[Beneath the command of sharp, enamel claws, Eridanus winces as he feels the prick and heat of blood at their tips. It runs across his skin, through the ashen blond of his hair, tickling sensation down his neck as he keeps his gaze upwards, adulating of his Eternal throughout his story. It isn't until Lucius moves away to give himself room, that Eridanus' form slots instead into the crook of the larger beast's elbow. He sighs, eyes falling lidded despite their captivation, as the man continues.
Places unfamiliar to him, names and faces and factionsโit's all too difficult visualize in his mind. He has felt it many times before, the frustration that comes with the disparity of their years, but never as strongly as this. For Lucius, it was eons past, and yet for Eridanus, it feels as if it is the vast, unreachable future.
But then he catches itโwhat Lucius alludes to, and suddenly despite a grip that would part the skin of his scalp, Eridanus sits up without a second thought. Side-sitting and abutting Lucius' overlarge, lounging form, he hovers his face over the tightly grinning mask of his consort.]
You conspired with Eidolon, then?
[He asks, breathless in his excitement. Though frustrated with his own lack of knowledge, he would be lying to say that Lucius was not a gifted storyteller. One moment confused, and the next besotted, Eridanus' gaze gleams in his excitement.]
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Places unfamiliar to him, names and faces and factionsโit's all too difficult visualize in his mind. He has felt it many times before, the frustration that comes with the disparity of their years, but never as strongly as this. For Lucius, it was eons past, and yet for Eridanus, it feels as if it is the vast, unreachable future.
But then he catches itโwhat Lucius alludes to, and suddenly despite a grip that would part the skin of his scalp, Eridanus sits up without a second thought. Side-sitting and abutting Lucius' overlarge, lounging form, he hovers his face over the tightly grinning mask of his consort.]
You conspired with Eidolon, then?
[He asks, breathless in his excitement. Though frustrated with his own lack of knowledge, he would be lying to say that Lucius was not a gifted storyteller. One moment confused, and the next besotted, Eridanus' gaze gleams in his excitement.]