It was here that the future king of Uruk realized that life was too short to waste on being shy. He grabbed Enkidus hand in his, blushing wildly as he professed his love to the other.
“I will not take your love for granted… But I would like to wait until we are older before taking you as my consort because I feel we are too young. So if you will wait for me, I will happily take you as my wife!” The words came out as a mess, but the young prince was serious.
“…Wife…?” That was a word they heard before and had to have explained to them. Once again, the sacred prostitute who raised them had supplied Enkidu with all they information they knew of society and the world. Being a wife was like being the ultimate friend, right? They could always be with Gilgamesh.
Despite how happy such a thing would make them, something ached within their heart. As if they knew it wouldn’t be so, either because of the apparent mortality of Gilgamesh still or, something else on the horizon that they knew and understood all too well.
But they smiled and nodded, squeezing Gil’s hand.
“Yes. I will wait for you, Gilgamesh. I will wait 1000 years, or another 1000, if that is what you truly want.”