[When he rose from the grave, when he trudged home, when he reached out for that doorknob and wrapped opaline fingers around it to pull the door openโEridanus did not want reality to settle in. He wanted to pretend this was a nightmare.
Except when Lucius saunters forward, towering over him in his Fog-skin, it's not until he bears down on him with an overwide grin full of too-sharp teeth that reality collapses on top of him. He no longer feels the pull of the arcane in his veins, the heat of wildfire in his belly. He has returned to a hideous, ugly form he had hoped to be rid of.
So when Lucius' claws graze over his arm, the way Eridanus reels from the touch is completely unconscious. His chest heaves with quickened breaths, and his eyes are wide with animal panic. This isn't right, he doesn't feel right. Eridanus sees the smile on Lucius face and it twists anger in his gut. That rage reaches his thin lips, curling them downwards into a pinched frown.]
This skin is not new. [He responds flatly, with his shallow breaths hitching his shoulders,] this is the same hideous flesh I wore before.
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Except when Lucius saunters forward, towering over him in his Fog-skin, it's not until he bears down on him with an overwide grin full of too-sharp teeth that reality collapses on top of him. He no longer feels the pull of the arcane in his veins, the heat of wildfire in his belly. He has returned to a hideous, ugly form he had hoped to be rid of.
So when Lucius' claws graze over his arm, the way Eridanus reels from the touch is completely unconscious. His chest heaves with quickened breaths, and his eyes are wide with animal panic. This isn't right, he doesn't feel right. Eridanus sees the smile on Lucius face and it twists anger in his gut. That rage reaches his thin lips, curling them downwards into a pinched frown.]
This skin is not new. [He responds flatly, with his shallow breaths hitching his shoulders,] this is the same hideous flesh I wore before.