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âYou missed the point.â He said flatly, once again absolving them of the need to debate this particular subject. âI donât want to fuck anyone but you.â At this point, he felt like he was repeating himself, but maybe it was from another conversation, one had when the pair of them were still young, and ultimately far stupider than either would ever admit to now. That had always been the point with him, though.
Rune, and his people were hardly the vision of monogamy when it came down to it. He wasnât raised to feel the way he did about the other, the deep roots of said emotion making it an entirely different situation than any other he had before. It was as if their relationship would always hold the trump card, the beginning and the end, and as long as he had that one in his hand - he never felt the need to draw any more.
He eyed the way arms crossed, before allowing steely gaze to lift to observe the mans face for a minute. It was still just this side of surreal, the way he could still remember ever single line, the way his emotions always took hold of his features. He was expressive in so many ways, ways that the Viking never would be, never could be, really. âBut, if you would prefer to continue.â He shrugged broad shoulders, rethinking the entire thing now that the argument had been raised.
Instead of finishing it, heâd leave it open ended for now. Perhaps it was a threat, or maybe it was more of an observance. After all, if thatâs what Jaxon really wanted, he would have to come to the realization that, that meant he would have to deal with that particular street being walked both ways. Somehow, he was betting that wasnât such a bright idea of an offering.
It was his turn to turn his back now, stepping towards the fridge before the door was pulled open, larger frame dipped a little bit, thinking about taking a beer from the shelf but then deciding against it. As it were, they just didnât brew things like they used to and he could always, always taste it. A moment was taken, before the door shut again, and instead he invaded Jaxonâs space, reaching to grab a bottle from the shelf about his head once the door was opened.
Quite the contrary, Jaxon was fine with admitting he could be incredibly stupid now, or anyone around him could, wisdom with age was a flawed concept and not one he put much faith into since age had only really made him more scattered rather than composed. If that was supposed to change, to suddenly click in with some outstanding shift in personality that granted him wisdom? Jaxon hadn't reached it yet and with a few hundred years behind him clearly he was due for it, but as it was he remained much the same in that, emotions running far too high and demanding too much of his attention.Â
What experience had given him though was choice, awareness and more of the world to see, more of himself to understand. And while he'd always had a notion that the constriction of affection in the ways his parents saw it, under the rule of church laws, wasn't exactly right he knew it wasn't always the opinion everyone had. People made up his life and had specific parts in it, none were easily replaced and some of them were physical; it was precisely the reason Jaxon had never made any claims to dating or relationships after Rune's death because there wasn't going to be anyone else like that in his life and he wasn't going to let others think so. But everything had a balance to it, Rune was impossible to replace, that also had to come first though and other people couldn't. A few hundred years was a long time to wander, it would be no easy habit to curb, but maybe that was just part of it all.Â
"No, I wouldn't. You decide what you want but you're right, for me it has to be this way." If nothing else Jaxon was hellbent on proving it to himself that he could put that aspect of his life aside if needed, or wanted, maybe it came down to want. His sexuality had always been a wayward one, multiple partners had been the norm and each held importance to him, but they were never going to be Rune. He couldn't, from knowing how sometimes it was complicated even explaining how different held different roles in a life, dismiss Rune's questioning. He didn't have to like it though, no.Â
Some of the tension was bound to fade, it had to burn out eventually and he was finally starting to reach the point. He cast a glance at Rune, slightly upward and it struck him as irritatingly humorous that, somehow, the man was taller than him. This was no unimpressive feet as Jaxon himself was taller than plenty of people and, still, the Viking bested him in height. He found it absurd, the stray thought, shaking his head over his own distraction and sighing. "It's annoying the fuck out of me that you're taller than me right now." Sometimes anger made no sense at all, clearly. "I don't even know why."














