[and i you, janus wants to say, but they're sure right now that their voice would crack and fall apart like a cookie that some idiot baker left the eggs out of, or else turn into some kind of soupy oversweet sludge. much about janus is about precision and finesse. they hate to look bad.
and for some reason, they have always assumed that this, their mouth slightly swollen, pupils blown out junkie huge, their hair dropping disheveled spikes down their forehead— they have always assumed that this is a bad look.
you see, it seems different with rafa. rafa can pull it off, based on what they can see, the caramel color of his cheeks given way to the fruit creme pink of his mouth, the clean, sharp prominence of his brow softened by his hungry eyes. janus is no more afraid of vampires than they are of elves or chimera, and you'd have to have met elves and chimera to know they're as afraid as they should be. they don't think they've met a vampire, elf or chimera that was pretty like rafaello, though.
they nod. a little indelicately, they rise, tugging rafa up with them. they'd-- carry him, but that seems a bit daft when you're the one who doesn't know where you're going. instead, a sword-callused hand settles gently at the small of the vampire's back. it's a funnily old-fashioned gesture, considering their dick is flapping around out the open gap of their trousers.]
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and for some reason, they have always assumed that this, their mouth slightly swollen, pupils blown out junkie huge, their hair dropping disheveled spikes down their forehead— they have always assumed that this is a bad look.
you see, it seems different with rafa. rafa can pull it off, based on what they can see, the caramel color of his cheeks given way to the fruit creme pink of his mouth, the clean, sharp prominence of his brow softened by his hungry eyes. janus is no more afraid of vampires than they are of elves or chimera, and you'd have to have met elves and chimera to know they're as afraid as they should be. they don't think they've met a vampire, elf or chimera that was pretty like rafaello, though.
they nod. a little indelicately, they rise, tugging rafa up with them. they'd-- carry him, but that seems a bit daft when you're the one who doesn't know where you're going. instead, a sword-callused hand settles gently at the small of the vampire's back. it's a funnily old-fashioned gesture, considering their dick is flapping around out the open gap of their trousers.]