[rafaello had. janus remembers. they look at him for a half-beat, a half-a-heartbeat, their eyes clear and unblinking. you have to see better than an ordinary man or woman in order to land hits, and janus has been hurting people since their hand was large enough to hold a weapon. it wasn't until later in their life that they learned to channel something of this accuracy, this intuition, into the pleasures of flesh, but they took to it easier than they'd ever thought they would.
it's like learning a second language that's like enough to your first.] Buonasera bellissimo, [they say.] Our prizes were a little similar, I think.
[and then they kiss him. a hand around his little waist, like gentleman holding his date at cotillion around her fine white dress, respectful of the elegant shape of the cascade of her skirts— even while there's nothing particularly reserved about his mouth on her mouth, the initial surge as fierce as a bite, then the hungry brush of their lips after, testing the feel of a body absent breath.]
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it's like learning a second language that's like enough to your first.] Buonasera bellissimo, [they say.] Our prizes were a little similar, I think.
[and then they kiss him. a hand around his little waist, like gentleman holding his date at cotillion around her fine white dress, respectful of the elegant shape of the cascade of her skirts— even while there's nothing particularly reserved about his mouth on her mouth, the initial surge as fierce as a bite, then the hungry brush of their lips after, testing the feel of a body absent breath.]