o2 ⚔ find someone to hold your hand

[bangitybang]

Characters: Janus LeFevre & CR
Summary: Janus is leaving Xistentia to join their paramour back in their homeworld. They farewell to their lovers shortly before joining one last final mission in Panultima.
Date(s): Early February 2018
Warnings/Notes: NSFW nudity, some sexual content likely!



closed to rafaello;

[janus hadn't taken many people to their apartment when zeke was living here, and now that zeke is gone, it feels too empty. one of the reasons why they invite rafaello over, even if it's smaller and simpler by far than the lovely farmhouse where they'd gotten to sneak their callused hands into the vampire's tiny outfits. they lit some candles, changed the sheets, and then acquired a mammoth bouquet of roses and a bath bomb that turned the tub's contents a nebulae of purple and turquoise.

rafa hadn't taken too much convincing to disrobe and step into the water, alone-- at least for now, and they like the way that he looks, immersed in the rippling color, which leaves luminous flecks like mobile constellations on his little round arms and narrow chest. janus runs their fingers through the surface, skims the tips up rafa's hip, ribs. stops shy of making the final leap up to his chin. they look at his face.]

I have to leave soon, [they say, because they don't know what else to do when his eyes are bright and his hair is tied up like that, into a little bun, perched on the back of his head, setting his jawline off to such advantage. they don't know what else to do, when they know that the smile nested in his fangs won't stay.] Not tonight, I mean. But from Xistentia. I wanted to tell you.

closed to rosie;

[since the first-- rather embarrassing encounter at the citadel, they've met several times. janus has taken her out to eat now and again, expending as much effort and resources as you possibly can, considering that technically money doesn't exist in this city and barter is only a requirement to get better and finer than the baseline for survival. still, they enjoy her company— whatever is between them has seemed to be largely exempt from the sometimes tearful, sometimes naked internet, sometimes fantastically violent drama that revolves around rosie's life. they've fought in the same war, which was bad enough; it didn't have to get any more complicated than that.

but it did, of course. mostly, because janus has come to think of her as a friend.

today, they've picked a cafe along the edge of a lovely boulevard. tentative greenery on trees seem to be warring with a fuzz of frost. it's been a nice opportunity to wear a coat, which is black like all of janus' clothes, but heavy, unlike anything they got to wear at home in florida. they've threaded their arm through her arm and purchased a coffee for her that has both liquor settling at the bottom and a cream heart floating at the top, and asked to share some of it.] I have to tell you something, [they say, reaching to rub a pip of foam off her bottom lip.] It's-- important.

closed to era;

[once upon a time, a young genderqueer met with the warrior of light in the woods and provided to her some liquid chalk. they've only seen her around sporadically since then, as they had both been occupied with the defense of the city, and then the dozens of strange distractions that the world had to offer besides. they'd puled her into the orgy event, with a gentle warning, but separation had occurred almost immediately— after all, janus doesn't quite have the same restraints as she does. and there's a city to power with all the passion of sex.

but they're leaving now. so its daemon-to-daemon that they reach out again, for the last time. inviting her back to her old camp, where they'd met many months ago.

and on the tree stump where they'd sat before, there's a fresh glass of milk, another box of oreos. janus is sitting there, slightly slouched, their freckly nose turned toward the slow-rising sun. it's brisk, but the thaw is arriving over xistentia. janus brought a blanket in case, a big, heavy dark-red thing with tassels at the edges. they're waiting, in something of a reverie, but far more alert to subtle sounds in their environment than you'd guess just by looking at them.]

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[bangitybang]

[what a line to use in this world, and this time, with such people. like fate, or even destiny. janus hesitates for a moment-- for one thing, because of the implications and insinuations that that might inadvertently raise, albeit for audiences less sensitive and emotional than rosie is. but also, because they've always taken an oddly secular approach to even their owm mystical universe. maybe 'secular' isn't even right; cynical, maybe.

minotaurs and angels, they could understand. happy endings, less so. but they look at her, the curly gilded thread of her eyelashes, the brave smile on her face. they look at her trying. it's enough to make a man believe.]

Like fate, [they agree, finally.] Or maybe even destiny. [and then they put their drinks down— absconding with hers too. they pull her in firm against their chest, their arms finishing a firm circle around her. the faint scent of rummy mahogany and mineral metal comes out of them, sweet and dark. they hold her tight.]

[hasitsthorns]

[ She fits just as well as she always has against them. In a natural, fluid movement her arms wrap around them in kind and just as tight. She burrows her face into the flat of their chest and inhales deeply. It's a scent she's taken in many times and brings a saltwater sting to her tightly shut eyes to think it's one that will soon fade away.

Janus is not making it easy to say good-bye. But she has to believe, same as them, that maybe it is like fate. Or like destiny. That they're meant to leave and that maybe they were meant to meet. That maybe someday they'll meet again in this great, big multiverse out there. The chances of them coming together here were so astronomically slim so who's to say it can't happen again?

The blond gives another deep breath to suck back the tears she doesn't want them to see. She can save those until they're truly gone, she can be strong. She always has been, hasn't she? It might be a little muffled against their chest when she speaks again but, ]

Well, F.A.T.E.S. better at least have it so I can make sure you're okay. Or else I might have to have words with her.

&fade if it's good w you

[bangitybang]

[they smell the sweetness cupped in her pores, in her smooth forehead and long hair. she's warm and lovely, small enough that they can remember lifting her up. throwing her around a little, before they got back to kissing, the cinch of her muscular thighs.]

If she's listening, I'm sure she's afraid, [they say. and after that, they finish their coffee, watch her finish hers, and hold her for awhile, thinking about the chaos of panultima to come and the pain of separation to follow. there will be worse things, they know. there will be plenty of time to miss her in the years that follow.]