i'm glad he made himself so blind, but i hope he did see you, in those twenty seconds. i hope he finally understood something; changed in death, if only a little, if he absolutely refused to do it in life.
asmodeus justifies himself by acting like mortals are playthings and it's going to cost him, too. i don't know how much, i don't know how long it will take, and i don't know if it will make him better or worse
i never really understood, when i was alive - but the gods are a part of us, now, and we're a part of them. we've been shaping each other for so long
i'm sure you remember how melodramatic his sense of style is
[ But if Jedao really wants to judge for himself, Zerxus isn't going to stop him. The door opens wide, revealing Zerxus and his sleep-mussed hair against a far more opulent, strikingly coloured backdrop. It's similar to the banquet room he echoed in the Enclosure, and even his robes match the pallette of black, red and gold.
There's still a balcony, at least; Tempus is curled up and snoring like a sensible creature. ]
Jedao's hair is mussed at odd angles, but aside from that spot of inelegance, he almost fits right into the room: his silk dressing-gown is Shuos colors, all red and gold.
"You maudlin foxfucker," Jedao accuses, fond and warm. He cups Zerxus's cheek in one hand, presumptuous and gentle, goes on his tiptoes to kiss the tip of Zerxus's nose.
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asmodeus justifies himself by acting like mortals are playthings and it's going to cost him, too. i don't know how much, i don't know how long it will take, and i don't know if it will make him better or worse
i never really understood, when i was alive - but the gods are a part of us, now, and we're a part of them. we've been shaping each other for so long
it doesn't need to be like this.
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i'm glad for the people who see me now
i want to come hold you. may i?
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...my cabin is - different, now. i could come to you.
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why don't you want me to see it
[He's already on his way, with every intention of catching a glimpse whenever Zerxus opens the door.]
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[ But if Jedao really wants to judge for himself, Zerxus isn't going to stop him. The door opens wide, revealing Zerxus and his sleep-mussed hair against a far more opulent, strikingly coloured backdrop. It's similar to the banquet room he echoed in the Enclosure, and even his robes match the pallette of black, red and gold.
There's still a balcony, at least; Tempus is curled up and snoring like a sensible creature. ]
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"You maudlin foxfucker," Jedao accuses, fond and warm. He cups Zerxus's cheek in one hand, presumptuous and gentle, goes on his tiptoes to kiss the tip of Zerxus's nose.