[Eridanus' head shifts in its cradle, laid comfortably in the crook of Lucius' elbow. His cheek rubs against the twisted skin of his lover's arm, the mottled opal that leads into his maw disrupting the sensation of warmth against his face. His gaze, however, remains raised in its veneration of the form above himโespecially with such an obvious hook left dangling in the space between them.]
Tell me, my Lord.
[He breathes the words, his voice a soft whisper as he anticipates Lucius' next revelation.]
Tell me of this Emperor... is he the one you rebelled against?
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Tell me, my Lord.
[He breathes the words, his voice a soft whisper as he anticipates Lucius' next revelation.]
Tell me of this Emperor... is he the one you rebelled against?