God I Just. Love Ruthlessness As A Character Trait So Much. Sexy Sexy Sexy

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@unlackeyed i saw you post colin's height ( 5'0" ) & was inspired to compared that to julius' height ( 6'3" ) and

AMBS HELP I'M DYING LAUGHING.

HE'S BARELY UP TO HIS SHOULDER, WHAT

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if there were any mirth or any sense of peace in the air, it was gone now. julius stared silently at roman, shoulders shifting and standing to his full height with no slouching. he takes a collected, calm step towards roman. & even with those sunglasses obscuring his eyes, roman would no doubt feel the silent rage burning into roman's own eyes.

"would you like to try that again." his voice is a tad tight, yet still eerily calm. he's giving roman another chance to respond to him without getting so emotional.

his jaw clenched, however subtly. that irritation grew at how, placid stone was being. resigned. fight for another version of himself, supposedly, but not him, hm? tch. whatever. he focused, feeling that sensation and sensing that chaos energy from stone's world. very briefly, like a flickering tether that julius grabbed onto. bolstered by stone remembering his world & julius making physical contact.

his eyes glowed, shimmering before stone would blink, and be back in his own world.

julius' hand lingered there, poised, not moving as though still having his hand on stone's chest. then his arm slacked, and he exhaled deeply while looking skyward. that same gloved hand moved, to rub at his eyes underneath his sunglasses, before he turned and tried to resume what he was doing.

stone felt... angry? at being so easily dismissed, which was a bit strange considering he was used to it from his doctor and never had it bothered him until now. why did it bother him so much? more importantly, how could this man send him back?

he looks down at the hand splayed on his chest, then looks back up into the lenses of the man's sunglasses, bending a bit backwards when once again they were in close proximity.

knowing he'd get nowhere he ultimately resigns himself with a sigh, indeed closing his eyes and focusing on the earth he was from. oh well. just because it didn't work this time doesn't mean the next time wouldn't work.

after all, he'd waited almost half a decade to get here... what's another year or more, really?

Cathy Linh Che, from Go Forget your father//Friedrich Nietzsche// Richey Edwards// // Moss Angel, Girldirt Angelfog// Rainer Maria Rilke, Fragment of an Elegy,// Leila Miccolis, till death do us part.

ah. hm. julius simply stood there, night breeze causing the end tails of his coat to sway in that light wind. his gaze dipped down to sonic, who was sitting there, studying him. before julius looked back toward the pond as sonic wondered if they'd be fighting today or not. tonight, julius wanted to correct, since it was after sundown, but,

"no. if it's all the same to you, i want to just talk."

[julius]

"of course i do. you're implying i'd forget?"

a clear laugh rising out of sonic; but it isn't mocking, or mean-spirited. good natured, like an old friend just told him something that made him unable to stop. sonic smiles laxly, "nope. was just wonderin'." he was sat in front of a small pond, glancing over at julius. "so. we gonna fight today, or?" never knew which one it'd be.

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imad. a pillar. he's... swiftly become everything that fuels me, and everything that terrifies me. what a horror: to have someone to lose. not again. never. again. i will protect him with every atom in my being. damn the consequences, damn the masses. i need HIM.

....i can only hope that i'm worthy.

curious, julius glanced over when he noted movement, and saw sonic rummaging around the grass. what was he doing? then, sonic's picking up a - rock? julius' eyebrow raised. tossing, it skips before going into the water. sonic mentions it not being 'flat' enough. if that's the case.....

he bends down, gloved hand feeling through the grass, until he feels a sizeable rock, flatter than sonic's. smirking, julius lifted it and closed an eye, staring at the pond as if that'd help him aim better.

he tossed that rock, and it skipped about several times before finally submerging. a smile crossed julius' expression at the realization. hmph. how stupid.

at that, sonic gave a soft, understanding smile. he shrugged a little bit, "no problem," then thought about what to talk about. not like he and julius ran with the same circles, or really talked outside of fighting or battle quips. his gaze lowers to the grass, fingers roamed until he felt a small pebble. lifting it up, sonic tossed that rock and watched it skip across the pond about twice before sinking, "drat, not flat enough."

"I want to see what you can do."

not sure how they ended up in this little.... situation. aside sonic, julius had never truly FOUGHT with anyone before that didn't feel like it should end in life or death. yet here the mobian echidna was, not only indulging julius in his baser need to fight: that SHEER DESIRE FOR BLOODSHED, PAIN, that coursed through his veins. like it screamed at him. pumped so harshly through his blood that it felt like a heat pounding between his eyes with no ceiling, no zenith.

"I want to see what you can do."

but goading him on? a laugh barks out of him at the realization: sudden, sharp, rolled from deep within his chest. a shuddered exhale punches out of him from that sheer euphoria at the battle, and they hadn't even truly started. a few hits, but julius had been holding back - always did, to some degree. only ever went all out with sonic, yet even then julius had to temper those desires. would lose himself otherwise, become beastial. can feel that shaking in his chest already from all that chaos energy bubbling and heating in his veins. fight, rip, tear, destroy, kill; DO IT, STOP HOLDING BACK, HE'S TELLING YOU NOT TO--

the words clatter out of him, as though he is trying to hold that building need at bay, "trust me, you do not want me to do that." not out of any sense of care for the echidna. more-so at the slight worry over how upset sonic would be knowing what julius might do to knuckles.

MAKE YOUR MUSE AS A COCKTAIL.