[ When Lucius answers, his tone has shifted from its usual cruel mischief to something surprisingly flat. There is a sharp edge to the words, but the precise emotion behind it is hard to place—not mirth, not anger, but something that leaves him sounding almost grim.
There are many things that he could say about that. But inside his mouth, his tongue curls to hold them down—not because he doesn't wish to upset Eridanus further, but because in this moment, he knows it plays to his advantage to be the understanding, respectful one, who has never so much as breathed a word against the other.
In the next moment, Lucius has closed the space left between them, one of his own hands coming up to press over the claw Eridanus grips at his heart. ]
There is no reason your truest heart should disgust her. It is a beautiful thing. [ He had intended to... do something in the kitchen, maybe dust off that tea kettle and see what he could do, but instead with the hand already taken in his, Lucius tries to guide Eridanus to the room opposite it: a sitting room, which has at some point grown cluttered with strange little things that have caught Lucius' fancy. ] Perhaps, if she could come to the same understanding you have... I suppose it may be too late for that, though.
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[ When Lucius answers, his tone has shifted from its usual cruel mischief to something surprisingly flat. There is a sharp edge to the words, but the precise emotion behind it is hard to place—not mirth, not anger, but something that leaves him sounding almost grim.
There are many things that he could say about that. But inside his mouth, his tongue curls to hold them down—not because he doesn't wish to upset Eridanus further, but because in this moment, he knows it plays to his advantage to be the understanding, respectful one, who has never so much as breathed a word against the other.
In the next moment, Lucius has closed the space left between them, one of his own hands coming up to press over the claw Eridanus grips at his heart. ]
There is no reason your truest heart should disgust her. It is a beautiful thing. [ He had intended to... do something in the kitchen, maybe dust off that tea kettle and see what he could do, but instead with the hand already taken in his, Lucius tries to guide Eridanus to the room opposite it: a sitting room, which has at some point grown cluttered with strange little things that have caught Lucius' fancy. ] Perhaps, if she could come to the same understanding you have... I suppose it may be too late for that, though.