A Day with my Inamorato [Maxsuz]

Solicited by the touch of her lover across her shoulder, Erys listened closely as Maxsuz... nagged her about her language? This was the kind of inconsequential bullshit that usually bored her to tears, but the Argin was no usual customer; she gave him her undivided attention, nodding along to the lesson imparted. "I see..." Most of the alkaguíria's diction came from, well, oafish crewmates who sweared to their heart's content. Undoing decades of exposure to foul language would take some time, but it was an undertaking she was willing to make for her love. "Very well! I, Erys Azenor, shall express myself with the vocabulary befitting of lordship, good sir~"

Not long after that, Maxsuz disparaged the path followed by Yangcong as one of vulgarity and chaos. Erys personally enjoyed chaos and all its hijinks quite a bit, but at least she had to agree on the fact that spellweaving paled in comparison to true mastery of one's arulal frequency. Unlike spells borrowed from outer powers by utilizing incantations and other components, using árula was seamless and innate. More than anything, Erys wanted to perfect her gifts instead of having to rely on some esoteric mojo she had no real control over. Finally, Maxsuz concluded this lecture by teaching Erys about the proper words for the realm of the dead and the living, as well as the bridge betwixt. "As per usual, the himônus way is the superior way; Evertérium rolls better on the tongue than Hell."

A smooch on the forehead and some walking later, they both found themselves debating what they wanted to eat amidst a dining area. Maxsuz's suggestion was appealing not necessarily because she knew anything about "milkshakes", but rather because it was something he was wanting to try. "A chocolate milkshake sounds good..." She still had to get used to monikers such as "empress"; they brought extreme glee, but also flustered her to no end. With a bright hint of pink streaking her mocha complexion, she shyly clung to Maxsuz's sleeve as he ordered the milkshakes. When asked for which size she wanted, Erys popped from behind his arm to candidly reply with. "Extra large! Pleaaaaase~" Her smirking green lips displayed two unsettling rows of razor-sharp fangs that made the cashier grow wide-eyed.

With their beverages in tow, the couple casually sauntered to a nearby bench where they sat down. "So!" She noisily slurped the sugary ichor with a pleased sigh given at the end. "I've also met Violin. Some kind of saiyan weirdo who lost his memory parasite and supposedly owns a dragon named Pom. Do you think it's an alkaguírio? If his words are to be trusted, he met them on Earth." She had no clues how common himônus were across the cosmos. Regardless of that, if one capable of turning into a dákron was present on their planet, they had to find out about them. "This planet has so many draconic lifeforms, but they're all so fuc-" Having caught that slip up in the eggshell, the alkaguíria tensed up a little. "...utterly pathetic when compared to your august self, my love." The Azenor rested her head against the Argin's shoulder, then closed her eyes before bringing the straw to her lips for a second protracted slurp.

Maxsuz was given a suspicious side-glance by Erys who wondered why he was choking on his drink. Was mentioning the intel she obtained by placating Rhuba with a false sentiment of friendship a faux pas? For a moment, her complexion was contorted by the signs of worry, but it was soon assuaged by her lover corroborating her story. "Oh~ So the parasite came crawling to you like a sycophant!" This was too good to be true! Erys hid her eyes shedding tears of mirth behind a palm as she threw her head behind her shuddering shoulders.

"I just think it's kinda funny cuz, you know, we discussed about Kárnis and his parasite. As you already know, boo, an alkaguírio's relationship with their alkálipe is a soulbound, symbiotic thing; it can't be undone, never one without the other." This was the total opposite of the lopsided... partnership between Rhuba and his little shadow roach. "The way Rhuba spoke about it, it TRULY feels like that thing is nothing more than a parasite. They both vye for control! The saiyajin is supposedly the one with the reins, but now that Parsetix of whatever its name eclipsed itself, knowledge is starting to elude him." Yes, just like grains of sand slipping between one's grasp, Rhuba's ownership of the skills bestowed upon him by the parasite's feeding frenzies was tenuous, fading.

When he mentioned that the relationship between Pom and Rhuba was a romantic one, Erys practically exploded on the bench. With a triumphant squeal, she thrashed in place like a lottery winner. "YES! YES!! YES!!!! I knewitknewitknewit; he tried to deny it when I asked him, but it was, like, SO OBVIOUS that he was infatuated with this fake dragon with how precious he considered him~" With a smug grin, Erys observed her lover's beautiful facial features. "I love love almost as much as I love pain; it's one of these things I can just SMELL."

To be honest, it was somewhat relieving to learn that most alkaguírio were deeply insular. Not that the Azenor didn't want to meet her people, but considering Maxsuz's standings with his species as a disowned prince, then maybe it was for the best if they stayed clear from their kind for now.

A shiver crept from the base of Erys' spine all the way up to her brain upon being pulled closer to her lover. The proximity was something she relished, which was made quite obvious with how relaxed her frantic being became in an instant, almost as if his mere presence commanded enough authority over her body to cleanse it from all animosity. "I love you too, Maxsuz." Not only did she empathize, she also understood his pain; the two lovebirds spent decades being lonely before finally finding companionship thanks to destiny merging their paths into an harmonious, cooperative whole. "Now that we are together, not even the finality of Evertérium will pry me off your hide for long~" It was a fact that death could be defied. As such, the alkaguíria considered it as nothing more than a setback. Feeling devious, she tilted her head sideways and leaned toward his neck, pressing the green-tinged plump of her lips against the sensitive surface to give it a little marking hickey.

She partially withdrew herself, smirking lips still brushing the delicate crook where she laid her claim. "Wouldn't that be hot... to die for you? Wouldn't that be an absolute act of devotion? Mhmh, so romantic~" Crazed but lovestruck, she shifted her little face against his shoulder to give him SOME breathing room. Yes, Erys was clingy and overbearing at times, but it all traced back to her total lack of outlets for affection until she met him.

"What about the others? Which Orchestra member shall I meet next~? A king stands amongst our ranks, correct?" Drum, the second seat of the Orchestra; the redhead beauty sneered at the thought of someone that wasn't her mate or herself daring to have such a prestigious title.