[Lucius' excitement is palpable. More than the hunt of any prey, or the entanglement of their souls in intimacy—something else entirely had gotten under the man's skin and riled him to the point that Eridanus can feel it clearly in the slim air between them. He feels it in the murmur spoken close to his ear, and the padded fingertips that trail through his hair and hold him firmly there.]

Of course, how could I forget that time we spent within the Square? [Eridanus says as much with a smile budding across his mature features, the sheepish look of a wife reminiscing on her wedding day. With their closeness initiated by Lucius, Eridanus is uncaring of who might be standing around them when he slides his palm across his lover's lower back,] I wish to see the place that will one day be my home.

[Despite the grip in his hair, anchoring him near, Eridanus turns his gaze on the small crowd around them. For Lucius to be asking such a thing... he wonders, has he discovered a way to leave Ryslig? The mere thought thunders his pulse with excitement and twists his gut with anxiety. He swallows, eyeing Lucius once more.]

Are we finally leaving this place, my beloved?