[For as venerating as Eridanus' gaze is, as if he truly were some supplicant, prostrating within a gilded temple before the figure of his godโhe still splays himself across Lucius' broad front the same as if it were a throne especially made for him. Affectionate in his touches of the man's waxen skull, his daggered fingers trace the eons-old latticed scars. Lucius spins a grand tale of his triumph over his legion-brother and thoughts fill his mind of just which of these phantom scars was the one he carved into his handsome visage that day. Was it buried beneath new victories? Or would he be able to pick out a corner, an edge of it, just to press an adoring kiss to its length?
He shifts, again, against the over-large torso that brings his Eternal's form one step closer to the glory of his true flesh. Though it is not to lounge over him with the lazy sprawl of a concubine. With the climax of the story growing nearer, he can feel the way excitement buzzes through his veins. Just as restless as the energy that drums talons along his waist, Eridanus swings his leg over Lucius' hips and pulls himself to sitting upon them. His gaze clouds with lust, as his claws drag red lines down the muscular curve of his consort's chest.]
Of course, my Eternal... did you keep your prize?
[He asks, anticipation reaching his breathless voice as he wonders if that skull rests amongst the prizes that litter Lucius' room upon the Diadem. There had been too many trophies to pick through before, and they had all blended together; but now he wonders just what sort of stories led to each one. He wonders just what it would feel like to see Lucius dance through the battlefield spreading bloody carnage in his elegant performance.]
it's nothing you ever have to apologize for honestly I did this to myself, anyways, cw: horny
He shifts, again, against the over-large torso that brings his Eternal's form one step closer to the glory of his true flesh. Though it is not to lounge over him with the lazy sprawl of a concubine. With the climax of the story growing nearer, he can feel the way excitement buzzes through his veins. Just as restless as the energy that drums talons along his waist, Eridanus swings his leg over Lucius' hips and pulls himself to sitting upon them. His gaze clouds with lust, as his claws drag red lines down the muscular curve of his consort's chest.]
Of course, my Eternal... did you keep your prize?
[He asks, anticipation reaching his breathless voice as he wonders if that skull rests amongst the prizes that litter Lucius' room upon the Diadem. There had been too many trophies to pick through before, and they had all blended together; but now he wonders just what sort of stories led to each one. He wonders just what it would feel like to see Lucius dance through the battlefield spreading bloody carnage in his elegant performance.]