"And Desire smiles, and forgets, for Desire is a creature of the moment." -Neil Gaiman
chapter 30
"And this," Jazz opened the door, and let Castor walk in. "Is our room,"
They made it to their cabin, and the musician showed his god around. The Cabins that everyone had in their little 'town' on the island weren't that luxurious but they were comfortable for everyone's personal needs and big enough to have people hang out or sleep over, too.
His parent's cabin was the biggest with a giant living room, where all of them got together on Christmas morning to give out presents and show off everything-- and also bicker, embarrass, or pick on each other in that family way that makes everyone laugh.
Their cabin had a lot of green in it, plants too, and a shit ton of odd trinkets and musical instruments that Cas spent a good half hour organizing so his mind didn't flip out. Their room was probably the biggest in the cabin besides the livingroom and the kitchen, and the bed was giant, a California King one that let Jazz sprawl out comfortably.
To the left was a desk with a bunch of notebooks full of songs or music or just little ideas he had, mostly in italian or greek but all the languages he spoke kinda ended up merging together in this weird babble that filled the pages-- which he was sure confused his star when he opened one to look in it.
He sat on the bed, watching Castor discover everything.
He looked at the pictures next to the door leading to his closet (which, when his boyfriend discovered it, he knew another couple of his sweatshirts would be stolen) and then there was the bathroom, which he had a large shower that was very much like a rainfall and could probably fit ten people in it if and a big bathtub too that was more for relaxing than washing.
His room had a lot of blacks and dark greens, the rug next to the end of his bed was probably the only light decoration, it being mint.
He couldn't tell if the celestial liked it or not, despite all the warm green surrounding his head, dizzy and content and bouncy in it's song.
"Star," Jazz pulled him closer by his hips until he was standing between his legs and he could nuzzle his head into his stomach, messing up his probably already wild curls. "Do you like it?"
"Fuck yeah, I look at- -at, at, at- -everything and it reminds me of you." Castor smirks, running his hand down his arms as they tighten around the god's hips. "Why wouldn't I like that?"
Jazz flushes and whines, "I don't know... there's a lot of green?"
"I like green," He shrugs.
"You do?" Jazz honestly thought that he annoyed his boyfriend with how much green he kept around the place-- green walls, furniture, decorations, talking about green, calling him green and so on and so forth. Castor nods, making the musician sigh. "Bueno mierda, I thought you might not like it."
Grabbing onto his face, Castor forces his boyfriend to look into his lightning-strike gray eyes, "Don't curse like that."
"You know how to curse in Spanish?" He blinks in surprise, cheeks flushing in embarrassment at being caught doing something bad. The only reason he swore in Spanish is because he didn't think the celestial knew, otherwise he wouldn't have been that offensive.
Castor shrugs, "Yeah..."
"Does that mean..." Jazz paused. "You knew when I was cursing all the time, and you said nothing?"
"Well," He has the audacity to smirk. "I figured you were doing it in another language for a reason."
The musician's pout deepens, "But you don't know anything else?"
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Jazz Red's Anomaly
Romance"I am the textbook definition of in love with you." *** Jazz Red has had a life full of love; his parents taught him how to value himself, his siblings taught him how to stand up for what he believed in, and his family has taught him what it means t...
