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"Scar" Sequel [Oct. 4th, 2011|11:20 pm]
Azazel & Riptide's Kingdom


[Current Location |The kitchen island]
[Current Mood |anxiousanxious]
[Current Music |"Peace" - Apocalyptica]

Title: Untitled (For now)
Rating: M
Warnings: Mention of violence some might find disturbing.
Disclaimer: I have no affiliation with the Marvel universe, or the characters used. I profit in no way from the use.
Summary: Azazel is not the only one with scars. Riptide has plenty of his own, external and internal.

A/N This is a sequel to the prompt about Azazel's scars, in which I try to give some back story to Janos' as well. It was inspired by the idea of Riptide drawing, of all things.


“What are you doing?” Angel asked, leaning over his shoulder.

Startled, Riptide, drew back, the pen in his hand going slack. Bored, he'd started sketching on the phone pad absentmindedly, and had failed to even notice her coming in the room.

“Hey, that's pretty good.” She picked it up, studying it. “Did you take classes or something?” He shook his head truthfully, and she frowned. “Seriously, is there anything you're not good at? You cook, you draw. Do you play an instrument?” The tone was clearly sarcastic, and he looked away, embarrassed. “Oh, you do, damn it. What do you play?”

“Cello.” He answered, and she huffed, tipping his sketch to the side.

“Did you do this from memory?” He nodded. “Huh.”

It was only a bare outline, the lines sloppy and jagged. It was Azazel, partly, the upper left half of his face, the beginnings of his knuckles, and the shape of a sword. Riptide had seen him in the stance not an hour ago, training, as he always did.

“How do you think he got that scar?” She asked thoughtfully, giving it back to him at last. Riptide shrugged, but the pride he felt was unmistakable. He knew how Azazel had gotten the scar, had been confided in during the early morning hours when it was just the two of them in Azazel's bed. It had yet to stop making him feel like an idiot of the happiest kind, that he had finally gotten Azazel, after all this time.

“Hey,” Angel interrupted his thoughts. “What's with the smile?”

“Nothing.” She raised an eyebrow, clearly disbelieving, but let it go.

“So, how come I never see you playing? You know, the cello?” She mimed the motions of a bow, and maybe it should have been funny, but for Riptide, it was like the room went cold.

“Because I do not play anymore.” He rubbed his knuckles unconsciously, the inconspicuous scars feeling like valleys under his fingers.

“Oh? Out of practice?” Her questions meant nothing, he reminded himself. She was only making conversation.

“Something like that.” He replied.

In his left hand, he could almost feel the bow, the neck in his right hand, as he played, beautifully, like he did everything. Music and art had come easily to him where every other subject had left him feeling hopelessly stupid.

Taking it from him had been one of their favorite motivators.

It had been so many years, truly, almost ten, but he can still feel it, the brick smashing down on his knuckles while Joseph had held him down. The months it had taken him to relearn the movements had been torture, and in the end, they had been worthless, because he had only had a week of beautiful playing before he disappointed them again.

He excused himself from the table, and went for a walk around the grounds, trying to get his head away from places it did not need to be. Azazel asking, after so casually disclosing his own stories, had opened up something inside Janos, releasing memories he thought were better off forgotten.

He could still hear Joseph, even now.

“Give me your hand Janos.”

“Janos?” He jumped, startled for the second time. It was Azazel though, striding towards him with a thoughtful look on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Walking,” He said, his heart slowing back down. It only sped back up though, when Azazel put a hand on the small of his back, already so sure of his welcome with Janos. Just because he could now, Janos put his arms around Azazel's neck and kissed him, reveling in the way Azazel kissed back.

“Hello,” Azazel said, when Janos drew back a hair's distance.

“Hello,” Janos replied, happy, so happy he thought his heart might burst out of his chest.

He pulled away, but Azazel let him loop their arms, so they could walk together. All thoughts of before, the darkness he preferred to shut away, dissipated into the cloudy sky, as he lived in the moment, this one where Azazel loved him and trusted him and kissed him. He loved this moment.

“Angel told me something, in the kitchen.” Azazel said, after they'd walked for a good half-hour, around at least a quarter of the grounds of the great old house Lehnsherr had found for them.


“She said you played the cello.” Janos nodded, somehow less uncomfortable with the hard subject outside, with Azazel. He liked Angel, but she was still a stranger. “Why do you not play anymore?”

“Because I do not.” Azazel stopped them, his hand taking Janos' and holding it up, running his tail over the knuckles.

“Something to do with these?” Janos snatched his hand away, and immediately regretted it. Azazel had asked before, and he had not had this reaction. He'd been able to stay calm. But Azazel asked now like he wanted to know the whole story, wanted what he had given so Janos so freely.

“Is complicated.” He offered, expecting Azazel to be angry. Azazel cupped his face though, and kissed him again, softer, gentler.

“I only asked. You do not have to tell me.”

“No, I,” He paused, and closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Azazel's. “I gave up. After the fourth time.” He did not need to elaborate on what that meant exactly. Azazel understood. “I just never tried again.”

“You could.” Azazel told him, threading their fingers together. “Instruments, they are easy to come by with me, yes?” Janos could have laughed.

Azazel was true to his word. The old house they were living in had a large room, half-glass, that had been some kind of sun room in its glory days. That was where Azazel left it for him, sitting in its stand, sheet music on another stand.

He played, like he had so many years before, until it came back to his fingers, the strings coming alive for him again, whispering to him where to press, where to slide the bow, to make the sweetest sounds.

Azazel was thanked, thoroughly.

“It is as Shaw and Lehnsherr say, I think.” Azazel mused, one night, as he pressed a kiss to the pad of one of Janos' fingers. “These humans, they will ruin the world for us. You cannot let them.”

“What do you mean?” Janos asked, confused.

“They cannot take away your joys, Janos. Or they win.” Janos frowned, before it became clear what Azazel had assumed. It pained Janos deeply to correct him, but a lie would still be a lie. And to have a lie between them would be a mistake, he knew.

“Humans did not do this to me, Azazel.”

“Then who?”

Janos burrowed into his side, taking comfort in the way Azazel's arm wrapped around him so readily now, protecting him from a world he could not help but hate, almost as deeply as Azazel did.

“My brothers.”

[User Picture]From: forgerness
2011-10-05 03:39 am (UTC)
"Just because he could now, Janos put his arms around Azazel's neck and kissed him"

I have to say, I really love the "just because" you put there.

And also I am glad there is someone there to love Janos. ;__; Thank you for writing this! Riptide is so sad here. I love the image of Janos playing cello, he would be awesome for that, and I thought it was an awesome use of Azazel's powers to go and steal one for him. And the ending - *clutches heart in a heart attack* AT LEAST he has Azazel for him, to love him. ;__;
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-05 03:51 am (UTC)
The ending was sequel bait. Because I have ideas now. Good ideas, I think. Yes. I will finish the "If I Fell" universe, then it will be time to play in this one.

It was an awesome use of Azazel's powers. He was just trying to make Janos happy. He knows when his guy is sad, even if he's smiling.

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[User Picture]From: rivulet027
2011-10-05 03:46 am (UTC)
This is so bittersweet! I love how the reveal takes time and Azazel understands that. Great imagery too. I could see all the converstions clearly.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-05 03:54 am (UTC)
Bittersweet is quickly becoming my specialty, I suspect. I'm glad you enjoyed the conversations. I try hard to make them seem like a real discussion, and often end up staring at the screen in frustration.
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[User Picture]From: maddiec24
2011-10-05 09:31 am (UTC)
*squee* I was so happy to find this first thing this morning! What a great way to start the day. And there will be more. That last line is killer! Love the image of Janos playing the cello -- that begs for fanart. I'm really loving all this h/c.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-05 11:43 am (UTC)
Well, it was just the thought of Janos drawing that inspired this. It turned into music, oddly enough, but I was listening to Apocalyptica at the time. I am very easily influenced.

I am enjoying writing it too. I had to set poor Janos as up as being pretty fragile. It will make sense in the end.
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[User Picture]From: megan_moonlight
2011-10-05 09:45 am (UTC)
It was absolutely wonderful ;_; Poor, poor Janos, I loved the bastory you stablished and the ending fits so well... I'm so glad Azazel was there for Janos <3 Their conversations were pretty much wondeul, too.

You did such a great job on it. Thank you for sharing! *hugs*
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-05 11:47 am (UTC)
Yes, poor Janos. I am beating on him rather badly, aren't I? Unfortunately, it's for the overall plot. I was very sad to do it, as I love him so, but it has to be done. It will make sense, in the end, hopefully.

You are very welcome, and thank you for the lovely compliments. (Lets herself be hugged)
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[User Picture]From: megan_moonlight
2011-10-05 05:44 pm (UTC)
Can't wait for more, then. I really enjoy your style of writing <3
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[User Picture]From: shar_bernadotte
2011-10-06 03:09 am (UTC)
I really like the image of Janos playing the cello. And Azazel procuring it for him.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-06 03:10 am (UTC)
Yes. He is a loving boyfriend, in his own way. He even knew to get the sheet music.
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[User Picture]From: shar_bernadotte
2011-10-06 03:22 am (UTC)
I think I need to go bed... For reasons unknown the phrase "He even knew to get the sheet music" is ridiculously funny. I guess Azazel does get the bonus points for the small things like that, hmm?
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-06 03:33 am (UTC)
If that line is funny, then yes, it is time to go to bed. And he does get major bonus points. Not many non-musicians realize that you generally need sheet music to play, especially if you have not played for a few years. For some reason, they think it's all in the memory. As though they could quote back a book they read a few times ten years ago!

Paying attention to the details = true love.

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[User Picture]From: shar_bernadotte
2011-10-06 03:49 am (UTC)
"Paying attention to the details = true love."
Indeed it is...
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[User Picture]From: ingu
2011-10-08 02:46 am (UTC)
Your writing. It's... just... so perfect. Your selection of words, phrases, the way you convey all the subtleties of emotion and intention... The brilliant characterisation, the beautiful dialogue... I am absolutely in love.
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-16 02:28 pm (UTC)
Thank you, that is very sweet. I love a compliment as much as the next girl. If you see anything wrong with anything I write though, feel free to point it out. Criticism is love too, after all.

I hope you like the next part too, when it goes up.
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[User Picture]From: ingu
2011-10-16 11:29 pm (UTC)
Haha, definitely. :) The problem is that I couldn't see anything wrong, thus all the ridiculous praise. xD I have to say though I've combed through just about all your a/r fics and each were amazing.
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[User Picture]From: realpestilence
2011-10-09 12:50 am (UTC)
I'm fascinated by the revelation that it was Janos's brothers who broke his fingers-that it was quite likely nothing to do with his mutation, but with his interest in art and music that drew their ire. I'm glad to see you're intending to continue this.

Janos is quite appealing and vulnerable here, and I love the easy way he and Azazel are fitting together. Confiding in each other and accepting that it IS a big step forward for them. PDA's, "just because". Taking a walk, arm in arm. Romantic and...idk, adult, if you know what I mean? Mature. They're not playing games, they're talking to each other honestly, sharing things, being open about what's developing between them.

~thoughtful face
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[User Picture]From: tane_the_insane
2011-10-09 01:10 am (UTC)
I'm so glad the relationship is coming off as mature. It's what I'm trying so hard to do here. I want them to feel like real people, a real couple, who wants to make what they have work. They are both old enough to know how to be with someone else, for the most part, and know what they want from a relationship. "PDA's, just because", hee, I think everyone has been there in a relationship, those moments where you look at them and just want to touch them so badly, no matter where you are. It's not sexual, it is just affection, love.

As for why Janos' brothers were cruel to him, well, there are lots of reasons for people to be hateful to one another, as we all know. Lots and lots of reasons, some which are very plot important and would be spoilers. Hopefully you will like it when it all comes together.
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