[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 otherโand 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.]
[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.]