[Perhaps he should have expected it, really. But this is a surprise too--when their mouths part, and Caelus crowds in, and the sharp heat of a bite flares upon Luocha's bottom lip. Copper blossoms on his tongue; the breath he draws in is a sharp one, despite himself, half startled and half piqued. ...Not in a bad way. There it is again, that sense of mild insult at the way even this briefly chases down his spine as its own sort of thrill--at the way Caelus smirks in a fashion far too charming, blood painting his lip and intentionally left lingering there, even as he moves to the door.
What a greedy boy indeed. He ought to be much more sparing, about indulging this...
With less scattered thoughts he would have accompanied the Trailblazer to the door, as a polite host does, but as it is Luocha remains where he stands by the counter. Almost absentmindedly, fingertips raise to press against the stinging of that abused lip, though a renewed amusement is curving his mouth anyhow as the door shuts behind Caelus. The dry chuckle that follows is unheard, in the newly empty room. ...Well, no, that's not quite true...
As the numbing warmth of the Abundance wells up again far too soon, soothing away this new bite of its own volition, Luocha drifts to the coffin in the corner at last, and flattens a palm against its lid. A sense of frosty judgment emanates still, from inside, something accusatory in the shape of it; a vine wraps about his wrist, thorns digging into bared skin. Luocha does not recoil, but lets it wash over, the icy condemnation and the old prickling pain. He draws in a slow breath, and centers his thoughts, upon the familiar scent and sensation of phantom flowers crowding into the back of his throat, thinning breath.]
I know. My apologies. It wasn't my intention for you to see such a filthy sight...you won't have to again.
[It's not as if he's lost track, of why he's here. Of what needs done. It's an unexpected diversion, this, and nothing more. Something to pass this last stretch of time. Something that will be pursued just a bit further tomorrow, perhaps, but overall entirely temporary in the end, because it'll have to be. Simply another sin to the tally, hm?
Luocha tugs the coffin close, and carries it with him back to the bedroom. As is his habit anyhow, in retiring for the night...but it won't be in there tomorrow.
The peanut butter sandwich, in the meanwhile, will be entirely forgotten in the fridge for the rest of his stint on the Luofu.]
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What a greedy boy indeed. He ought to be much more sparing, about indulging this...
With less scattered thoughts he would have accompanied the Trailblazer to the door, as a polite host does, but as it is Luocha remains where he stands by the counter. Almost absentmindedly, fingertips raise to press against the stinging of that abused lip, though a renewed amusement is curving his mouth anyhow as the door shuts behind Caelus. The dry chuckle that follows is unheard, in the newly empty room. ...Well, no, that's not quite true...
As the numbing warmth of the Abundance wells up again far too soon, soothing away this new bite of its own volition, Luocha drifts to the coffin in the corner at last, and flattens a palm against its lid. A sense of frosty judgment emanates still, from inside, something accusatory in the shape of it; a vine wraps about his wrist, thorns digging into bared skin. Luocha does not recoil, but lets it wash over, the icy condemnation and the old prickling pain. He draws in a slow breath, and centers his thoughts, upon the familiar scent and sensation of phantom flowers crowding into the back of his throat, thinning breath.]
I know. My apologies. It wasn't my intention for you to see such a filthy sight...you won't have to again.
[It's not as if he's lost track, of why he's here. Of what needs done. It's an unexpected diversion, this, and nothing more. Something to pass this last stretch of time. Something that will be pursued just a bit further tomorrow, perhaps, but overall entirely temporary in the end, because it'll have to be. Simply another sin to the tally, hm?
Luocha tugs the coffin close, and carries it with him back to the bedroom. As is his habit anyhow, in retiring for the night...but it won't be in there tomorrow.
The peanut butter sandwich, in the meanwhile, will be entirely forgotten in the fridge for the rest of his stint on the Luofu.]