[Despite his early return to Ryslig, Lucius' own was clue enough that those who were trapped within that other realm are no longer. It takes him time, of course, to get his bearingsโbut once he does, it's unfinished business that draws him to the 38-8 apartments. As promised, wrapped in neat brown paper and twine, is Riley's fixed jacketโatop it, a bouquet of white and yellow daffodils.
In his chest, is a heart thundering so loud he can hardly hear the way his opaline knuckles rap against the door when he knocks.
Eridanus doesn't know what to say, he hasn't thought of the words. How is he supposed to feel about the fabricated memories that make his head feel as if it's stuffed with cotton? He closes his eyes, and he can see every one of Riley's birthdays within that world. Her smiles, her tears, her triumphs and her failures. His heart tugs at the reminder that it will be the closest he'll ever come to seeing his own daughter grow up.
The door opens, and he forces down the thoughts, the memories, and instead pulls a smile across his features.]
[ACTION] Post-event, backdated to the 23rd
In his chest, is a heart thundering so loud he can hardly hear the way his opaline knuckles rap against the door when he knocks.
Eridanus doesn't know what to say, he hasn't thought of the words. How is he supposed to feel about the fabricated memories that make his head feel as if it's stuffed with cotton? He closes his eyes, and he can see every one of Riley's birthdays within that world. Her smiles, her tears, her triumphs and her failures. His heart tugs at the reminder that it will be the closest he'll ever come to seeing his own daughter grow up.
The door opens, and he forces down the thoughts, the memories, and instead pulls a smile across his features.]
Happy Birthday, Riley.