Mason Johanson Is a Falling Star (mutinous) wrote in repose,
Re: Church: Janus/Mason
Twin curls of smoke trickled out through his nostrils as Janis tugged at her smooth blonde curls. He had never asked about the blonde, not once. He was curious, but had always assumed that, if there was an explanation for Janus requiring her, it would out. He had his own theories, but he didn't pry. Having a mystery or two around was entertaining, even if the real answer might very well be simple. He knew the hearts of human beings well, the things they wanted, but they could still surprise. Once they were dead, things grew more complex.
Mason watched with the critical eye of a spectator observing an artist at their work. When it was done, and Janus was done reweaving himself, he smiled. Pleased, maybe even proud. "You have gotten smooth," he said, bringing the cigarette to his lips again.
Well, perhaps he couldn't resist after all. "Do you like this one or the blonde best?" he asked. It was all smoke and mirrors, really, once the soul and the body shuffled away from each other. It was possible that Janus was no longer attached to his original person. And he was curious, smoking and quietly sipping his coffee, keen as a biddy at Sunday service.