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[eternal_boy]

See Nick.

See Nick angst.

Angst, Nick, angst.

See Dante.

See Dante be the only bright spot of happiness in the dark, cold, and lonely eternity that stretches out before his master like a death sentence written in morose, never-ending iambic pentameter.

Tinycute, Dante, tinycute.

See Nick at Bar.

Drink, Nick... drink.

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[i_am_not_honey]

Ow, iambic pentameter.

See Janette approach.

Approach, Janette, approach.

See Janette's "wine".

"Wine," Janette, "wine."

"Vous obtiendrez une douleur d'estomac," she says, sipping from her goblet. At least she doesn't need to drink wine, here.

[eternal_boy]

He raises an eyebrow and holds out an arm. He's hoping she'll join him.

[i_am_not_honey]

Of course she joins him. Fluid, her goblet set aside, she goes to him.

"You look absolutely dreadful."

[eternal_boy]

And he wraps his arm around her, holding her with a bittersweet smile.

"Tell me something I don't know."

He holds up his hand.

"It's very strange, you know. To be... what we are and yet not."

[i_am_not_honey]

"You are also still Nichola', no matter whether you're... his or not."

She sighs, the backs of her fingers tracing into his palm.

"Is it so different?"

[eternal_boy]

"Somewhat. I... feel different. It seems different."

He looks down.

"I can no longer fly as we can."

And she has to know how that hurts. It had been his greatest joy to fly.

[i_am_not_honey]

Her eyes darken.

"J'suis désolé."

She looks around, as though there's an answer in the room to lift Nick's angst woe melancholy debilitating sadness.

[eternal_boy]

The puppy paws at her shoes.

"I'm... it is my own fault."

[i_am_not_honey]

Puppies help lift debilitating sadness!

"Everything is, Nichola', if you have any say in it."

She gives him a soft look before kneeling down to pick up Dante.

"And it isn't. You did not hurt yourself."

[eternal_boy]

"No..."

He sighs.

"But I..."

He doesn't even know what he did. Other than be a monster.

[i_am_not_honey]

"But you're not."
you're free
She knows what he's thinking. At the bottom of it all, the baseline, it's always the same.

[eternal_boy]

"I've got enough proof to the contrary, Janette. Enough... graves to the contrary."

[i_am_not_honey]

She sighs.

"And they will always be there. But there is a point where you cannot atone for your past anymore. And you are not the same as you were," she says, her black-lacquered nails sliding against his palm, to slide fingers through his. His glassy nails against her pale skin. "You have a greater chance to be what you want now, because we have no bond now but one we choose to have."

[eternal_boy]

He shakes his head.

"No, Janette. Whatever blood may say..." And he leans forward to kiss her cheek, "you are always my sister, my wife, my lover and above all, my friend. Nothing can change that."

[i_am_not_honey]

"Don't make me maudlin, Nichola'," she chides with a soft smile. "My Nick."

She squeezes his hand a little tighter, the other one being used to hold Dante up.

[eternal_boy]

He smirks, just a little.

"A position I am..." and he holds her tightly, "quite happy to fill when you desire so."