[Eridanus had not planned on getting kicked out of own home, especially without even the courtesy of packing a bag and leaving with some pride. Instead he had been webbed up like caught prey, and tossed off the balcony. He's lucky that this new body is sturdier, and becoming harder and harder by the day. If it weren't for that, he likely would have died from the fall alone. Rosefica was much faster than he had anticipated, though he wouldn't admit it. She snuck up on him and gave him nary a chance for a fair fight.
Anger continues to lick up his spine as he tugs sticky webbing from his clothes, the threads easy enough to tear through by strength alone, but he was made to flail his claws about just to fling them off. As he walks, his gaze scans the buildings along the street, until he ultimately comes upon the unfamiliar apartment complex that Lucius had messaged the address of. With just the shirt on his back and his laptop tucked under one arm, he climbs the stairwell two steps at a time, until he arrives at the appropriate floor. He's knocking at the front door before he can even form the proper words for a greeting when it swings open.
Shock at the sudden appearance of Lucius mixes with a look of shame, his ears pinning back, as he realizes just how much he probably looks like a kicked dog right now. There's embarrassment that colors his cheeks, as he knows just how the man before him will likely pry for detailsāand how his heart feels heavy at the thought of not seeing Rosefica again, for who knows how long. His verdant gaze softens, and his brows knit together with sadness.]
Hello, Lucius. [He starts quietly,] may I come in...?
If you couldn't, I wouldn't have invited you. [ The state Eridanus has turned up in is hardly difficult to readāand yet, even so, Lucius grins, the Cheshire smile on his lips as sly as ever. Without waiting for Eridanus to step inside, he turns from the door, leaving it hanging open as he makes his way from the threshold. ] I'm fond of cruel jokes, but not when they come at the expense of what's mine.
[ The apartment itself, of course, is messy. Not unbearably so, but it's definitely the home of someone who only cleans up when it becomes necessary. Lucius stops where this short front hallway opens up to the kitchen, waiting for Eridanus to let himself in and shut the door behind himself before he says anything further. ]
Lover's quarrel?
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Remember that bake sale we met at, a few weeks ago? We made some plans to get together and go hunting ingredients? I got a group of people who have some ideas on how to get it off the ground.
We're meeting up in New Bavan; a little nightclub downtown call The Tesseract. Hope to see you there.
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[Eridanus had disappeared earlier in the evening, saying he was off to pick something up, though he hadn't said what or how long he would be. When he returns hours later, it's with a wooden box tucked under one arm and a glass jug filled with something clear under the other. He finds Lucius on the couch in their sitting area, his feet up on the coffee table with his computer in his lap.]
Who are you tormenting now with your siren song? [He asks as he leans over the back of the couch, peeking at the blue-faced screen of sprawling type.] Anyone important, or can you join me in the dining area?
[He doesn't wait for an answer to turn towards the attached dining room, where he sets the glass jug down along with the wooden box. Then Eridanus passes through the kitchen and retrieves two glasses, before calling out,] I was given some moonshine by a friend, I think you'll like it, it's far stronger than what you might get at a bar!
[ As if there is any question. The question hasn't even fully left Eridanus' mouth when Lucius pushes the device from his lap; it's left carelessly on the cushion beside him as he rises to follow, ears perked with his curiosity. An answer unnecessary, he pads to the kitchen with a quiet that is as common to him as it is at odds with his boisterous demeanor, a combination of feline instinct and a bodily control he has cultivated for millennia prior keeping his footsteps light.
So, if Eridanus is surprised when he turns around to see Lucius already in the process of opening the box, he can probably be forgiven. The mention of moonshine is enough to temporarily distract Lucius from his curiosity, and he lifts his head. ]
Is it? [ In an instant, his lips have pulled back into a smile that would nearly make him appear as what he seems to be: a bright young man, no more or less dangerous than any other. ] Let's have a taste, then.
A gnat's buzzing is hardly worth listening to, AM. It's nothing more than the same whining, over and over again.
Still, you seem to have a few misunderstandings regarding the situation, so I'll do you the favor of correcting you. Given the source of your information, I'm hardly surprised.
For one thing, I did nothing more than answer aggression in kind. He made an attempt at shooting me when I hadn't even lifted a hand against him - and with ample forewarning of what would happen to him the next time he tried something like that, given that this was the second time he made an attempt on my life. For another, I must insist that you describe my relationship to Fabius correctly. He is not my friend. That loathsome man is my brother, and nothing more.
[Getting Lucius a present is never the difficult part, the man is exceedingly easy to please. It's hiding the present that makes it difficult, especially with how curious he is. But somehow, Eridanus did itāand on Christmas morning, before Lucius awoke, there would be a neatly wrapped gift on the end of the bed waiting for him.
Under the meticulously badāthat's how you know Eridanus did it himselfāmini Santa Claus wrapping and exceedingly curly bow, is a hard oak case. Inside the case, nestled against crushed crimson velvet, is a sword. Not just any sword, but a falchion. It's stylized in a way to match that of the Sungazer saberāa gold gleaming bronze blade, mauve dyed eel-skin wrapping about the hilt, and similar aquiline iconography decorating the cross guard. It's also a considerably higher quality than his current falchion, no doubt forged much sturdier, even if Lucius doesn't need it.
If Lucius is to look for him, Eridanus will be found in the kitchenāwhere the scent of freshly brewed coffee is wafting from.]
[ Lucius can recognize the iconography from the horrible Christmas sweater Annie had gifted him, and it makes his brows arch. The wrapping isn't nearly as neat as Annie's had been, eitherāand, fittingly, neither is the way Lucius rips it free from the case beneath.
To receive a gift from his consort is neither surprising nor expected. It hadn't been demanded, but still, an offering made from vassal to lord to earn favor or display gratitude is a typical thing. Even so, Lucius thinks, if Eridanus were going to give him something, he would rather see it passed from his hand himselfāperhaps on bended knee.
When he rises to meet Eridanus, he doesn't bother to dress first. ]
What's the matter, Archmage? Too bashful to watch my eyes as I open your gift?
[ Naturally, Lucius does not answer the message when it comes. He simply leaves to meet his brother, as requested.
This time around, given that he is expected, he lets himself into the ramshackle hovel Fabius calls home with little more than a pounding knock to announce his presence. He picks his way past that mattress sadly laid across the floor to let himself into the apothecarion proper, as undaunted as if he had last set foot within it yesterday rather than having remained beyond its border since that dismal fog in Octoberāand, of course, for men as long-lived as they, as much may as well have been true. ]
Well, well. [ Naturally, that is as much of a greeting as Fabius receives, Lucius' tone as ever one of cruel and haughty mirth. ] You work fast, brother ā but, of course, I expected nothing less.
[Eridanus has died before, but this time it was different. It was not the easy, instantaneous resurrection of the Cube of the Square, like falling unconscious only to wake from dreamless sleep. In the time before the fog he had been floating. Neither here nor there, in a space suspended above the peninsula. It was as if he was present but not, all at once, in that cosmic sea of souls and stars. It was cold. It was lonely. It was a hell unlike any otherāand then, he awoke in the cemetery.
The trek home was long and arduous, with a grogginess weighing down his limbs in a way that makes his skin crawl. When he arrives at his home in Djavulenstad, he turns the knob on the door only to find it unlocked. Eridanus, for once, does not feel prepared to face Lucius. He hasn't had time to process his feelings of the events days prior, but he pushes past them for now just as he pushes that door open. He peers about the empty entrance hall, finding the stillness of it to feel rather restless.]
Lucius, I'm home! [He calls out, despite the knot twisting in his belly.]
[ Lucius has given no forethought as to how he should greet Eridanus in this moment, because within his mind, it isn't a moment that should require any particular gravity. He has stubbornly kept it so, thoughts of his consort shut from his mind every day he awoke in his usual skin. It hasn't been hard; after all, only two days have passed since he returned to their home on the 14th, and the bulk of the 15th had been spent asleep.
The third day is different, however, and when he awakens in a far more monstrous form, he is suddenly a child waiting for permission to open a gift. Impatience has him pace their home, and for lack of a better target, he tips over furniture and knocks aside decor; a human to make the victim of his restless blood would be better, but he every time he thinks of leaving to collect one, he thinks of Eridanus on their doorstep before he's had the chance to return.
It keeps him from waiting pathetically by the front door all the same, and when he hears its knob turn, it's with deliberate restraint that he saunters to it. He hasn't even come within view when he answers the sound of Eridanus' voice, calling back, ] It took you long enough!
[ When he appears at the end of the hall, however, his step falters. He blinks. And then, slow across his face, his lipless mouth pulls wide, bearing his fangs in a delighted grin. ]
Look at you, Eridanus ā you look like a whole new man! [ he says, and as he comes near enough, his claws graze up the muscular line of Eridanus' armsāover stony skin and opaline protrusions. ]
But to answer your question, I recommend you defer to a bit of ancient wisdom I once heard: You'll know it when you see it. So, with that pearl kept in mind, Are you high, Annie?
I most certainly did. Of course, Eridanus and I completed most of our tasks in the course of a single night together - ah, though if you missed the recording of it, that's probably for the best. I know you're a bit squeamish!
[ Just, not about the torture and the gore. The horny part, on the other hand... ]
In any case, it delights me to hear that, dear Annie! Common interests are the basis for any lasting connection, after all. It's good to know you're finding others who share yours. I suppose that means you, too, enjoyed playing that silly little game, then?
[When his bleary eyes blink open to find an empty bed, Eridanus simply assumes that Lucius has done what he always doesāventuring out in his boredom. He has come to know and expect as much with their differing hours of activity, that there will be times that the man will do as he pleases and that includes leaving their home without a word. In those hours where Eridanus is confined to the indoors, and when Lucius returns, he will typically busy himself with balancing the Nest's ledgers that he brings home.
Except for today, it seems. Rather, when he wakes and goes about his routine as usual, he finds a note left in neat handwriting atop those musty books. Immediately, he recognizes it as Lucius', and without much flourish it simply provides a Bavanite address... and a message to rendezvous. Lucky, then, that it was just before dawn and he could actually make that trip.
It takes him some timeāgetting dressed, taking the bus from Djavulenstadābut he makes it just before sunrise. What he expects is perhaps Lucius, with some surprise he's put together, as he does so love to be spontaneous. What he doesn't expect is seeing a handful of fellow monsters waiting around with him.
Eridanus' gaze is scrutinizing, but like a hound heeling to its master, he finds his consort's side and bends to murmur just low enough for only him to hear.]
[ Lucius has already been here long enough to hear the finer details of the process explainedāthat the trip will be brief, and perhaps not exactly the sort of return to the Diadem that he would want. Nonetheless, the anticipation that hums through his blood remains, unabated. Whether or not this is a true return to his warband, so long as Eridanus is at his side, it won't be one wasted.
That also means he has had time enough to rehearse, within his own mind, the way he intends to break that news to the man in question. The moment he sees Eridanus has arrived, a slim smile distorts his face ridged with scars; unbidden, a purr rumbles his throat in his excitement, the tips of his tails curling with an excitement he cannot suppress. ]
Eridanus, [ he murmurs, and his own voice is low with intimacy rather than the passing of a secret, ] you once wished to witness my flagship as more than a mere mirage, didn't you?
[ He lifts a hand, claws dragging sharp against Eridanus' scalp where his fingers pull possessive through ashen hair. ]
[ When Lucius finds her message, even though nothing about it is particularly funny, he laughs. Such are the consequences of his sense of humor being the worst slapstick in the world! ]
Picking a day so close to the beginning of the month was a bold choice, wasn't it?
You might as well. It keeps the hands busy, doesn't it? Besides, it'll come in handy the next time you have to deal with some idiot mortal stepping out of their place. I doubt you'd even have to lie about whose teeth they are; they'd take one look at it and assume you pulled them out of your last victim's skull!
[Perhaps the first realization that something is incredibly wrong is that, instead of the slippery sensation of silken sheets around him, Eridanus instead feels the soft give of fur. In Vathea, the season hardly calls for peltsābut then, he hears it. The intake of air beneath his head, the subtle rise and fall of a chest. Is he in bed with some animal, he thinks to himself? Or worse... had he gotten too drunk at the tavern the night before, only to land in bed with a wargman?
Rather than stealthily checking to see which nightmare is correct, Eridanus suddenly bolts upright. His eyes widen at the sight before himāneither beast nor wargman, but certainly not any other type of creature he's seen beforeāand claps a hand over his mouth so as not to scream.
He needs to leave. Immediately.
And so he tries to. First gently grabbing the arm that's snaked around him to pry it off, only to see thatāoh, Light, he's naked tooābefore trying to slide away from the slumbering thing beside him as quietly as possible.]
[ The first movement comes as Eridanus jerks upright, in form of a flicking ear.
There's no more sound than the weight of a body shifting, though, and no apparent cause for alarm. It isn't until Lucius feels the hand at his arm, then, that his eyes begin to peel open. Reflexively, padded fingers curl closed along the sharp hip pinned beneath their graspāa familiar gesture foreign to Eridanus. ]
Planning to slip away without so much as a hello? [ The words have left his mouth before his senses have pieced together the presenceāor absenceāof anything more than pale skin. One of the many great drawbacks of this form, certainly, but it doesn't usually matter when it comes to waking up with his trusted consort beside him. ] Mind your mannersā
[ Usually. Today, it seems, is determined to be different. There's no tufted tail, no broad shoulders and well-muscled back. No glittering, kaleidoscopic gems set into pale flesh. His teasing withers on his lips, golden eyes following the long shape of Eridanus' spine upward to the face above it.
When they reach it, naturally, there is nothing for Lucius to do but burst into sudden laughter. ]
There once was a boy who was a Halloween fanatic. He loved dressing up for Halloween, he loved pulling pranks and watching horror movies, and above everything else... he loved candy. One fateful year, while he went trick-or-treating, he visited a house. This house was creepy as hell! It was big, it was old, it smelled like a grandmother and it was owned by a happy, old rich couple. The boy came here thinking that he would be handed out big chocolate bars, because it was a rich person's house but when he knocked on their door... he was handed a bag of that shitty candy that nobody likes! Tootsie rolls, shitty flavoured dum-dums, those weird... peanut things... needless to say, the boy was heartbroken. He was so heartbroken that he died, right there on their porch and now, every Halloween he goes out and finds people to curse. He wants everyone to suffer the same way he did!
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
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Anger continues to lick up his spine as he tugs sticky webbing from his clothes, the threads easy enough to tear through by strength alone, but he was made to flail his claws about just to fling them off. As he walks, his gaze scans the buildings along the street, until he ultimately comes upon the unfamiliar apartment complex that Lucius had messaged the address of. With just the shirt on his back and his laptop tucked under one arm, he climbs the stairwell two steps at a time, until he arrives at the appropriate floor. He's knocking at the front door before he can even form the proper words for a greeting when it swings open.
Shock at the sudden appearance of Lucius mixes with a look of shame, his ears pinning back, as he realizes just how much he probably looks like a kicked dog right now. There's embarrassment that colors his cheeks, as he knows just how the man before him will likely pry for detailsāand how his heart feels heavy at the thought of not seeing Rosefica again, for who knows how long. His verdant gaze softens, and his brows knit together with sadness.]
Hello, Lucius. [He starts quietly,] may I come in...?
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[ The apartment itself, of course, is messy. Not unbearably so, but it's definitely the home of someone who only cleans up when it becomes necessary. Lucius stops where this short front hallway opens up to the kitchen, waiting for Eridanus to let himself in and shut the door behind himself before he says anything further. ]
Lover's quarrel?
[ He means between Eridanus and Traejan, naturally. He makes a habit of snooping through things that interest him, and of course he caught onto that innuendo. ]
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We're meeting up in New Bavan; a little nightclub downtown call The Tesseract. Hope to see you there.
[Action][Happy birthday to Eridanus it's 5D chess time]
Who are you tormenting now with your siren song? [He asks as he leans over the back of the couch, peeking at the blue-faced screen of sprawling type.] Anyone important, or can you join me in the dining area?
[He doesn't wait for an answer to turn towards the attached dining room, where he sets the glass jug down along with the wooden box. Then Eridanus passes through the kitchen and retrieves two glasses, before calling out,] I was given some moonshine by a friend, I think you'll like it, it's far stronger than what you might get at a bar!
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So, if Eridanus is surprised when he turns around to see Lucius already in the process of opening the box, he can probably be forgiven. The mention of moonshine is enough to temporarily distract Lucius from his curiosity, and he lifts his head. ]
Is it? [ In an instant, his lips have pulled back into a smile that would nearly make him appear as what he seems to be: a bright young man, no more or less dangerous than any other. ] Let's have a taste, then.
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Still, you seem to have a few misunderstandings regarding the situation, so I'll do you the favor of correcting you. Given the source of your information, I'm hardly surprised.
For one thing, I did nothing more than answer aggression in kind. He made an attempt at shooting me when I hadn't even lifted a hand against him - and with ample forewarning of what would happen to him the next time he tried something like that, given that this was the second time he made an attempt on my life.
For another, I must insist that you describe my relationship to Fabius correctly. He is not my friend. That loathsome man is my brother, and nothing more.
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I got you a present.
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[ The note is quick but when Annie has a plan she gets excited. ]
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I saw an advertisement someone posted on the network looking for an assistant.
I don't recognize the username but it looked interesting? I need more things to keep busy and it looked interesting but felt suspicious too.
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Whoops, yet another thread (It's crimmus)
Under the meticulously badāthat's how you know Eridanus did it himselfāmini Santa Claus wrapping and exceedingly curly bow, is a hard oak case. Inside the case, nestled against crushed crimson velvet, is a sword. Not just any sword, but a falchion. It's stylized in a way to match that of the Sungazer saberāa gold gleaming bronze blade, mauve dyed eel-skin wrapping about the hilt, and similar aquiline iconography decorating the cross guard. It's also a considerably higher quality than his current falchion, no doubt forged much sturdier, even if Lucius doesn't need it.
If Lucius is to look for him, Eridanus will be found in the kitchenāwhere the scent of freshly brewed coffee is wafting from.]
it is indeed crimmus
To receive a gift from his consort is neither surprising nor expected. It hadn't been demanded, but still, an offering made from vassal to lord to earn favor or display gratitude is a typical thing. Even so, Lucius thinks, if Eridanus were going to give him something, he would rather see it passed from his hand himselfāperhaps on bended knee.
When he rises to meet Eridanus, he doesn't bother to dress first. ]
What's the matter, Archmage? Too bashful to watch my eyes as I open your gift?
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What if I did want sword lessons?
Something happened at a party that had me change my tune. I'm still mulling it over but kind of want to hear your thoughts.
-- Your Little Scholar, Annie
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This time around, given that he is expected, he lets himself into the ramshackle hovel Fabius calls home with little more than a pounding knock to announce his presence. He picks his way past that mattress sadly laid across the floor to let himself into the apothecarion proper, as undaunted as if he had last set foot within it yesterday rather than having remained beyond its border since that dismal fog in Octoberāand, of course, for men as long-lived as they, as much may as well have been true. ]
Well, well. [ Naturally, that is as much of a greeting as Fabius receives, Lucius' tone as ever one of cruel and haughty mirth. ] You work fast, brother ā but, of course, I expected nothing less.
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[Action] Morning of the 17th
The trek home was long and arduous, with a grogginess weighing down his limbs in a way that makes his skin crawl. When he arrives at his home in Djavulenstad, he turns the knob on the door only to find it unlocked. Eridanus, for once, does not feel prepared to face Lucius. He hasn't had time to process his feelings of the events days prior, but he pushes past them for now just as he pushes that door open. He peers about the empty entrance hall, finding the stillness of it to feel rather restless.]
Lucius, I'm home! [He calls out, despite the knot twisting in his belly.]
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The third day is different, however, and when he awakens in a far more monstrous form, he is suddenly a child waiting for permission to open a gift. Impatience has him pace their home, and for lack of a better target, he tips over furniture and knocks aside decor; a human to make the victim of his restless blood would be better, but he every time he thinks of leaving to collect one, he thinks of Eridanus on their doorstep before he's had the chance to return.
It keeps him from waiting pathetically by the front door all the same, and when he hears its knob turn, it's with deliberate restraint that he saunters to it. He hasn't even come within view when he answers the sound of Eridanus' voice, calling back, ] It took you long enough!
[ When he appears at the end of the hall, however, his step falters. He blinks. And then, slow across his face, his lipless mouth pulls wide, bearing his fangs in a delighted grin. ]
Look at you, Eridanus ā you look like a whole new man! [ he says, and as he comes near enough, his claws graze up the muscular line of Eridanus' armsāover stony skin and opaline protrusions. ]
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But to answer your question, I recommend you defer to a bit of ancient wisdom I once heard: You'll know it when you see it.
So, with that pearl kept in mind,
Are you high, Annie?
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I made a new friend. The kind who doesn't mind torture. It's fantastic what people are willing to share.
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Of course, Eridanus and I completed most of our tasks in the course of a single night together - ah, though if you missed the recording of it, that's probably for the best. I know you're a bit squeamish!
[ Just, not about the torture and the gore. The horny part, on the other hand... ]
In any case, it delights me to hear that, dear Annie! Common interests are the basis for any lasting connection, after all. It's good to know you're finding others who share yours.
I suppose that means you, too, enjoyed playing that silly little game, then?
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[ACTION] the 16th, at the Bavan warehouse
Except for today, it seems. Rather, when he wakes and goes about his routine as usual, he finds a note left in neat handwriting atop those musty books. Immediately, he recognizes it as Lucius', and without much flourish it simply provides a Bavanite address... and a message to rendezvous. Lucky, then, that it was just before dawn and he could actually make that trip.
It takes him some timeāgetting dressed, taking the bus from Djavulenstadābut he makes it just before sunrise. What he expects is perhaps Lucius, with some surprise he's put together, as he does so love to be spontaneous. What he doesn't expect is seeing a handful of fellow monsters waiting around with him.
Eridanus' gaze is scrutinizing, but like a hound heeling to its master, he finds his consort's side and bends to murmur just low enough for only him to hear.]
What is happening, here? Is there some event?
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That also means he has had time enough to rehearse, within his own mind, the way he intends to break that news to the man in question. The moment he sees Eridanus has arrived, a slim smile distorts his face ridged with scars; unbidden, a purr rumbles his throat in his excitement, the tips of his tails curling with an excitement he cannot suppress. ]
Eridanus, [ he murmurs, and his own voice is low with intimacy rather than the passing of a secret, ] you once wished to witness my flagship as more than a mere mirage, didn't you?
[ He lifts a hand, claws dragging sharp against Eridanus' scalp where his fingers pull possessive through ashen hair. ]
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<e.grey>
sorry but my feet are growing extra bones and all my skin is coming off
among other things
would making a necklace out of my own shed teeth be artsy or weird
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Picking a day so close to the beginning of the month was a bold choice, wasn't it?
You might as well. It keeps the hands busy, doesn't it?
Besides, it'll come in handy the next time you have to deal with some idiot mortal stepping out of their place. I doubt you'd even have to lie about whose teeth they are; they'd take one look at it and assume you pulled them out of your last victim's skull!
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<a.dyer>
Pros and Cons
Pro: - somehow we matched outfits without meaning too that was cute
- good talk! processing it.
- nothing dumb happened
Con: - I couldn't be as over the top as I wanted.
There are probably more pros and cons but I don't want to over think it.
But like. Have you ever been disappointed that someone wouldn't get the kind of message you're trying to send?
[Action] Morning of the 16th
Rather than stealthily checking to see which nightmare is correct, Eridanus suddenly bolts upright. His eyes widen at the sight before himāneither beast nor wargman, but certainly not any other type of creature he's seen beforeāand claps a hand over his mouth so as not to scream.
He needs to leave. Immediately.
And so he tries to. First gently grabbing the arm that's snaked around him to pry it off, only to see thatāoh, Light, he's naked tooābefore trying to slide away from the slumbering thing beside him as quietly as possible.]
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There's no more sound than the weight of a body shifting, though, and no apparent cause for alarm. It isn't until Lucius feels the hand at his arm, then, that his eyes begin to peel open. Reflexively, padded fingers curl closed along the sharp hip pinned beneath their graspāa familiar gesture foreign to Eridanus. ]
Planning to slip away without so much as a hello? [ The words have left his mouth before his senses have pieced together the presenceāor absenceāof anything more than pale skin. One of the many great drawbacks of this form, certainly, but it doesn't usually matter when it comes to waking up with his trusted consort beside him. ] Mind your mannersā
[ Usually. Today, it seems, is determined to be different. There's no tufted tail, no broad shoulders and well-muscled back. No glittering, kaleidoscopic gems set into pale flesh. His teasing withers on his lips, golden eyes following the long shape of Eridanus' spine upward to the face above it.
When they reach it, naturally, there is nothing for Lucius to do but burst into sudden laughter. ]
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<CANDYCURSE420>
Everybody is already suffering from his curse!! Send this to ten people to break the curse, or to avoid getting cursed, or you'll be stuck looking freakier than usual for the rest of your life!!!!!!!!!!
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Actually, don't bother answering that. If you did, you'd already know that I'm not about to take those words as a threat.
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