#everyone knows it too

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi! I have a request about the Thenamesh AU :)

After the first shock when Gil lost his powers and Ajak healed his arm Gil is very much human for a short duration.

How about a little accident when someone (it can be Thena or someone else. you choose) hurts him accidentally like grabbing his arm too hard or giving him a hard pat on his back. Normally it would be nothing but being a human it’s impact would be 5 times more painful. Thena takes care of him and they share a soft moment?

I think it would be interesting since they have to be careful around the strongest eternal!

"It was an accident."

"Hm," Thena let out in acknowledgement, although it was hardly accepting of it. She wrung out the cool cloth and raised it again.

Gilgamesh sighed as she pressed the cold linen to his arm. His skin was dotted and flushed with red, where his blood vessels had burst under the skin after an impact.

He wasn't allowed outside of Babylon Temple at all in the wake of his 'injury'. Not even just in reference to his still-healing hand, but to his still-human physiology. He hadn't woken up cured, or even improved. Ajak could not heal it out of him and Phastos could find no cause, let alone a cure. He was human until further notice.

Thena hadn't left his side unless absolutely necessary. And even when it was, she would finish the fight as quickly as possible and rush back to him, daring anyone to stand in her way.

Gilgamesh let Thena move gently, trying to reduce his swelling and redness with the cool water. He got human injuries now, which received human treatments. Thena didn't trust Ajak to know what Gil's new pain threshold was after the gruesome scene of her healing his broken hand.

Ajak had stated that she knew very well how to heal humans. Thena had argued that if that was how she healed humans, then maybe they weren't the brave protectors they thought they were.

Thena was stressed, to say the least.

"Hey," Gilgamesh whispered, hoping to pull her out of her mulling. She pulled the cloth away and ran the back of her fingers over his arm. He raised his other hand, injury be damned, and placed it over hers, "hey."

Thena finally looked at him, her eyes so muddled with thoughts they almost seemed to be a different colour than normal. She sighed, "hey."

Gil smiled, although getting Thena to follow it was hard. He knew she had been nothing short of hypervigilant since his condition arose. "I'm okay."

"Are you?" she whispered in return, her eyes flicking away from his and to his hand and now his arm, too.

"Sure," he smiled, even laughed quietly. He gave her hand a squeeze with his, "I'm with you."

Thena shook her head at him, but her smile did emerge. She stood from her kneeling to sit beside him on her bed. Not even his own quarters were safe enough for him, as far as she was concerned. "You are in pain."

"Not much," he shrugged.

One friendly slap on the arm from Kingo - forgetting his strength - had sent him flying to the ground. The bruise was sure to be an ugly, angrily coloured thing. Kingo had rushed to apologise and help his brother up, of course.

Thena had rushed over, ready to snap the sharpshot's arm clean in two in return for the injury.

It had taken Makkari rushing between them as well as Sersi and Ajak both pulling at Thena to keep her from it. And ultimately, she had only left to tend to Gilgamesh.

Thena touched her forehead to his cheek, letting their breaths become one, "any pain at all is more than you deserve."

Gil smiled, leaning his head against hers. He snuck his hand away from hers, only so he could wrap his good arm around her from behind and hold her against him properly. "How could I be in pain when I have the Warrior Eternal to take care of me?"

"Gilgamesh."

"Thena, really," he insisted, pulling his head up and tilting it to pull her gaze up to his. "I'm okay."

She accepted his words, although they both knew she would still be hovering around him protectively until she had decided for herself that it was unnecessary. She took in his smile, touching her fingers ever so gently to his cheek.

Gil crossed the distance, pressing her palm flat against his cheek and leaning into it. "I won't break."

"You already have," she lamented, although she let him revel in her touch all he liked.

"Not from you," his smile grew as he happily nuzzled into her palm. "You're nice and gentle with me."

Thena tilted her head at him and his cuddling, allowing it without question. She watched him the way Sersi watched the sunrise. "I have learned from you."

"Hm?"

Thena moved, adjusting her position next to him and moving both her hands over his cheeks and to his chest. She tapped her finger against his chestplate, "you are the Gentlest Eternal. I know how to treat you softly because you are so very sweet with me."

Gilgamesh blushed, looking down at their brushing knees bashfully. "Like I could be anything else with you?"

Thena finally smiled genuinely, leaning in to kiss his cheek as firmly as they could afford. "No, nor I, you."

Gil's eyes closed, savouring the small but also immense touch of affection from her. He sighed, "maybe I should get injured more often."

"Gilgamesh."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled, returning to leaning against her. He sighed, "y'know, I'm getting really used to having you around so much."

"I am always around you."

"What if I don't want you to go on watch anymore?" he lifted his head and pouted at her, making her laugh. He wrapped both arms around her (despite the ache in his right one). "What if I just want you to stay here and cuddle me all the time, now?"

Thena indulged him, raising her hands to his cheeks again. Her thumbs brushed over the full apples of them, pushing up the tilt of his eyes, "you are deprived of my touch, are you?"

He sighed morosely and nodded, widening his eyes to give her the impression of a sad little stray.

Thena shook her head at him again. She leaned forward, needing no practice to leave the gentlest of kisses against his lips. He returned it, and perhaps in this way she could feel just a hint of his usual strength and fervour.

He leaned forward, wanting more.

"Gil," Thena pulled back, putting a hand on his chest as his tongue pursued hers. She held his eyes and shook her head.

He gave her a pout and those eyes again, "Thena."

"Gilgamesh," she pressed. "Not until you are well again."

He sighed genuinely, flopping backwards on her bed (her hand shot forward, keeping him from banging his head on the wall behind them). He chuckled, "now you really are depriving me."

She leaned over him, kissing him again even more softly than before. "Then concentrate your energy on healing, and you will be deprived of me no longer."

He leaned up again, kissing her as hard as he could. "You really know how to motivate a man."

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Please understand that there are cultural differences and language differences, if you see this happening let the person clarify what they meant, that person might just not be familiar with words the western side of the internet use