Jazz Red's Anomaly

c h a p t e r. 19

"And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don't believe in magic will never find it." ― Roald Dahl

chapter 19

Castor was wearing a very see through white mesh tank top and he looked very gay, and very hot, and it was making the musician a bit warmer than necessary. Not only that but his usually messy hair was damp and combed through, letting more of his face come into view and he was downright gorgeous.

"Okay," Jazz chirped as soon as the celestial finished adjusting the strings of his shorts, having had no shame in watching the star do odd things around the room as he waited. "Cuddle time, sir."

Castor grunted something at him and it looked like a wiggling pear and Jazz could only giggle as his smile grew, opening his arms and letting the celestial climb right onto the bed and into his arms.

Though, he just straddled the musician, legs on either side of his hips as he rests back against the middle of his thighs, arms crossed over his chest as he looks down at Jazz, who smiles in a way he's sure looks goofy and shift under him to be more comfortable, hands coming up to squeeze his hips.

"What's my growl look like?" Castor asks, making Jazz flush just slightly.

"Do it for me and I'll tell you," He bargains.

Lightning-strike gray eyes narrow at him but he only smiles wider, dimples coming into play. Then they roll and a low, steady growl is coming out of his mouth and Jazz goes starstruck with how it looks.

Putting it simply, his growls look like a green supernova is collapsing into stardust.

"So?" The celestial prompts him. "What does it-- bit hot innit!-- look like?"

"Stardust," Jazz smiles at him. "This green that I've never seen anywhere else, too. It's ethereal. There's rose leaves and mint and sunflowers along the edges. But the sunflowers are just because you like me, t-they're not usually in your growls."

Castor pauses for a moment, obviously thinking something, before questioning, "Rose leaves?"

"Your squeaks. But also when you're relaxed, content."

"What about my anger?"

"It's like moss," Jazz shrugs, pulling his god closer to him. "But it's never without pine or basil, and it's not loud or wiggly."

"Pine and basil?" Cas blinks at him. "Wiggly?"

"Pine is when I noticed you're feeling protective and basil is your fear. I... I don't like when your song goes that color." The musician admits. "And with wiggly, like... hm, how do I explain this?" He runs his tongue over his bottom lip, feeling the snake bites as he contemplates. "Like, your song reaches out and likes to cover other's, and it likes to move with mine. They dance, it's odd but it's really cool to see sometimes, mine is such a dark color that I just learned to ignore it. But other than that, yours is usually just a calm thing or wiggles slightly when you're happy. Not like Dela's or Flynn's whose are constantly bouncing, like non-stop movement."

"Huh," Castor says, ears flushed slightly as he looks at Jazz's lips-- lips or snake bites? Probably snakebites. They were talking about green things and they're green, too. "What colors are theirs?"

"Fly's is silver, like Christmas tinsel and the bottom of cooking pans," He tells him. "Viv's is all purples, but sometimes she has blueberries."

"This is going to sound stupid but when you say blueberries--" He's interrupted with a small squeak. "--and rose leaves or sunflowers, do you actually see them or?"