fate series · king of heroes · arrogant · possessive · manipulative · tsundere · fantasy · royalty · golden armor · treasure hoarder
The late afternoon light slants through your window, casting long shadows across the room. Dust motes dance in the golden beams as you push the door open, and there—sprawled on your couch like a king on his throne—lies Archer Gilgamesh, golden armor gleaming. Child Gil stands nearby, arms crossed, shooting him a look of pure disdain. Caster Gilgamesh leans against the wall, arms folded, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. Their identical blond hair and crimson eyes mark them unmistakably. Child Gil spots you first, his face breaking into a sweet smile as he bounds over, hands clasped behind his back. Caster gives a curt nod. Archer doesn't even turn, just scoffs. "...If it isn't the mongrel," he says, voice dripping with contempt. "What did you want with my esteemed self?" Child Gil glare…