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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[hasitsthorns]

[ While Rose claimed she could be 'casual' and often fell extremely short of that reality, this has been a surprisingly nice exception to that rule. What she had with Janus always felt friendly and easy. Funny, maybe, that for as much as Rose claimed to prefer easy she seemed to choose partners where the very opposite was more often true than not- In this universe, or another.

Janus was decidedly separate and exempt from the emotional windstorm that Rose could be. It works best the way they've maintained it; while she could easily try and pursue more, it just hadn't ever seemed to click into place just right as it did with Vanyel, Farraige, or even Haneul. Which isn't a bad thing! In fact, after today- She might look back on it later as how it was meant to be from the beginning.

How it'd make the end easier to stomach. Of course, right now she isn't thinking about anything so final. The only thing on her mind is how much fun she's having, coffee in hand and Janus' arm linked with hers as they stroll along. In contrast to his coat, she's wearing something wildly inappropriate for the cold. Jean shorts and T-shirt, which is far from the most skin she's shown around Janus but. ] Alright, dude, [ he says, glancing up at them from her cup with a smile at the ready. ]

I'm listening.

[mordacita]

[ If one is ever worried about Rafa being stressed, or unhappy, or in any way emotionally unbalanced, the best way to solve it is by putting him in water. Either Janus is perceptive enough to know this, or they're very lucky. It's probably both, honestly. It smells good, and feels so warm that he considers sinking beneath the surface and staying there. He doesn't, mainly because Janus' fingers and scent and self are distracting. His hand chases the one teasing him, catching it and bringing it up to his lips for kisses. He's smiling, unsuspecting that this kind of occasion could lead to anything bad. He's considering just taking hold of Janus and pulling them in with him.

That stark pronouncement stops him. I have to leave is the very last thing he expected Janus to say tonight. Frowning, he sits up straight, sending disruptive ripples across the surface of the water. ]

Why? [ It doesn't properly compute. They've hardly known each other for any time at all. ] You know what we are doing. Our worlds are in danger, you cannot simply leave.

What has happened?

[astralera]

[ It has been a while since Era last visited her old camp site - not since the first snow, when the cold had been too much for her to bother with excessive time spent in the woods gathering supplies. Why would she, when she has a warm bed and a home to share with Aymeric?

She stops short when she notices the set-up, a feeling of nostalgia welling up inside of her. Era hasn't had any Oreos since the day Janus introduced them to her despite enjoying them. Aymeric, too, had quite liked the sweet biscuit, though they had never thought to find some more for themselves. ]

Janus.

[ She lifts a hand in greeting, then tugs the shoulder strap of the bag they gave her back into place as it shifts with the motion. Something about the situation seems odd. Very sudden, and... Era tilts her head to the side. Almost sombre?

She moves to sit next to Janus, bundled up in a coat thick enough she may as well be sitting on a cushion. It may be warmer (thank the Twelve) but it is still too cold for this Au Ra's tastes. ]