[bred in sunny lands. ancestry built for unrelenting summers by the sea. janus knows skin like this, the small frames, the dark eyes and hair. it's nothing like phrenology and phenotyping has painfully little relevance, especially in worlds like theirs, where reincarnation happens often enough and a reasonable facsimile of a soul might be birthed out of a river or a tree or a stone.
but still, it feels like a story. something of heritage, of the raw materials that predated vampirism, of the culture of rafa's home and the privileges of his beauty, wrapped up in the tawny parchment of his skin. scars? they wonder, the instant before their mind takes to stuttering at the slick flicker of rafa's tongue. ever since that disastrous!! encounter with rosie in the citadel, janus has been rather wary of accidentally-- failing to come through for a lover, so if they knew what rafa was thinking, they would have opinions.
instead, they trace their thumb along rafa's jaw. their chest sucks deep.] I don't think my mind could take over even if I wanted, [they say, their voice half a pitch lower than ordinary, rusted over with want. he is so beautiful, rafaello is.]
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but still, it feels like a story. something of heritage, of the raw materials that predated vampirism, of the culture of rafa's home and the privileges of his beauty, wrapped up in the tawny parchment of his skin. scars? they wonder, the instant before their mind takes to stuttering at the slick flicker of rafa's tongue. ever since that disastrous!! encounter with rosie in the citadel, janus has been rather wary of accidentally-- failing to come through for a lover, so if they knew what rafa was thinking, they would have opinions.
instead, they trace their thumb along rafa's jaw. their chest sucks deep.] I don't think my mind could take over even if I wanted, [they say, their voice half a pitch lower than ordinary, rusted over with want. he is so beautiful, rafaello is.]