[As Lucius continues his tale once more, Eridanus finds himself settling lower. Like some sprawling domesticated pet, he crosses his arms over the expanse of his Eternal's chest and settles his chin atop them with eyes bewitched by legend. He can only imagine behind the thin veil of closed eyelids, what it may have been like to hold that helm within his two hands, and triumph resting on his shoulders. A triumph short lived, but motivating nonetheless.
But to slide that helm over his head, to imagine the words exchanged. He wonders what this Eidolon's voice sounded like, even when it deemed his beloved an ill-fit traitor. The anger that sours Lucius' expression is savored by Eridanus like bitter drink, it burns his throat and settles hotly in his stomach. Anger is not an emotion he sees of his Eternal very often, and when the danger of it isn't directed towards him, even he finds indulgence in gazing upon it.
Still, he's attentive as the story unfolds. As Lucius breaches their meeting ground and makes his deal with his true traitor-brother. Eridanus rises, then, and with his gauntlets splayed across the scarified muscle of Lucius' chest, he eagerly hangs on for the answer to his next question.]
So then, how did he blunder such an opportunity?
[The words are hitched in his throat, breathless with excitement. His tail whips through the air behind him, wagging in his enjoyment. He manages, just barely, to calm himself into lowering against his consort's front once moreโthough poised nearly nose to nose with him.]
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But to slide that helm over his head, to imagine the words exchanged. He wonders what this Eidolon's voice sounded like, even when it deemed his beloved an ill-fit traitor. The anger that sours Lucius' expression is savored by Eridanus like bitter drink, it burns his throat and settles hotly in his stomach. Anger is not an emotion he sees of his Eternal very often, and when the danger of it isn't directed towards him, even he finds indulgence in gazing upon it.
Still, he's attentive as the story unfolds. As Lucius breaches their meeting ground and makes his deal with his true traitor-brother. Eridanus rises, then, and with his gauntlets splayed across the scarified muscle of Lucius' chest, he eagerly hangs on for the answer to his next question.]
So then, how did he blunder such an opportunity?
[The words are hitched in his throat, breathless with excitement. His tail whips through the air behind him, wagging in his enjoyment. He manages, just barely, to calm himself into lowering against his consort's front once moreโthough poised nearly nose to nose with him.]