prompt; golden
fandom; fate/
word count; 103
His entire appearance revolved around the golden pieces that embellished his frame. Gilgamesh was a King; the King of Heroes, and fitting for his regal role, his avarice had no bounds.
His golden hair, his golden armor, and his golden projectiles from the treasured Gate of Babylon exemplified the glory and pride he basked in so pompously.
Every inch of him seemed to scintillate with tints of gold, except for his heart. His heart remained cold, disinterested in those who weren't named 'Artoria' or 'Enkidu'.
It was all because Gilgamesh was the demigod of Uruk, conceitedly standing tall with his head held high.
