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The Silence Broken
Part 01
How long had he been here? Minutes? Hours? Days even? Would the one he’s wanted to see for so long now even bother to show? Or would this be yet another day to pass him by where he would be robbed of the creature that had managed to take his heart, another day that he would have to return home from his given duties to an empty bed that he’d come to hate so…
It had been months since the white haired Demon’s wounds had fully healed and he’d decided to leave both himself and Heaven’s Gate behind. Fuan had hated it, hated the very thought of setting Jenova free because he’d feared that once he’d left, it would be for good and because of that, he’d never be able to look into those flawless red eyes again. But the strain on his body had become too much; the constant use of old magick to keep the other man’s presence within the Heavens concealed taking its toll and leaving them with no alternative in the end. The parting had been short - no lengthy goodbyes, no indication that the Demon had even cared. Just a single look from those crimson depths that had never failed reach the deepest parts of him and the slightest traces of a calm smile laced over pale lips that had always succeeded in driving him insane before a flurry of shining, iridescent pitch colored feathers finally carried him away.
The first few days with Jenova gone had been the hardest for him as he’d found that he’d grown far more accustomed to the Demon’s presence than he’d ever believed to be possible. The nights soon became his enemy and the days seeming to delight in the torture each moment alone began to bring. Yet he was required to continue on, to present himself for duty and protocol with a mask of perfect beauty as if he were untainted by the sins of flesh and his heart free of the bindings love brings. He had done this… time and time again he’d done it despite how hallow and empty he’d begun to feel inside, despite the hole that had formed in his chest- a hole gouged forcibly out by a creature that shouldn’t even exist. And each new day with the other man gone only widened the gap to the point that it had become excruciating to return to his home only to hear silence, excruciating to feel the emptiness and to his shame he’d soon found himself begging a god he wasn’t even sure existed anymore to be set free. To his shame he found himself cursing that same god for the continued denial.
It all changed though a few days prior when the silence had finally been broken and the very god he’d spent those long months cursing saw fit to show him mercy. Out on patrol that voice that flowed like water finally reached out and touched him, commanding him to come, that the time was finally right and everything he’d been longing for since the moment they’d parted would finally come to pass. So here he was, forsaking everything that he is and simply waiting for Jenova to come to him as he’d promised; waiting for him to show. But with every second that passes where he remains alone, the hope and excitement that had sprung up after the initial contact continues to fade. With every moment that he stands before this waterfall in a clearing the other man had sealed specifically for him, the hole inside of his chest expands and the bindings that wrap his heart squeeze tighter and tighter, hurting him on levels he never even knew to be possible before this day.
A strong gust picks up, the wind blowing long layered strands around him and Fuan’s eyes slide shut as he takes a deep breath in. What has become of him since this all began? Why was he so willing to throw away his dignity and his pride? He’s risked so much, sacrificed everything and for what? To become the plaything of a creature he should have killed the moment he laid eyes upon him… how could he have ever entertained that possibility? Why hadn’t he done what he’d been born to do all those months ago? What had stayed his hand? Surely if he had, he’d have been saved all this torment and pain... What a fool he’s been, to drop everything and come running the second the other man called for him as if he were nothing more than an obedient dog.
Silver eyes snap open as a look of anger quickly begins to grace the Angel’s beautiful features. Anger at himself for his foolishness, anger for the heart that had begun to break, anger at the tall pale Demon with snow colored hair that had snared him in the first place. He wouldn’t do this any more, he simply would not. For months he’s yearned to be graced with Jenova’s presence once more, and for what end? To be taunted by the promise of relief before being lowered to the point of despair. His brother had been right, he’d fallen and he’d fallen far.
Turning around to rid himself of the scenery before him, his movements come to an abrupt halt and the very air hitches in his throat as he’s met with the flawless gaze he’d nearly given up on a moment before. Red eyes lock with silver and the Angel finds himself once again so easily caught, unable to move for fear that what stands before him could be and illusion easily broken instead of what he needs so desperately to be real.
He hadn’t believed that the Demon was capable of becoming any more perfect than he’d remembered him to be, that is was possible for the features gracing that tall, muscular frame to refine themselves any further… yet here before him stands a creature whose beauty not only surpasses every single being living in the Heavens, he grinds them all utterly into dust.
“You came…” Fuan whispers before he can stop himself, his disbelieving tone laced in obvious relief.
The slightest hinting of a grin cracks at the corners of his mouth, and the very edge of a white brow arches up. “That I did… this One is capable of truth when it is suiting… though…” Jenova’s eyes narrow only slightly. “It does not appear you had much faith so perhaps I was mistaken…?” smirking softly he turns around, the taller man only managing to take one step away before the Angel calls out to stop him. The smile painted on pale lips only widens and he tilts his head back in the slightest to peer over a broad shoulder. “It is… pleasant to find that you have changed little during the time we have been parted… so quick lower yourself and chase after one so far beneath your station, General.”
And there is was, those mocking words the Demon was so skilled in delivering, the condescending tone in his voice that had without fail always managed to strike him straight to the very core of his heart and wound him deep within. Curling his fingers back and the spell suddenly broken, anger once again flares hard inside and seconds later he’s in movement, blind to anything but the intent on wiping that smug smile off Jenova’s face. The Demon doesn’t move, he doesn’t even bother turning completely around until Fuan’s reached him and then in one movement faster than the Angel can even register, glass tipped fingers wrap harshly around a slender wrist and his body is ripped free of the ground. Silver eyes that had automatically clamped shut when his feet had gone from beneath him slide back open to find a cascade of white framing him and the amusement lacing that flawless gaze staring down from above enough to drive him absolutely insane.
“It is very pleasant indeed to find you unchanged hardly at all.” The Demon muses lightly as the claws of his free hand slip up to brush stray strands of silver away from Fuan’s line of vision.
The Angel’s eyes slide momentarily closed move while the taller man’s fingers cause tiny tendrils of electricity to spiral beneath his skin, full lips parting and the softest of noises slipping free before he quickly catches himself and frowns hard at the indiscretion Jenova had so easily elicited from him. “I hate that you haven’t changed at all.” He finally whispers soon after.
“Is that so…” the Demon grins with a quirk of an eyebrow as he pulls his fingers away. “Yet had I changed even in the slightest, would you be as enamored as you are now?”
“I’m not enamored” Fuan retorts a little too quickly for it to be truth. “So don’t flatter yourself, Lower.”
“Oh..? Are we so swiftly reduced to this status in those noble eyes of yours, hm?” Jenova smirks. “And so soon after forsaking your duties to come running the very second I calle-“
The mask of anger suddenly reforms on the Angel’s face and he swings up to strike the one holding him before the sentence can be finished, finding seconds later that his impulsive attempt to stifle the Demon’s words with his fist had once again been thwarted by a firm grip around his fingers that causes him to wince a little in pain.
“Why must every word that comes from your mouth be poison?” Fuan says through gritted teeth.
“My words are no more poisonous than that which are said to me…” Jenova says simply as he eases his hold keeping the Angel’s hand at bay.
“I really do hate you.”
“You do not.”
And this they both knew was nothing but the truth. He didn’t hate this man; he couldn’t in any way shape or form bring himself to hate him. He loves him; with all of his heart he loves him and no matter how infuriating he could be, or how hurtful the words that come from his mouth are, there simply was no room for hatred inside of his heart. There was only passion, unbridled and fierce, a whirlwind of emotion and desire that goes against everything that he is and everything that he will ever be. He should feel shame for it, but as tapered fingers slide up and tangle harshly into long strands of snow colored hair to pull the Demon down so their mouths can meet for a rough kiss that’s laced with months of longing and need, he knows he cannot. Not now, and never again in the future.
Because this man has replaced his cold and sterile world with a blazing fire and a life he’d not thought possible and turned all that he is upside down. Because before he’d realized it, this man had become his everything, an everything he would sacrifice it all for and one he never plans to lose again...