#jaspern

Jas: What’s the point of hiding it? That would imply that we’re ashamed.

"Mm? Well, only if you care to keep it that way. To Kam and I, it's not that big of a deal if people know. We have a healthy relationship, and we're both happy and comfortable, so...it works for us."

The tight, heavy air she’d been feeling around him dispersed little and she sighed in relief, happy to see that pun do something for his mood. 

As he pulled her close, she twisted slightly so that she could kiss him over her shoulder, one hand on his as it rested on her stomach, the other raising up to brush his cheek.

That someone wants trouble. He definietly would not mind some trouble if it’s from Alli.

“I-if I give you trouble, are you going to punish me for it...?”

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“Alli!” Jas called with relief when he saw her from a little ways away. Making his way over to her until he realized what section she was in and stopping in his tracks. Face reddening a bit as his gaze fell to the lingerie that she was looking at. “Ah...I...sorry, I’ll leave you to it.” And then a moment of hesitation before adding. “Not that it’s any of my business, but something simpler might suit you better. Anything more complicated would distract from you. And that would be a shame.”

Allisae looked up at the sound of her name, smiling at the familiar face until she took note of his flush and followed his line of sight to confusing strips of lace in her hands.

Muttered grumbles left the blond lips as they moved through the street, shadows pulled around them so humans would not pay attention to them. It would mean non-humans would notice more easily their presence, but at this point that might just be what Aeneas wanted.

They looked almost on a warpath, expression dark and mouth thin. Their aura of Death, however, was under a tight leash, faint. If one did not know who they were, they would pass as a demon, darkness mixed into their aura enough to cover most of it.

A tingle of familiarity coursed into their chest, and blue eyes darted to the side instinctively. A slow blink was given as their steps slowed, then lips formed a small smile as their expression lost the dark edge a bit.

The worry was still shining in their gaze, though.

Aeneas did not usually show where death occured, almost ironically. Death, natural or not, still happened without the blond needing to act. They could, technically, and sometimes they did; but the fact remained that beings existed for this job.

So the Incarnation of Death should not remove work from reapers, especially as like their fellow Incarnations, they would rather not broadcoast they did exist. That Death itself, the source, the core, was sentient.

But sometimes, Aeneas did sense a death would occur soon, and the same senses were telling the Incarnation that it could be prevented. Quite a few people, in fact, had different, possible deaths. In a sense, it was like a judgement marked. Shall this soul be allowed to live this life longer? Or shall this be their death?

Usually, reapers did not know all the deaths, or did not notice this kind of case. Sometimes, fate had reapers find a person that might die though, and this was enough for fate to say death should happen. But most often, when Aeneas themselves ended up choosing whether or not this soul should die, either personally or from afar, the blond should have free room. To have reapers come only after they marked the soul to die soon, if it was its fate.

So when Aeneas unmarked the death, the human oblivious to the death they avoided and instead feeling lucky they didn’t cross the street right away, avoiding being run over; the blond did not expect to turn and have a sudden knowlegde they had messed up.

Because now that they weren’t focused on the mortal soul, Aeneas’ senses picked a strong aura of death, blue eyes immediately finding the reaper that emitted it. Their eyes widened slightly, not quite panicked but certainly unsure, and then the blond tugged their hood down, starting to move away.

However, their path was obviously leading to an alley, where less people went by, and Aeneas was not going fast enough to be seen as escaping. It had tempted them, just vanishing; but they knew it would create troubles.