[ he's spoken to Vergil about it and gotten the messiest of his feelings in... something like an order. a pattern, at least. he'd spoken to Sampo and apologized for sending him off with the adult equivalent of a packed lunch and a kiss on the forehead (the black credit card and a good squeeze of the ass), and now... it is not a reckoning, really.
just the next step.
something is inevitable, something is going to change, and Gilgamesh has never been one to shirk the coming of the beginning. or the end. or anything in between.
he's waiting in the VIP lounge, scrolling through things Yasuho has flagged for his attention just to keep his hands occupied. Sampo waits outside, keeping the car. warm. cool? he'd wanted to let them set the tone on their own, which is a terrible way to introduce two cats, but one digresses; Gilgamesh awaits his brother, eyes locked on his phone as he tries not to perk up at every announcement about the privately chartered flight that bears the boy-man-he's-a-man-he-pays-taxes across the ocean and plains and other sundry geography to Kaisou's sweet heart.
he is not anxious. he's not scared. he's. well. a king would walk on a minefield simply because he is the king. he's stepped into the unknown, and what will happen will happen as long as international customs isn't a massive bitch about it. ]
[ the flight had been long, exhausting, but overall comfortable as he was the only one on the plain and the flight attendant was very attentive to his needs. as comfortable as he was, he spent the entire flight tense and anxious, running through even possible scenario that could come of meeting his brother upon landing─ how the conversation will go, how he'll respond, what will undoubtedly follow.
it didn't make for a particularly restful flight.
he was glad when the plan had finally landed, glad he could stretch his legs properly now that he's on solid ground. he still had no idea how he was going to approach this meeting, how he's supposed to greet a brother he wasn't aware of having until only recently. does he just say hi? that's a stupid question of course he is going to greet the man. but what then? what does he say after that? what does he do after that?
Mydei is practically lost in his own thoughts when he walks out into the VIP lounge, unaware of his own surroundings as his phone goes off in his pocket stopping him in his tracks. he exhales, currently unaware of the man waiting for him, digging his phone from his pocket to check what it was; ah, a text from his mother making sure he arrived safely. ]
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action; the arrival
just the next step.
something is inevitable, something is going to change, and Gilgamesh has never been one to shirk the coming of the beginning. or the end. or anything in between.
he's waiting in the VIP lounge, scrolling through things Yasuho has flagged for his attention just to keep his hands occupied. Sampo waits outside, keeping the car. warm. cool? he'd wanted to let them set the tone on their own, which is a terrible way to introduce two cats, but one digresses; Gilgamesh awaits his brother, eyes locked on his phone as he tries not to perk up at every announcement about the privately chartered flight that bears the boy-man-he's-a-man-he-pays-taxes across the ocean and plains and other sundry geography to Kaisou's sweet heart.
he is not anxious. he's not scared. he's.
well.
a king would walk on a minefield simply because he is the king. he's stepped into the unknown, and what will happen will happen as long as international customs isn't a massive bitch about it. ]
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it didn't make for a particularly restful flight.
he was glad when the plan had finally landed, glad he could stretch his legs properly now that he's on solid ground. he still had no idea how he was going to approach this meeting, how he's supposed to greet a brother he wasn't aware of having until only recently. does he just say hi? that's a stupid question of course he is going to greet the man. but what then? what does he say after that? what does he do after that?
Mydei is practically lost in his own thoughts when he walks out into the VIP lounge, unaware of his own surroundings as his phone goes off in his pocket stopping him in his tracks. he exhales, currently unaware of the man waiting for him, digging his phone from his pocket to check what it was; ah, a text from his mother making sure he arrived safely. ]