Saints and Sinners

Gilgamesh regarded Sparrow as she leaned in close to whisper. A hearty laugh left his lips as he looked at her. "I don't know if Modesty would approve of that," he teased with a smirk on his face. "A hunt does sound like a good option unless the crew is already too drunk to function," more teasing as he winked in her direction. "Maybe it'll be good for them to get the blood flowing," the wrinkles around his eyes creased more as he felt the warmth of companionship and belonging. For once, he was a part of something bigger than himself.

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