Sunlight for the asks?
Gold is a rather rare color for a turian’s plates, right up there with deep reds or bleached bone white. Sure, there are plenty of sandstone turians, but they never quite get the luster to their plates that comes with the rare genetic - well, mutation. Without that luster of true gold, they don’t really stand out with in a crowd.
Not like the way Aeson does ....
Rumbling at the thought, Damocles watches his friend pull up the nets he’d set earlier before dawn had even brightened up the sky. He had nothing to do today, so he tagged along while Aeson tended to his fishing, the two simply shooting the shit and sharing in some alcohol.
He doesn’t notice Aeson’s proud thrum when he glances over and shows him a particularly large fish that’s sure to make a large sum of credits in the market. He’s too preoccupied with the way the sunlight dances across his friend’s plates, of how it makes them glisten.
Damocles knows telling Aeson he’s gorgeous will only embarrass his friend, having seen it plenty of times when strangers have complimented him. Aeson is modest, only proud in the small things that - usually - end up benefiting someone else. Tending to his friends, that’s what Aeson enjoys, not being told stupid things like how he looks when the sun hits his bare back as he turns from Damocles to pull up and check another net.
So Damocles stays silent, only grinning when Aeson brings up another successful catch and wrangles it into the small tank that holds his catches. Even if Aeson doubts his own visual appeal, Damocles knows he’ll be right there to give his friend a boost of self-confidence whenever it comes a time that his younger friend needs to preen himself in order to impress a date. It won’t take much because he knows, even now in a fisherman’s coveralls with some oil from the engine on his hands and arms, Aeson is a sight to see.
Damocles sits and considers that he really does like the color gold.