[He can't make himself stop staring at Kirei. Even restrained his presence is big and frightening, and Tokiomi still can't quite process the betrayal. He wishes he could make it not be true. Kirei has taken care of him, so obviously Kirei can't have been the one to murder his parents. He can't have really set up political axes to fall when this war is over. He can't have been here all this time, smiling kindly and watching over him, just for the joy of killing or ruining him later.
Right?
It takes him a few moments to tear his eyes away and meet Gil's instead. He's in shock -- psychological more than physical, but shock none the less. At the moment he hardly feels the wound, even though it's a cut in his side so deep it's gone right between two ribs and likely put a slice in his lung. If it weren't for the magical precautions built up over and over around him, he'd probably die. As it is he'll need to heal himself just to stay alive, and it'd take Kirei's level of skill to see him healthy enough to move around within the next few days. Still, the emotional blows feel worse at the moment, and he looks like he's not quite mentally present yet.
He's just going to hold that fetal position and shake, pale and wide-eyed but not crying.]
[He's going to smile because he feels like he has to - because a king can't afford to be scared or shaken in the presence of foes and allies alike.]
You did well, defending yourself until I arrived! I'll try my best to straighten up the room later...
[He sees the blood and bites his bottom lip in concern. The priest is nearby and his skills are useful, but he isn't about to release the man who was poised to kill his master. So instead he opens his gate again and reaches in]
If you can wait a moment, I may have something to help that wound...
[Kirei finds this all amusing. He's even laughing to himself despite his predicament. Tokiomi on the other hand is slowly regaining his senses. He nods slightly, then shifts to uncurl. But that hurts, and the pain makes him gasp, and the gasp hurts worse and makes him cough and--
--and he forces himself to calm down despite the blood on his lips. He refuses to cry in front of Kirei right now, so he deals with the pain by catching hold of Gil's sleeve and clutching it til his knuckles go white.]
[Hearing Kirei's chuckling only sours his mood further, but even then, he can't help but pause and smile when he feels Tokiomi grip at his sleeve. He's proud, in a way, to see that he made a wise choice in acknowledging his Master -- even in such a predicament, Tokiomi clings to his bravery and ideals, and that is ever admirable.
Much to his older self's disdain, Gilgamesh is certain.
After a fair time searching, he finally finds it: a glass vial with a decorative gold snake curled around it, containing not much more than a few drops of a healing elixir.
...and he sighs when he pulls it out and sees it.]
Ah, I'm surprised I kept this. It has such a bad design...
[But he shrugs, turning to Tokiomi and uncorking the thing]
I imagine this will sting a bit, but it should be enough to close the wound, at least.
[Maybe he could be more gentle when he tugs his sleeve loose from Tokiomi's hand and pushes Tokiomi's torn shirt away to drip the liquid into the wound, but, well -- circumstances.]
["Sting a bit" is the understatement of the century. But it's no worse than receiving his crest, so he grits his teeth and bears it. Still, his breaths come fast and ragged and by the time the wound is taken care of he's dropped his face to Gil's shoulder to hide any signs of pain in his expression. It hurts -- and more, every pang reminds him of the man across the room and the way the wound was acquired.]
[Gilgamesh reaches a decision: he saw how nervously his master glanced at Kirei, and thus, for the time being, he sees it fit to act as though Kirei isn't there, and to leave Kirei bound and out of sight until proper action can be taken.
Yes, this is a fair decision, he thinks.
In the meantime, he allows Tokiomi to cling, and reaches out to rub his back - it's affectionate more than comfort, because Gilgamesh only knows the former, but it's there nevertheless.]
[It takes a lot to admit that in words. To show weakness isn't elegant, after all. But it isn't a complaint so much as a statement of the fact and a bit of a question: what does he do now? Without Kirei to guide him, Tokiomi is lost. It's his heart that hurts more than his body, and that kind of pain isn't what he's used to at all.]
Aah... Yes. We shall continue, of course. There will be familiars sent here.
[Having something to focus on is good. If he has planning and work to do, he can throw himself into that and not the personal things that are tearing him up. He can't quite breathe while Kirei is around, though, so he glances at him again without moving from Gil's side.]
[He's still angry. He'd still really like to kill Kirei, and it's obvious in the disappointed, predatory glance he shoots Kirei as he releases the chains.
Still, he obeys Tokiomi's word, because his Master too is a precious treasure.]
It would be wise to remember my Master's grace, Kirei.
If he approaches me or returns to this house again, you can do what you like with him.
[He can't meet Kirei's eyes when he looks that smug, but that's okay. He's not sure he could watch him killed either, right now. So he keeps his head down while Kirei leaves with a laugh and a casual "as you wish, of course".
After he can't sense him in the house any longer, Tokiomi finally lets go of Gil and forces himself to get on his feet and smile.]
[He hovers nearby, just in case Tokiomi needs something to lean on]
To be honest, part of me still demands we take his head, but I will ignore it in favor of more pressing matters. It may be wise for you to rest while I make sure this house is still secure.
[He could definitely use the help staying upright, but that doesn't mean he'll take it. As always Tokiomi is determined to put his self-control ahead of everything else, even when he's visibly swaying and trembling from pain and blood loss.]
[...he says as he sparkles out to follow and keep an eye on Tokiomi. Gilgamesh is beginning to understand that the strict adherence to this "elegance" business gets silly sometimes, and judging from the way his master is wobbling, now is one of those instances.]
[It is in fact one of those instances. He manages to get himself all the way up the stairs and halfway down the hallway on sheer stubborn willpower, but eventually collapse is inevitable and he ends up on the floor wondering how he got there and watching the ceiling spin.]
Ah... that's natural, isn't it? Tonight's been awfully eventful.
[y-yep, going to scoop Tokiomi up -- even with his small body, he has a Saber class's strength, and it doesn't take much to get Tokiomi to his bedroom]
[Tokiomi is getting more and more out of it by the moment. He's falling asleep, mainly, but the effects of the last hour or so are hitting him pretty hard as well. It's hard to keep his elegant face on when he's hurting this badly.
He'll be embarrassed about it later, but for now he wraps his arms around Gil's neck and holds on.]
He pushes the bedroom door open and lays his master down as gently as possible. Despite his tendency to get overexcited and a bit rough, he's being quite gentle now that he puts his mind to it]
[Yes, this more comfortable. But he still doesn't want to let go. He's cold and he's in need of comfort and at the moment he's too sleepy to hide the fact that he's scared. Without Kirei, his foundations have been pulled out from under him.]
[It was simple to sense how scared Tokiomi is -- still, it does feel strange to see it shown so openly. In a way, he's grateful that Tokiomi has the chance to stop being brave, because it's a very tiring thing.]
Ah, as you wish, Master! I'll be right here.
[He hops onto the foot of the bed and sits there, cross-legged and attentive]
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Right?
It takes him a few moments to tear his eyes away and meet Gil's instead. He's in shock -- psychological more than physical, but shock none the less. At the moment he hardly feels the wound, even though it's a cut in his side so deep it's gone right between two ribs and likely put a slice in his lung. If it weren't for the magical precautions built up over and over around him, he'd probably die. As it is he'll need to heal himself just to stay alive, and it'd take Kirei's level of skill to see him healthy enough to move around within the next few days. Still, the emotional blows feel worse at the moment, and he looks like he's not quite mentally present yet.
He's just going to hold that fetal position and shake, pale and wide-eyed but not crying.]
Saber...
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You did well, defending yourself until I arrived! I'll try my best to straighten up the room later...
[He sees the blood and bites his bottom lip in concern. The priest is nearby and his skills are useful, but he isn't about to release the man who was poised to kill his master. So instead he opens his gate again and reaches in]
If you can wait a moment, I may have something to help that wound...
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--and he forces himself to calm down despite the blood on his lips. He refuses to cry in front of Kirei right now, so he deals with the pain by catching hold of Gil's sleeve and clutching it til his knuckles go white.]
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Much to his older self's disdain, Gilgamesh is certain.
After a fair time searching, he finally finds it: a glass vial with a decorative gold snake curled around it, containing not much more than a few drops of a healing elixir.
...and he sighs when he pulls it out and sees it.]
Ah, I'm surprised I kept this. It has such a bad design...
[But he shrugs, turning to Tokiomi and uncorking the thing]
I imagine this will sting a bit, but it should be enough to close the wound, at least.
[Maybe he could be more gentle when he tugs his sleeve loose from Tokiomi's hand and pushes Tokiomi's torn shirt away to drip the liquid into the wound, but, well -- circumstances.]
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Yes, this is a fair decision, he thinks.
In the meantime, he allows Tokiomi to cling, and reaches out to rub his back - it's affectionate more than comfort, because Gilgamesh only knows the former, but it's there nevertheless.]
As I expected, you weathered it well.
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[It takes a lot to admit that in words. To show weakness isn't elegant, after all. But it isn't a complaint so much as a statement of the fact and a bit of a question: what does he do now? Without Kirei to guide him, Tokiomi is lost. It's his heart that hurts more than his body, and that kind of pain isn't what he's used to at all.]
I apologize... for interrupting your battle.
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[Having something to focus on is good. If he has planning and work to do, he can throw himself into that and not the personal things that are tearing him up. He can't quite breathe while Kirei is around, though, so he glances at him again without moving from Gil's side.]
...Let him go. If he leaves now, don't kill him.
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[He's still angry. He'd still really like to kill Kirei, and it's obvious in the disappointed, predatory glance he shoots Kirei as he releases the chains.
Still, he obeys Tokiomi's word, because his Master too is a precious treasure.]
It would be wise to remember my Master's grace, Kirei.
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[He can't meet Kirei's eyes when he looks that smug, but that's okay. He's not sure he could watch him killed either, right now. So he keeps his head down while Kirei leaves with a laugh and a casual "as you wish, of course".
After he can't sense him in the house any longer, Tokiomi finally lets go of Gil and forces himself to get on his feet and smile.]
Thank you, Gilgamesh.
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[He hovers nearby, just in case Tokiomi needs something to lean on]
To be honest, part of me still demands we take his head, but I will ignore it in favor of more pressing matters. It may be wise for you to rest while I make sure this house is still secure.
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[He could definitely use the help staying upright, but that doesn't mean he'll take it. As always Tokiomi is determined to put his self-control ahead of everything else, even when he's visibly swaying and trembling from pain and blood loss.]
I'll go upstairs, then.
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[...he says as he sparkles out to follow and keep an eye on Tokiomi. Gilgamesh is beginning to understand that the strict adherence to this "elegance" business gets silly sometimes, and judging from the way his master is wobbling, now is one of those instances.]
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I don't think you meant to lie down there, did you...?
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[yep exhaustion is setting in and he is kind of confused
he'll just stay here on the floor]
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[but when he tries to sit up the world spins and he just flops back down]
I don't feel well.
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[y-yep, going to scoop Tokiomi up -- even with his small body, he has a Saber class's strength, and it doesn't take much to get Tokiomi to his bedroom]
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He'll be embarrassed about it later, but for now he wraps his arms around Gil's neck and holds on.]
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He pushes the bedroom door open and lays his master down as gently as possible. Despite his tendency to get overexcited and a bit rough, he's being quite gentle now that he puts his mind to it]
There, that's much better.
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Stay...
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Ah, as you wish, Master! I'll be right here.
[He hops onto the foot of the bed and sits there, cross-legged and attentive]
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After a moment he peeks back out of them to mumble at Gil again.]
You can sleep too, if you want.
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