[Threw him out quite literally. Though Lucius has no business knowing that depth of detail.
Eridanus can't help but think of how this mercurial man would find his unflattering fall to the ground below, broken by his rock-hard body, to be amusing. Still, in his raw emotional state, Lucius' words are a soothing balm to his ego. He knew in his heart of hearts that Lucius accepts every part of him, just as he isโsees the potential in him, and wants his freedom.
As that hand takes his, Eridanus lets his arm fall and follows behind Lucius' smaller form with the hanging head of a scorned child.] Doubtful. She would not understand your teachings, she thinks you an ignoramus. [And it would be left at just that, for as burned as he is, he doesn't think it would be very wise to spark even more malice between the two.
Eridanus folds a leg beneath himself as he sits, his runty tail curling around his backside as he faces Lucius on the couch. If he were to try to pull his hand away, he would find those greedy opalescent claws threaded stubbornly with his own fingers.]
She does not see this as my freedom, she thinks that my pledging to you is unsanctimonious and a threat to our marriage. Yet, what is the difference between such and that of a lover's? [He inhales sharply, his chest visibly filling with air as he tries to calm himself.] She is my wife, and you are my Eternal. Am I not currently being punished for being greedy? Am I not being punished for having a loosened grip on my control?
[His hold on Lucius' hand slackens finally, and defeat rolls his shoulders forwards. Confusion and pain twist his visage, the mid afternoon sun that pours through the windows glittering kaleidoscopic off of his opals, and against the bare white walls.] Pain is my curse... I wonder when will I finally be free of its clutches...
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Eridanus can't help but think of how this mercurial man would find his unflattering fall to the ground below, broken by his rock-hard body, to be amusing. Still, in his raw emotional state, Lucius' words are a soothing balm to his ego. He knew in his heart of hearts that Lucius accepts every part of him, just as he isโsees the potential in him, and wants his freedom.
As that hand takes his, Eridanus lets his arm fall and follows behind Lucius' smaller form with the hanging head of a scorned child.] Doubtful. She would not understand your teachings, she thinks you an ignoramus. [And it would be left at just that, for as burned as he is, he doesn't think it would be very wise to spark even more malice between the two.
Eridanus folds a leg beneath himself as he sits, his runty tail curling around his backside as he faces Lucius on the couch. If he were to try to pull his hand away, he would find those greedy opalescent claws threaded stubbornly with his own fingers.]
She does not see this as my freedom, she thinks that my pledging to you is unsanctimonious and a threat to our marriage. Yet, what is the difference between such and that of a lover's? [He inhales sharply, his chest visibly filling with air as he tries to calm himself.] She is my wife, and you are my Eternal. Am I not currently being punished for being greedy? Am I not being punished for having a loosened grip on my control?
[His hold on Lucius' hand slackens finally, and defeat rolls his shoulders forwards. Confusion and pain twist his visage, the mid afternoon sun that pours through the windows glittering kaleidoscopic off of his opals, and against the bare white walls.] Pain is my curse... I wonder when will I finally be free of its clutches...