Sweet words from my consort, [ Lucius purrs in answer. Of course, this moment of pause is in no way the seeking of permission; rather, there is a certain anticipation that always oozes from the gap between bare skin and the edge of a blade, and Lucius breathes it in to savor its flavor, the same as he would at the apex of a duel. ] One day, I hope to see for myself just how true they really are.
[ He has no doubt of Eridanus' sincerityโand that is precisely why the desire to see that pledge made manifest burns warmth through his flesh, heat fanning through his chest and filling his gut the way seawater invades a drowning man's lungs. This world is small, and so are the depravities that have whet his consort's palate. Given true freedom, how much atrocity might he commit, and all in devotion to Lucius himself?
As that sword's edge bears down, slicing deep to carve a vertical groove into Eridanus' brow, his tongue licks along the bottom edge of his lipless mouth with ravenous hunger. ]
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[ He has no doubt of Eridanus' sincerityโand that is precisely why the desire to see that pledge made manifest burns warmth through his flesh, heat fanning through his chest and filling his gut the way seawater invades a drowning man's lungs. This world is small, and so are the depravities that have whet his consort's palate. Given true freedom, how much atrocity might he commit, and all in devotion to Lucius himself?
As that sword's edge bears down, slicing deep to carve a vertical groove into Eridanus' brow, his tongue licks along the bottom edge of his lipless mouth with ravenous hunger. ]