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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[ 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.