Then perhaps I'm simply more partial to the two your house shares with the livery of the Emperor's Children.
[ Though, of course, it isn't as though he has worn those violets and golds himself for a long, long time, his living armor wrapped instead in the pinkish, unrotting flesh of those foolish enough to believe they could kill the Eternal without consequence. There's a vague thought that floats around in the back of his mind, about how they might have nearly matched once, but the claws teasing his scalp distract him, and his eyes flutter closed again.
Another half-formed thought begins to surface, about how he would allow no one else, save for perhaps Clarion, to touch him this way, but before he can follow it through to whatever questions and answers come along with it, Eridanus mentions the museum. His eyes open, and his ears perk. ]
Do you not care for it? It pleases me that my accomplishments are known even here, myself. [ Lucius is not a man who looks on any part of his life with shame, and accordingly, it doesn't so much as occur to him that others may have things displayed there that they do not want largely known. He just sees an opportunity to know more of the man who has sworn himself to him, and an opportunity to further impress him with the image of his glorious victories. ] Perhaps I ought to be the one to show you mine, then. I wonder, what will you think of your vow when you look upon my true face?
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[ Though, of course, it isn't as though he has worn those violets and golds himself for a long, long time, his living armor wrapped instead in the pinkish, unrotting flesh of those foolish enough to believe they could kill the Eternal without consequence. There's a vague thought that floats around in the back of his mind, about how they might have nearly matched once, but the claws teasing his scalp distract him, and his eyes flutter closed again.
Another half-formed thought begins to surface, about how he would allow no one else, save for perhaps Clarion, to touch him this way, but before he can follow it through to whatever questions and answers come along with it, Eridanus mentions the museum. His eyes open, and his ears perk. ]
Do you not care for it? It pleases me that my accomplishments are known even here, myself. [ Lucius is not a man who looks on any part of his life with shame, and accordingly, it doesn't so much as occur to him that others may have things displayed there that they do not want largely known. He just sees an opportunity to know more of the man who has sworn himself to him, and an opportunity to further impress him with the image of his glorious victories. ] Perhaps I ought to be the one to show you mine, then. I wonder, what will you think of your vow when you look upon my true face?