[Suspicion knots Eridanus' brow as the manic edge of Lucius' demeanor seems to have cooled all too quickly. He had intended for his words to be a sharp jab, yet here he sat, completely unabated and unsatisfied with how his transgression had been waved aside like a buzzing fly. Perhaps there was a small part of him that sought punishment from Lucius' hands, to be made to feel and wish as if his flesh was being sundered apart in the wake of his shortcomings. He is sure that were he to simply ask, that the divine pleasure of agony interlaced with ecstasy would be lovingly gifted to him. Yet even as the heady influence of the coca wine coursed through his veins, he knew that pride would be the collar that would hold him back.
And he was not yet ready to fully hand the leash over.]
Jealousy, greed, obsession... [He breathes the words like noxious fumes, before taking a long, indulgent drink. Just as Lucius did, he finishes every last drop, before carelessly tossing the glass aside.] These are the traits that drew you to me, traits you saw promise in, that could be cultivated in the image of your god.
[With the explosive force of an erupting volcano, Eridanus leaps from the couch, only to come nose to nose with Lucius. Those words of specialness and love are like molten hot pokers to his open wounds, and act as the cattle prods that have his claws snapping around the shorter man's throat. He wants to say moreโabout how that senseless oath that had dripped like honey from his lips in a moment of passion, was the crack that birthed a chasm of darkness between he and his wife. The sense that he has been ignoring, intentionally or not, is screaming to rescind his oath.
Yet as his viridescent gaze, alight with fury, stares into the slitting golden orbs before it, he finds his words stuck in his throat. His opalite grasp is squeezing, his muscles taut with killing intent, but he doesn't crush the fragile meat and cartilage. Weakness takes him, like the swelling of a storm come to culmination, he pulls Lucius' mouth into his own. His breath is hot and heavy, the tangy scent of coca wine flavoring it, as desperation grips him even more tightly, and its as if he's being eaten alive by it.
Carelessness would have it that the sharp opal of his tusks would leave behind shallow cuts against Lucius' lips, but they matter not in Eridanus' mind as a quiet sob breaks their kiss. Stinging tears threaten the corners of his eyes, but they have yet to fall. The only notion of his sorrow manifested in the gentle shake of his shoulders and the loosening of his grip on Lucius' neck.]
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And he was not yet ready to fully hand the leash over.]
Jealousy, greed, obsession... [He breathes the words like noxious fumes, before taking a long, indulgent drink. Just as Lucius did, he finishes every last drop, before carelessly tossing the glass aside.] These are the traits that drew you to me, traits you saw promise in, that could be cultivated in the image of your god.
[With the explosive force of an erupting volcano, Eridanus leaps from the couch, only to come nose to nose with Lucius. Those words of specialness and love are like molten hot pokers to his open wounds, and act as the cattle prods that have his claws snapping around the shorter man's throat. He wants to say moreโabout how that senseless oath that had dripped like honey from his lips in a moment of passion, was the crack that birthed a chasm of darkness between he and his wife. The sense that he has been ignoring, intentionally or not, is screaming to rescind his oath.
Yet as his viridescent gaze, alight with fury, stares into the slitting golden orbs before it, he finds his words stuck in his throat. His opalite grasp is squeezing, his muscles taut with killing intent, but he doesn't crush the fragile meat and cartilage. Weakness takes him, like the swelling of a storm come to culmination, he pulls Lucius' mouth into his own. His breath is hot and heavy, the tangy scent of coca wine flavoring it, as desperation grips him even more tightly, and its as if he's being eaten alive by it.
Carelessness would have it that the sharp opal of his tusks would leave behind shallow cuts against Lucius' lips, but they matter not in Eridanus' mind as a quiet sob breaks their kiss. Stinging tears threaten the corners of his eyes, but they have yet to fall. The only notion of his sorrow manifested in the gentle shake of his shoulders and the loosening of his grip on Lucius' neck.]
Light... what have I done?