Who Jean-Auguste and Romeo When Christmas Day Where Jean's Batman Bedroom What Not Christmas things. A talk. More struggling and refusal to be with Romeo, Jean breaking down about Chess and Kay and his father Jules being in Hell, blaming himself for everything. Warnings Lots of struggle
(8:04:22 PM) Romeo St Clair: It had certainly been an interesting couple of weeks and far from uneventful for one Romeo St. Clair who currently sat upon the floor of Jean-Auguste's large and lavish looking batman decorated bedroom. He had no idea what day it was let alone the fact that it was Christmas morning as he sat hunched over, his attention fixed upon the lock he was trying to pick, using the post of one of Jean-Auguste's earrings that he'd down in a drawer. He'd already removed the police issued handcuffs from him right wrist and now his attentions were turned to the one on his left, the chain that had held them together broken and marked where it appeared to have been heated until weak and soft enough to break. There were dark circles that surrounded Romeo's eyes and a fresh, hospital grade flexi cast around his torso still holding his ribs together while they healed but he'd looked worse, in fact despite the obvious lack of sleep the young White Witch looked almost refreshed, the lines of exhaustion that has previously creased his face so suddenly for so long had vanished, hell, he looked five years younger.
(8:38:53 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Jean would know exactly what day it was though. So he showed up, war painted up, (he'd been in extra lavish paint since his father had been trapped in hell) and came in to check on Romeo. Even after mass injury it seemed Jean could still point out a person's downfalls in odd ways, "So, Mr. Fountain of Youth. How's the patient today?" after bursting in and catching him picking at the locks. "What are you doing?"
(8:50:32 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo jumped the moment he heard Jean's voice, quickly moving to slide his left wrist beneath his knee and out of view. "Nothing." He replied simply, a quizzical expression upon his features as he turned blue-grey eyes to the angel, a lopsided little grin upon his lips as he took in his appearance, he hadn't heard a single word from any of them since Jean-Auguste had told him that Chess Scott-Wilde had shot himself and if the quarter angel had sent him any word on details Romeo hadn't received it, his cell phone having been disconnected since he hadn't been able to pay his phone bill and he still wasn't sure if anyone had contacted the library he worked at, it had been a month now, and he felt terrible about not being able to go back to work or at least tell the old librarian there what had happened, it brought a sinking feeling to his stomach to think that he wouldn't have a job to go back to. "What's that supposed to mean? Fountain of youth? Did you hit your head?"
(9:08:46 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "Mhm yeah I bet." Jean said sitting on the edge next to him. "It has absolutely nothing to do with the dark circles around your eyes lately at all. I swear." But then Jean just laid right down like the whole world made him tired and he'd finally found a welcoming pillow. "Say Merry Christmas Romeo." He yawned and nestled his war painted self right in like he was moving in.
(9:19:41 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo still looked thoroughly confused as though he had not the faintest idea as to what Jean-Auguste was talking about, which of course he didn't but as the other moved to lay down beside him and the young Witch bit back the urge to ask him about Chess, not entirely sure whether or not his friend wanted to talk about it he instead turned his attention back to the half handcuff that was still on his left wrist, the skin surrounding it red raw and bruising as he went back to picking the lock with the back of the earring until he heard those next words and froze, looking up quickly. "What?" He asked before falling silent, looking toward the clock on the bedside table as though it would somehow shed some light on what day it was since Romeo had lost track of them a while ago. "..M-Merry Christmas..."
(9:32:34 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "Nothing." Jean answered like explaining more was a bother and all he wanted was to get curled up next to him. The conversaton at hand practically meaningless to him."It doesn't feel like Christmas." He added next. His father was trapped in Hell and everyone he loved all injured or souls lost to hell. Jean was quickly slipping into one of his darker states of mind. Depressive. Awkward. "We're invited to Kay's if you want to go. But, really Chess is not going to be Mr. Party Pants." His face always seemed a little black when he spoke about Chess.
(9:38:04 PM) Romeo St Clair: "I didn't even know it was..." Romeo replied quietly, feeling terrible and it showed on his face as he put down the earring he was using to get the handcuffs off and moved a little slowly and stiffly onto the bed, sitting beside Jean, his hand coming up to gently push some dark hair back away from his face and out of his eyes were they were obscuring Romeo's vision of them. "He's okay?" He asked, eyebrows raised in question, "He's alive...that's...good right? Are you okay? What happened? And sure, if you want, if the won't mind." There was something off about Jean-Auguste and Romeo couldn't quite pin what exactly it was, shouldn't he have been happy that his friend made it through? That he was alive? "Where have you been?" He wasn't asking to pry, the questions left his full pink lips out of concern it was just unfortunate really that once they had started he couldn't seem to stop them from coming out.
(6:00:33 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "Well it is, and it's good. As long as he heals." If anything really did remain permanent he'd never forgive himself ever. "I don't know if they really mind or not. I just know Chess said we could and Kay pretty goes along with whatever Chess says ... so yeah." He sighed and answered, "Just as Kay's." He wasn't lying. He stayed around Chess alot, invisible when Kay wasn't around, which was hardly ever. "Dad's in Hell..." He whispered without looking up at Romeo. "So he won't be here for Christmas."
(4:31:13 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo was still gently stroking the dark hair back away from Jean-Auguste's face and it took him a moment but he managed to manoeuvre himself to lay down beside him, ignoring the stab of pain that shot through his sides as he did so, it shouldn't have hurt so much now but his little tumble down the stairs that had led to a hospital visit and then a police visit while Jean was away had really thrown in him a bit of a loop. "What happened?" He asked softly, pressing a small kiss to Jean's smooth, pale cheek, right by his lips. "Is there anything I can do?"
(4:40:01 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "I don't think so" he sighed remembering all the chaos that ensued when he and Jacques went to hell for Evron and Atlas's sister. "I just have to think of a plan. I just haven't been able to figure it out yet. I don't even know exactly where he is. I keep wanting to ask Kay for more details. I just can't seem to do it when he's got Chess to think about right now. Maybe enough time has passed? But now it's Christmas. I don't know." Jean just simply hadn't been the same since the whole thing went down and really nobody was. It changed lives that day. His family, new sisters, were one daddy short. He just kept thinking about what Stacy told him, "My sister just keeps telling me to make Christmas special no matter what. Dad would want it that way. But, honestly I can't even think straight anymore."
(5:22:24 PM) Romeo St Clair: "I don't think Kay would mind if you asked him." Romeo replied softly, his thumb slowly stroking its way along Jean-Auguste's cheek bone, blue-grey eyes fiilled with worry as he studied the older male. "..Even if it is Christmas." He continued, squishing himself a little closer still, trying to coax Jean's gaze up and onto him, wanting to drag him as far as he could away from whatever dark thoughts he knew were already clouding his mind. "It'll be okay Jean-Auguste." He murmured out, speaking only in French as he pressed a kiss to the corner of the other's lips. "I promise."
(5:32:55 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "No it won't. You don't get it. He's there on account of me. And he's there because he's immortal. If did it to save my people. I shouldn't have needed his help and Chess would be dead right now if it wasn't for his help and he's the one stuck down there. WHY? Why doesn't God just bring him back up? Nothing's going to be ok. It doesn't matter that he's immortal and can't be killed down there. The longer he's down there the more he will change. I just know it. He'll not be the same when he comes back. Who knows what they're doing to him down there. The term fate worse than death is everything Hell is about Romeo. I know. God I just.. I just..." It all seemed to finally be snowballing out of Jean where he hadn't really let it all out before. "... I just... He worked so hard to get out of there. Way harder than me. It's like God keeps torturing him and giving me all the breaks." He felt cruel all of a sudden blaming God. "Jesus fuck it's just all my fault. I believe Dad's suffering because God wants me to learn a lesson, another lesson and the longer it takes me to figure it out the longer he's up a shit fucking creek." He'd obviously been putting a lot of thought into this.
(6:49:19 PM) Romeo St Clair: The more Romeo listened to Jean-Auguste the more he frowned, he just couldn't stand it, hearing the depression in the quarter angel's voice and knowing that he blamed himself for all of it when he shouldn't. He could understand it of course, where Jean was coming from and why he'd see it fit to take the blame and the responsibility of the situation, he was after all one of God's Angels and it was something that Romeo St. Clair would never forget, not for a single moment and so even as Jean half explained the reasoning behind his blame and guilt the young White Witch found that very hard to believe, he didn't know how Julian had ended up in hell or how it all tied in to Chess being healed after he'd shot himself but he couldn't believe it, not for a single second that Jean-Auguste was to blame for any of it and it hurt a little, more than his physical pain at that moment to know that no matter what he said or how much he tried to reassure the other, he would never believe him. Romeo just couldn't stand it, hearing him put himself down like that so despite the fact that movement hurt him right then, the young grey eyed witch rolled right over on top of Jean-Auguste and pressed their lips together in an almost violent kiss, hands rising up to cup both his cheeks as he did so, both wrists bruised and rubbed red raw, half a set of handcuffs still locked around and dangling from the left.
(7:39:25 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Jean-Auguste was in a depression, a deep seeded born from something dark within, something that was there long before he ever met Kay or Chess or Romeo. And he was so lost within the dark hole he was sinking in that the kiss startled him and he at first fought against it, his whole body cringing and struggling, then he just let go. Something in him cracked, broke. And he opened up to it. Invited it even wanting to feel everything good about it. He just wanted to feel good again. Something good. Anything good. And damn if Romeo wasn't something good he didn't know what was. The normal dominate personality even whimpered underneath it.
(7:45:00 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo felt him struggle and try to pull beck and even though the young Witch had him pinned, quite literally laying on top of him and for the briefest moment wondered if he should pull back, he didn't though and the more Jean-Auguste tried to cringe away from him the more fiercely Romeo kissed him, all tongue and teeth and force to the point that he was pretty sure he was bruising his own lips until he felt him cave and relax against him. He kissed him like that for a moment longer, his tongue exploring the still somewhat unfamiliar territory of the Angel's mouth, the taste of him making him shiver until he finally pulled back for breath, not that he managed to catch it before his lips moved to Jean's jaw and then his throat, sucking the skin he found there in between his teeth, the thumbs of both hands continuing to stroke along those flawlessly sculpted cheekbones.
(8:15:49 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: When Jean's lungs were finally given a chance to breath on their own again he wasn't sure he wanted to.His arms held on behind Romeo's back so tight it was practically squeezing the life out of him. It was almost frantic really, some grieving sobbing sound coming from him, letting all that he was bottling up so tight out, just a little bit, not feeling safe to do it anywhere so far but there. He pushed another kiss to his lips, but frowned out the last moment of it, holding back the actual tears and not letting them fall. He stuffed it down and then took his mouth again, able to lead a much more deliberate kiss. And when he pulled back to find those grey eyes he was learning kept being there for him, he just stopped. He stopped completely and just looked in them. No smile. No frown. Just eyes. So much was going through Jean's head, but nothing came out of his mouth. Eventually he just closed his eyes and swallowed as all the emotions became too much for him.
(8:23:09 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo didn't say a word, there was war paint smudged along his fingers from where they'd been stroking along Jean-Auguste's cheeks and there was black smeared across his lips from where he'd kissed the Angel's throat as he heard those strangled sobs try to leave him and when their eyes met he didn't look away, his breathing slow and just a little unsteady as he stared right back into those impossibly gorgeous coloured eyes. The grip Jean had on him put a pressure on Romeo's ribcage that hurt like hell but he ignored it because it didn't matter, nothing mattered if Jean was hurting, if he couldn't at least held ease it in any way that he knew how and as he watched those eyelids slip shut Romeo leaned in once more and pressed a few gentle and lingering kisses to the other's lips. "...I love you, Jean-Auguste." He whispered out softly, not caring if Jean didn't feel the same or if this wasn't what he wanted because to Romeo it was the truth and he wanted Jean to know that, to hear it.
(10:34:41 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: He heard those words in the dark behind his lids and he still didn't open them, but he shook his head yes to at least acknowledge Romeo was heard. His embrace loosened, but only a little. He didn't say it back. He just held on for a little longer. But he opened his eyes finally and got focused on some random spot on Romeo's neck line and stared there instead. His fingers came up and started to pet that small spot on his skin above his collarbone line. It took him a long time to finally say, "I'll never make you happy even if I loved you back."
(10:38:38 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo smiled softly, almost sadly when he noticed Jean wouldn't look him in the eye, he'd known this was coming, he'd known all along that Jean-Auguste didn't feel the same way about him or even if he did that the other wouldn't ever act on it but it still hurt, on some level or another it was like a stab to the chest and that soft stroke of fingers above his collarbone made it hurt even more. "I know." He breathed out in a soft sigh, not rolling off of the other just yet. "..And I never expected you too...I just...wanted to let you know."
(11:02:38 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Ouch. That sorta stung even though he knew it was true himself. It still hurt to hear Romeo knew he couldn't make him happy. There was something in him that wished he could. He just knew... he couldn't. It made him feel like more of failure. "I wish..." He shook his head. "... I'm just glad you told me."
(11:06:35 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo hadn't meant it like that, it was more of the fact that he knew that Jean felt that way and he knew how he felt too, Jean-Auguste was an Angel and Romeo was a mortal Witch, he wasn't deserving of an angel's affections and he knew it, he was damn lucky to have what he did so far with the other and even though he longed for more with every fibre of his being he wouldn't ever try and change Jean. Romeo wanted a relationship with one person and Jean had all of his friends whom he loved and had to love, there was so much love in Jean-Auguste that one person alone could not hope to contain or satisfy that, especially not someone like Romeo. "What do you wish?" He asked softly, blue-grey eyes looking sad as he stroked his thumb once more over Jean's beautiful cheek.
(11:23:03 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "That I could." He admitted in the softest tone ever which was followed by the shirk of his shoulder. "I wish I could." He even repeated it saying it a little stronger. He trie to sit up, like admitting that was just too much and he had to move from the situation. "We should go."
(11:24:55 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo didn't move from ontop of him though, now that he was down there it was going to be a lot harder and a lot more painful for him to get back up again. "That you could what?" He asked both sounding and looking genuinely confused, the expression he saw right there in Jean-Auguste's eyes worrying him. "Please tell me."
(11:30:42 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Jean resigned and fell back when Romeo didn't make it easy enough to get up. He wasn't going to fight with the guy. He simply looked up at him again. His hand stroked over the shell of Romeo's ear and his eyes bounced around the features of the witch's face. "that I could make you happy" he stated plainly.
(11:37:41 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo's eyes widened the moment he realized how Jean had taken what he had said and he shook his head quickly in response to the point that he made himself dizzy and had to blink a couple of times to right his blurring vision before he spoke. "No, no. That's not what I meant. You have no idea how happy I am to get to spend the time with you that I do. There's not a day that goes by that I'm not grateful for that I mean I know that's how you feel and it's okay because I...being with me would disappoint you..I know that, I've accepted that. You have a lot of love to give and I'd get jealous that I wouldn't be enough to fulfil that...I'm nothing special and you're an angel...that doesn't mean you don't make me happy though."
(11:58:55 PM) JudgeGatesofSyn: He listened intently to every last word of that and said only this back, "But, it's not what you deserve. I wish I could give you what you deserve. I just kind of wanted to be that person you deserve."
(12:02:59 AM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo smiled both softly and sadly when he heard that, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to Jean-Auguste's lips before he pulled back again and looked at him seriously, eyes searching his face. "I don't deserve you..." He whispered softly, so much hurt and pain shining in his eyes at that point. "You are amazing, Jean-Auguste, even if you don't see it. You shouldn't want that because you deserve someone that makes you happy, someone that compliments you in every single way imaginable, someone that makes you shine so bright it hurts to look upon you. I'm not that person...I wish I was but I'm not...I'm just...just a librarian with a past he'd still trying to make up for."
(12:12:20 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Now that just roasted Jean's buttons right there. "God damn it Romeo! Stop talking like that. Stop it right this instant. It doesn't matter what you think I see about myself. What matters is you're degrading the most important more wonderful boy I've ever met. And he's not JUST a librarian. He's the keeper of stories, of people thoughts and minds and imaginations and the words their hearts speak when trying to tell their tales. I swear to fucking God I will strangle you till those beautiful fucking grey eyes pop right out of their sockets and then what I am going to do? Are you stupid? Do you want me to go without your eyes? If so just tell me now because it's in those damn fucking eyes that I see compliments with every damn glance. Don't talk to me about who's good for who. (12:18:57 AM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo's eyes widened the moment Jean-Auguste started yelling at him, unsure of what it was he had done wrong until he really stopped and listened to the other's words and when he did he felt an all too familiar tug in his chest that hurt more than his ribs were protesting with his suddenly heavy breaths, his eyes swirling with so many emotions that he was struggling to keep up with them and recognise them himself but it didn't matter, all that mattered at that moment was Jean-Auguste and the things he'd just said to him. No one in all his life so far had ever told Romeo things like that, had never descriped him in a way that wasn't crude and didn't make him sudder with an ill feeling in his stomach. "Then why do you keep trying to take yourself away from me?" He asked, his voice welling with emotion he couldn't seem to hold back. "What are you so afraid of if it's not that I'm too plain or boring?"
(5:13:58 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: "It's never been about your looks or whatever all that is that just came out of your mouth Romeo." He shook his head. Jean was so frustrated it was about to drive him insane. He just had so many burdens he was carrying right then getting to the heart of his little forbidden romance here was just a little too much to handle all at once. His chest rose and fell like he was ready to have asthma attack in that jerky poppy sort of way building up more emotion his body just couldn't seem to contain. "I'm afraid of hurting you. I already have! oh my god. Look at you looking at me. Look at what you think of yourself next to me." He shook his head like it was completely painful to hear all the things that Romeo just said. "I haven't helped you at all. I've made everything worse again. I know I said I'm not your angel and not trying to save you and yadda freaking yadda but damn, I can't stand it. I can't know this. I'm supposed to make people feel better about themselves, not things like that. How in the world can do this?" God Jean was really tired of failing and fucking things up. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
I should leave before I make things worse. I don't think I'm meant to be here even if it all feels so damn good when I am." He looked so lost in trying to find the right words. "I'm not bringing you any hope. Like you told me that time talking about my wings. I'm bringing you down further. Giving you false hopes for things you don't even believe you're good enough for. Do you have any idea how much that hurts me?" He even clutched his chest with his hand squeezing with his fist. "Don't look up to me Romeo. Don't. Can't you see all I do anymore is fuck up people's lives if I stay in them too long? I have to keep my distance I have to only stay for short amounts of time. I can only choose those who want to keep their distance from me too. Who only want a certain type of love. Because if I don't ... oh God...
If I don't... I .... I fuck up everything Romeo. Not even on purpose. It's in my fucking blood. I know that's got to be it. Because I don't do ANYTHING... I never mean to. It just happens. I hear my Dad talk about it. About his damn father being in his blood even though he's an angel now. That the chaos will never stop unless that damn demon ascends too, because we're all connected. He's never going to Romeo. Don't you see? It doesn't matter how good I ever be. It's like a dark fucking cloud is going to hang over me forever and it's going to rain on anyone I stand near if I stay too fucking long. How in the world could I really do that to someone I loved? I can't. I fucking can't."
(7:44:02 PM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo listened to every single word, that frown that creased his brow and wrinkled the skin between them deepening only further the more Jean-Auguste went on, the more upset he became and the more erratic his breathing continued while Romeo smoothed his palms down over his cheeks, thumbs stroking his cheekbones, trying to calm him, trying to reassure him but it just didn't seem to be working. He loathed the fact that he'd made Jean so upset that he was the reason the other felt this way and it tore his heart apart into a million tiny pieces to hear this beautiful angel put all the blame upon himself as though he thought it was truth, as thought he thought it was the right thing to do. Knowing that made the young White Witch's eyes prickle with the spark of tears. "Please stop..." He whispered, his lower lip trembling as he pressed a soft kiss to Jean's lips, not getting up off of him just yet even though he knew he probably should have, he didn't want to make Jean upset by staying there, he didn't want him to feel like he was trapped but at the same time Romeo didn't want to move, he couldn't bring himself to move even an inch away from the beautiful young angel beneath him. "You're wrong and do you know how I know that?" he asked him softly, fingers still stroking along his cheeks, tracing the outline of his lips. "Because you were straight up with me from the beginning remember? We agreed that anything else that happened, anything else that I felt would all be on me. We agreed to that." He whispered desperately. "Look at me Jean..." He murmured, smiling softly when his own blue-grey gaze found that stunning azure. "It's okay...I understand. I didn't before but I do now but Jean...." he trailed off, fighting with his own mind as he searched for the right words. "You want to know what I like most about you? You want to know why I fell in love with you? ...It's because you're not perfect, at least not in the sense that one would expect of an angel. You make mistakes just like everyone...just like me and you have your wings to prove it...my perfectly broken angel remember? I know you probably don't want to believe it but...my life was chaos long before I met you, it always has been and babe..." Trailing off he held up his red raw and bruised wrist for Jean-Auguste to see, the one that still had the half of the police issue handcuffs locked securely around this. "You see this? You were away for what? Almost a month and I still managed to create my own chaos...to get myself into trouble. You didn't cause that. You didn't help me with that and this..." He looked down at his flexi cast covered torso. "Again was the cause of something that happened years ago, long before my perfectly broken Angel came into my life..."
(6:29:25 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Jean shook his head. He was starting to get upset Romeo didn't move this time. But only for a minute. He saw that spark of tears and he ached so hard inside. He didn't care about their deal. He thought he could be selfish enough to just go with that but emotions forced otherwise. "I was an ass. I tried to be straight up. But not straight up enough. It always worked before...before, before you." But then Romeo started to explain why he fell in love with him and Jean silenced completely and started to listen and didn't look like he was struggling anymore at all. He just looked like he did the very first day Romeo called him that, his perfectly broken angel. He listened about Romeo's chaos too, but didn't agree. He didn't believe that just because his life sucked like that that he should be adding anymore to it. But, he didn't say anything about that...at least yet. He laid quiet just looking up and letting his eyes wander about his favorite witch's face. "I'm just tired...of...I'm tired of being broken. The cracks hurt." He licked his lips and his eyes furrowed in not wanting to cry, successfully fighting it, but catching Romeo's eyes and not looking away.
(6:34:54 AM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo watched him closely, reading every single expression that crossed the angels eyes and wishing he knew what he was supposed to do now, he wanted to help him, he wanted to take away all that pain, all that fear and make it better but he was just a little witch who could barely use his own power. "Then let me put you back together..." He whispered out so softly that his voice was barely audible, his fingers still lightly stroking along Jean's cheek as he stared right back at him, swallowing back against the forming lump in his throat. He didn't know if he could manage it or even if Jean would let him but he could try, he wanted to try. He wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything.
(7:00:48 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: The dark haired angel with hidden bat wings and war paint finally had a battle that broke him. Broke him clean in half. He kept protecting his feelings when it came to Kay, but he was so busy and focused there, he forgot to pad up and he left himself wide open to Chess. He wasn't prepared for how quickly Chess spiraled. But, then again he wasn't used to the effect a demon like Caim could have on him either. Kay would never know. Chess would never know. Caim might not have been there directly helping pull the trigger, but the kind of influence Caim could be tainted the mind, even when it seemed he was pumping him up with good things. He fed Chess's idealism of Kay and it strengthened his need for Kay too. Jealousy and Pride were the emotions Caim practically fed from. He was skillful manipulative in his wording. What might sound like a pep talk of love would really be exactly what twists that sickness into some full blown scale explosive episode like Chess had. Jean kept his eye on Kay since the selling of his soul and slipped with Chess completely. Jean knew how demons worked, at least he claimed to. So, when he made such a mistake it was all the more reason to blame himself for not keeping a close enough eye, much less fuel the situation by confessing the things he did. He'd never see this as anything but his fault. Let me put you back together? Not even God said that. God taught Jean a lot of things about life being precious and why he's special. But never offered such a thing. "What if I'm not fixable?" He whispered this taking Romeo's words to heart, looking more scared than anything right then.
(7:17:17 AM) Romeo St Clair: Those words that were whispered back nearly tore Romeo in two and a few stray tears that he'd been fighting to hold back managed to escape only to trip down his cheeks as he watched Jean-Auguste. "Then at least I tried..." He whispered back, his breath shaking with every word, his hands moving to grip the sides of the Angel's face, holding him there, their faces only inches apart, he didn't know what thoughts were wandering through Jean's mind and even if he did he still would have refused to believe that everything which had happened was the other's fault. There was darkness in Jean but there was also so much good it seemed impossible that one body alone could possibly contain it all. "...And I'll still love you just you as much even if you're just held together with tape...let me fix you..." He whispered out again. "..Let me hold you together when you don't think you can do it any longer."
(7:31:10 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Jean let his arms curl in and scrunch up, almost huddling up more against Romeo. "I might make you a failure." he whispered as he buried his face against his neck trying to get closer again, even though the witch was right on top of him. "Hold me anyway? A little tighter?" Jean was weak. He couldn't do it. He was at one of his absolute lowest and he wanted help. He could feel himself falling apart even right then. "Please?"
(7:37:59 AM) Romeo St Clair: Romeo knew it was going to hurt and even when it did, even when it made his ribcage protest and his head spin it wasn't enough to stop him from wrapping his arms tightly around the Angel. his head coming to rest upon his shoulder as though in some way or another this would work, if he held on tight enough those broken pieces of Jean-Auguste might just melt and fuse themselves back together again. "I don't care if I fail..." He breathed out against the other's neck, his grip tightening a little more, one hand resting upon the small of Jean's back, the other at the back of his head. "It would be worth it, to fail time and time again if only for you to slowly start to see what I see when I look at you..."
(8:02:16 AM) JudgeGatesofSyn: Jean was hardly listening anymore. He was just letting himself feel held together. He needed it. He needed it then more than he ever had. His breathing seemed to slow and he just let himself be held for a long time. He didn't answer anymore. All he wanted to do was feel. "I don't like mirrors" He said eventually, an odd thing to say maybe. "I'll just keep letting you look at me. I see clearer when I look at you." He closed his eyes though. He closed them and started to smile this soft grin against Romeo's warm skin. He didn't really intend to move. He just wanted to be held a little longer.