iguessigotta · 1 year ago
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This one's for the gays and the goths [but mainly the two who replied to my earlier post ily]
Enki Ankarian x male reader, just some fluff and....idk building a bit of a background for Enki and reader? Tbh I just opened tumblr and started writing lmao
Thinking about Enki
While exploring the dungeons together, Enki, for reasons known only to him, found himself caring for you
'Not love' he'd tell himself
'I'm not capable of love' he'd repeat to himself, a mantra to drown out that part of him that worried about you
The part of him that lost precious moments of sleep, not wanting to drop his guard and leave you defenseless. Vulnerable. Alone.
He'd scoff at the passing thought that he'd be lonely without you.
Him. Enki Ankarian. Lonely
Embarrassing at best
A potential weakness, leading him into another horrific death at worst. A weakness that, he'd tell himself, he should have thrown out the day he met you
When you'd come running into the room, scrambling around bookshelves, papers scattering on the floor in your wake - obviously something was on your tail. He'd sat there a moment, frustration growing, before sighing and closing his book. He crossed the room in a few graceful strides, stopping at the doorway, preparing a fresh ward. Just in case.
After one lazy scan of the room, Enki had decided to ignore you, plopping himself back down in a chair and opening three books simultaneously
When you'd finally crept back out of the small maze of bookshelves at the back of the room, you'd done something that surprised him
You'd quietly looked around the room, grabbing a book and deciding on a chair about as far away from both himself and the door as you could. You didn't stare or - thank the gods - try to talk to him. Aside from a couple subtle glances at him as you sat down, you didn't acknowledge him (finally, some fuckin manners! lmao)
That must have been it, he'd think to himself. Those first quiet days spent reading and sketching in journals, never exchanging more than a subtle polite nod
He'd gotten used to you simply existing around him
So when you suddenly spoke to him as he was about to move on deeper in the dungeons in search of more knowledge - voice quiet and rough from disuse, asking begging to go with him - "I'm terrified. I won't make it more than a day or two on my own....." - he already knew his answer
Even before you pierced something in his chest with your half-whsipered "please"
Pausing in the doorway, Enki had rolled his eyes and heaved out a sigh, looking as though he were contemplating killing you then and there
"Hurry up and get your things, then"
You'd immediately leapt to your feet, gathering your meager belongings and joining him by the door
He tried for days to get the image of your smile - bright, genuine - out of his head
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