Adequate, [ he answers, and the slyness of the word upon his tongue betrays it for the teasing it is. The metal rests at once weighty and light against his flesh, as if it were a second skin he had once shed and forgotten. It would be impressive craftsmanship in any circumstance, but particularly so where it had been forged without the forger ever once laying eyes on Lucius himself.
After all, this is no mass-produced suit, made to adjust to any marine's physique. This is plate crafted for his form alone, a work of art without duplicate or substitute—extravagant enough to be worthy of the flesh of a Primarch.
With the thought, his lips part, and his overlong tongue unfurls to lick along his lips. As if even that short time apart had been too long, Lucius' tail unspools as well, curling around Eridanus' ankle and calf once more with the touch of a greedy lover. ]
And how is it for you? Does it do my splendor justice within your eyes?
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After all, this is no mass-produced suit, made to adjust to any marine's physique. This is plate crafted for his form alone, a work of art without duplicate or substitute—extravagant enough to be worthy of the flesh of a Primarch.
With the thought, his lips part, and his overlong tongue unfurls to lick along his lips. As if even that short time apart had been too long, Lucius' tail unspools as well, curling around Eridanus' ankle and calf once more with the touch of a greedy lover. ]
And how is it for you? Does it do my splendor justice within your eyes?