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The scientist had passed out at some point. Not certain when this had happened, until he'd slowly opened his eyes to see the lights being dimmed down and all else being turned down low. A soft stir and a hum leaves the dark haired man, turning slowly to see the outline of his lover's form. A quirk of the lips is given before he reaches out, gently grasping the other man's wrist in his grasp.
"C'mere." Jotaro slurs slightly, a gentle tug is given until Tsuzuki finally relents. All the Joestar wanted was cuddles, that was it. He'd missed the shInIgamI while away, missed the warmth the other man provided - not that he needed it, but Jotaro was so used to feeling another body beside his own.
their relationship blossomed over time, slowly, not that he minded. His relationship with his ex-wife had been rushed on both of their ends, and this wasn't something that the Joestar had been willing to rush at all. Once Tsuzuki had been settled beside him, the ravenette had taken to nuzzling against the brunette's shoulder. Strong arms curl around the slender waist and held him closer. "Stay." Was all he whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to Tsuzuki's cheek. He wouldn't have this moment any other way, if he's honest.
Not second chance has been expected in death. For a long time, his Shinigami role was seemed like a crushed blessing, in which as much he was allowing to becoming a better man, to experiencing everything he didn’t managed to have once he lived such as merely been accepted though these purple colours that generated so much self-consciousness on him, it turned perception of his nature as something further tragic. Nothing about his presence would bring desired lightness in middle of the human world. It was had been an overwhelming responsibility he wished Hisoka-kun remained spared of, regardless of him picking that kind of alternative, wishing to gain revenge, wishing to get knowledge … in which, it has been thankfully some meetings that transformed that dramatic perception inside something happier, eventually. Most likely afterwards experiencing how much Purgatory’s fire, that desired miracles from beings like them, was another dimension of inescapable torture in which the fire would never end, in which the suffering would never truly be finished, in which they were wrapped into another circle. Purgatory’s witches were allowed to the happiness of existence, nevertheless, wrapped into the price of their own tragedy, inside a dangerous crossroads of dimensions. As much during these horrible remembrances when one Terror inviting themselves in middle of the Enma-cho without asking permission beforehand has been inviting during this time, threatening many unsaid personal terrors inside themselves, remembrances about Kazutaka-san fated away, replaced by another perception of circumstances. Within time, when the hanging terror left by the Witch of Illusions allowed to disappear, which has been taken a big deal of a good time for him afterwards almost been literally destroyed emotionally on the spot --- almost, considering everyone else has been, and part of him still cannot forgive he did enjoy what could be explored with Hisoka --- realization slowly came it was merely imaginaries terrors that keeping him at bay. If whatever information needed to be told about their main issue regardless, Hades-sama never expressed one word about it. Self-consciousness concerning his own eyes and his own nature, that delicate truth rarely spoke openly, met reflective Lelouch’s gaze --- in which, from time to time, taking news about how the Witch of Illusions was enjoying himself with an informant meanwhile chaotic circumstances happening in Ikebukuro appeased tension he might feel. Somewhere, it was taken as a good opportunity for them to having a conscious eye upon one of their targets, as it was all depending of his good mood for getting news of a Shirou Kamui that remained discrete, in which he could help with circumstances strings about Hijiri-kun.
Habit to have an own home that didn’t belonged to the afterlife, sometimes, generated a kind of innocent smile under his features, as he seemed looking a kid rediscovering something that has been stolen from him, inside a perception neat as new. Work has been low since a long while, which was something he didn’t mind. Best they could, they still tracked down this angelic doctor, inside slight hope to anticipating an next move instead to wait one more tragedy they would need to face, in which it was rather an desire of their part to understanding scale of his actions --- one manner to eventually push the God of the Underworld, who had played along as an shadow that could easily be misunderstood as his accomplice, to confessing couple of further truths … Hisoka remained yet under emotional supervision, as emotional damages left by the kid transformed him, in which, beyond a desire to becoming stronger, there was that remaining fear to becoming another fragment of the Witch of Illusions. He preferred not to think about himself, since mental wound left by him will haunt him for a long while. He had no desire to becoming one of these demons, these descendants of darkness that caused harm, as he had enough taunting memories about that already, and simply didn’t want to be pulled under same category, regardless if he was already dead. How bloody his hands were, there was awareness Illusions themselves would enjoy anything for tormenting further his mind, in which given reflection terrorizing him at the idea.
When Jotaro-kun has been crashing out of tiredness when he showed up, there was been a slight compassionate and affectionate smile, in which silent observation didn’t wanted to bother him. He has been missed for a long time. Gratefully, he evolved enough even since their relationship on themselves started. Before, sudden absence of his lover’s presence would have caused self-doubt and heavier self-consciousness, in which depressive sentiment would have overcome him, would have been another disaster into his job. Oh, he wasn’t as perfect it didn’t happen. Sudden absentminded in middle of his work, refusal of usual sweets he usually jumped around, sadness moods in which he was doing his best to embracing correctly, he suffered all of it … but he waited, instead to self-complaining about own heartbreaking of his own heart. As there was that immediate refusal to been perceived, to experiencing once more, a complete disastrous state, in which despair would have taken everything about him, in which a deadly melancholy would have taken his body … He never forgetting these sincere ocean eyes wrapped of destructions, wrapped into an indescribable despair with the Witch of Illusions --- as reality behind his illusions.
Nevertheless, he didn’t want to imposing himself neither his emotions. As he never did, even since they started their relationship, even since these feelings happened. He was doing everything he could for not becoming a burden once more, in which becoming one second like the kid, reflecting one second the Witch of Illusions remained an fear that wanted to be escaped. As he heard wish of his presence, another affectionate smile wrapped him, in which understanding of the message was present. He couldn’t pretend he did sleep since last time they see each other. He didn’t. Not a big deal for someone dead, able to live a little with his conscience once alone, and yet, remaining scared about terrors he would experience in darkness. At the second Jotaro-kun settled down against him, there was an amused smile escaping his lips, as himself has been missing the sensation, and didn’t know how to ask it. ❝ I’m not going to leave. ❞ He reassured, blushing when he received a kiss of his cheek, returned it, before give him another one of his forehand and a smaller one on the lips, because it has been too long. ❝ I missed you beyond words can describe. Work is complicated sometimes, isn't it? We have each other now. ❞
