[ Eridanus backs away, and Lucius lets him go, ever the cat toying with a broken-winged bird. If his desire were merely for Eridanus' head, he would not give him the space to draw those haggard breaths; however, he does, idle on the balls of his feet as he receives his lover's awe. ]
It loses something without the play of long and short, unfortunately, [ he hums, conversational, and briefly, he spins the falchion in his off-hand to remeasure the way it sits within his palm. ] This weapon wasn't made for it as yours was.
[ And yet, he doesn't drop the stance. When Eridanus draws near enough to answer with his short-blade, Lucius' falchion slices through the air to meet its edgeβbut it's that very same understanding of the interplay of distance that signals to him the weapon is a mere decoy. Again, he puts his superior agility to work; he turns in a half-step to meet sabre-to-sabre, and rather than placing teasing distance between them this time, he bears the motion to its completion. It carries him around to Eridanus' vulnerable side, and he drives his falchion's sloping tip toward the space beneath Eridanus' ribs. ]
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It loses something without the play of long and short, unfortunately, [ he hums, conversational, and briefly, he spins the falchion in his off-hand to remeasure the way it sits within his palm. ] This weapon wasn't made for it as yours was.
[ And yet, he doesn't drop the stance. When Eridanus draws near enough to answer with his short-blade, Lucius' falchion slices through the air to meet its edgeβbut it's that very same understanding of the interplay of distance that signals to him the weapon is a mere decoy. Again, he puts his superior agility to work; he turns in a half-step to meet sabre-to-sabre, and rather than placing teasing distance between them this time, he bears the motion to its completion. It carries him around to Eridanus' vulnerable side, and he drives his falchion's sloping tip toward the space beneath Eridanus' ribs. ]