“Everybody dies here, it’s just the rules.”
“That may be true,”
Jet Star sighs, stepping to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans his shoulder against Ghoul’s, not pressing too hard into his personal space. Jet looks up at the ceiling.
“We will die eventually, and probably sooner rather than later, too. It’s the rules, that’s the life we chose. But...”
He takes Ghoul’s hand into his, and lifts it up to his lips. There’s a sincerity in his expression that shines even through the dimly lit room. Jet kisses Ghoul’s hand, and holds it close to him.
“But tonight, fuck that. No rules, no dying tonight. We’re goddamned immortals tonight, Fun Ghoul, alright?”
Jet uses his free hand to hold Fun Ghoul’s face, and gently pulls him into a deep and slow kiss. He closes his eyes, focusing on Fun Ghoul and only Fun Ghoul. He pulls away, resting his forehead against Ghoul’s, and he licks his lips, swallowing.
“We’re transcendent, Fun Ghoul. I love you.”
