"I have outlasted all desire." -Alexander Pushkin
chapter 21
Jazz purposely woke up before his god did, setting an almost silent alarm that blared a bright yellow from the corner of his room to do so, and spent almost half an hour trying to move Castor off of him to make sure he didn't wake him up.
Because he was always so warm and knew his star got cold without him, he made sure to get his comforter that had been kicked to the very end of the bed and to wrap it around him snuggly, seeing how he instantly turned into the warmth, mumbling something.
"It's okay, Star," The musician kissed his forehead, seeing how his eyebrows were coming together. "I'll be right back, okay? You can sleep more, it's safe."
Sighing, Castor did just that, looking adorable and peaceful with mint and seafoam surrounding him. Making sure the celestial was actually asleep again before he leaves, Jazz quickly writes a note to him (in case he woke up) to call him and that he'd be back soon.
He knows the celestial didn't sleep well without him.
He doesn't know why that is, but he's happy that Castor feels comfortable around him enough to not wake up with eye bags whenever they fall asleep cuddling.
Pulling on some sweatpants instead of shorts and a long sleeve over his torso, he makes his way towards his private kitchen and pulls a large picnic basket. Politely asking his cook to make some omelets (made how he knows the celestial likes them) and begins packing everything else up.
His pastry chef made strawberry cream cannolis with some vanilla ones too so he put those in there with a cold lemonade and some hot chocolate with cups, plates, silverware, and napkins. He also put in fresh raspberries, oranges, and strawberries.
When the cook got down, he packed the omelets too and thanked her before putting a lantern in there (it gets dark sometimes in different parts of Nymph's Creek) and took the basket back to his room.
Setting it by the door, he made his way over to Castor who just seemed to be blinking awake, lightning-strike gray eyes squinting over at him.
"Castor!" Jazz cheers, bending over to peck his cheek and decides to just kneel by the edge of the bed to be able to nuzzle his face into the celestial's shoulder, kissing the bare skin there in greeting. "How'd you sleep?"
"I slept..." Cas pauses, wrapping his arms around the musician's shoulder as he grumbles. "So good."
Dimples showing, he chuckles and replies, "That's good, also, you look so fucking adorable right now, Star. Your hair is everywhere,"
"My hair is always everywhere," Castor sighs, plopping his head down on top of Jazz's. "Nothin' special."
"I disagree, sir," Jazz nuzzles their heads together, moving up slightly to be able to hold the celestial back, both embracing the other now. "It looks very fluffy. Can I urm, touch your hair?"
"No pats," Castor said. "But go for it."
Quite happily, Jazz gently runs his hands through his God's hair, brushing his dark brown hair away from his lightning-strike eyes and ignoring the way he was being stared at. Focusing on the soft strands, he wondered how they got that way when he knows for a fact he doesn't use conditioner.
"What are you thinking about?" He hums out as the celestial's colors shift more from seafoam and sunflowers to emeralds.
"Not telling."
"Will you ever?" Jazz turns his mint down, able to meet gray with his own as he tilts his head. "I'd like to know, eventually. It's such a pretty color. And it makes your song um, happier I guess?"
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