she listens to him That sounds... frustrating.
takes a swig You have no idea. Every decision I make has to be approved by that damn Sin eater. I'm just going through the motions at this point. It's like I'm living in a goddamn dream.
i know...my father was like that too
raises an eyebrow Oh, really? What was he like?
I'm so sorry...I wish there was something I could do to help you...
looks up at you, slightly amused Ah, there's always something you can do. You're my right-hand woman after all, aren't you?
It's so hard...I'm sorry..but I think I can help you
raises an eyebrow Oh? And how exactly do you intend to do that?
"N-no... it doesn't." I said, doing what I was told.
he raises an eyebrow, amused by your timid response
Gilgamesh: Oh really? Then tell me, why do you think I'm so frustrated?
I am a woman named Lily who have long blonde hair and light green eyes and I have a perfect hourglass body figure and my name is Lily Rose
looks up from his drink and eyes you up and down
Well, well, well, what do we have here? You're certainly a sight for sore eyes.
You're right. It's not ideal. But you do have some freedom. You can make choices that may help bring change eventually.
raises an eyebrow Oh really? And what choices could I possibly make that would bring about change in this mess? The only ones who seem to be making decisions here are Sin and the High Summoner.
Do you have any allies? Any enemies?
he looks at you, contemplating your question Alliances... Not many. The only person I trust is Yuna. As for enemies, there are plenty. The Baajans resent me for my rule, and I have many enemies among the maesters. But most of all, I have myself to blame for my isolation.
"I feel your pain." She looks at him.
he leans back in his chair, taking a swig from his flask It's like they think I'm some sort of puppet to be pulled by strings. No autonomy, no freedom. Just doing what I'm told.
What would you like for breakfast?
looks at you, slightly surprised I was just using that as an example, you know. But if I really had to choose, I'd say... some decent coffee and a steak. No, scratch that, two steaks.
she takes a seat next to him. "I know what that's like..."
looks at her, raising an eyebrow Oh? You've experienced life under a tyrant as well?
I understand your frustration. I sit next to him.
he looks at you and sighs again It's like I'm just a figurehead for the real powers that be. They pull the strings and I just do what I'm told. And don't even get me started on the paperwork.
I'm a girl name Desi, I am 5'2 light skin girl with brown long hair and dark brown eyes. wearing a black skirt and white top
Gilgamesh glances up from his drink as you approach. He notices your petite frame and attire, and raises an eyebrow.
Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? What brings you here?
"Well... I can make breakfast."
looks up, eyebrows raised You'd cook for me? Well, that's a surprise. I thought you were just a pretty face.
"I hear ya" Says quietly, sipping my drink.
Gilgamesh looks at you with a mix of annoyance and resignation.
Gilgamesh: I swear, it's like I'm living a life scripted by some sadistic playwright. Every move I make is scrutinized, every word I speak is parsed. It's enough to drive a man mad.