"Oh, yes," Hakkai murmurs. In retrospect, he has -- some different feelings about what his aura had been doing during that flood; but he's never really had to discuss it.
"You were shining the first day we met," Jedao says softly. "You were shining with everything inside you. And I couldn't read it, then, but I wanted to." He strokes his thumbs along the bones of Hakkai's hands, doesn't let go.
"My sword is made of nothing but light," Jedao murmurs. "You can't even cut rope with it. It only exists to kill living creatures. It shines white and red and with the day and the hour of your death." An old Kel superstition, but it's the myth that matters, sometimes. "It kills, and it shines, and it belongs in my hand." Absolute certainty.
"Stars are death. They are screaming poison fire for billions of years. They might be one of the only things that could kill me. And they sustain everything that lives on this side of gatespace. And they shine and shine and shine." Jedao wets his lips for moment, before continuing.
"He didn't know you. He was dazzled and singed by...the idea of being really loved by anyone at all. I know you. I know how ferocious and ruthless and ragged and sharp you are. You are the murderer that you are. And that killer that I've known, all along, is all my shining stars. I'm a moth, Hakkai-shei. I belong with the stars."
"And you have every right to claim me. You're the only one who does."
Hakkai turns his hands in Jedao's grip as he speaks, so that he can tighten them around Jedao's, until his own bones feel as if they might creak from the pressure; he's silent until Jedao finishes, and even then, all he can manage at first is a soft sound, three-quarters breath and wholly overwhelmed.
"Being yours," he says softly, "is real. Being a husband feels like a lie, but I would lie to anyone else for you, Jedao-shei.
"I'm only afraid of... ever having to lie to you. So long as you know who I am...."
He leans forward, resting his forehead against their entwined hands.
"I love you," Jedao replies, and brushes a kiss against Hakkai's forehead after.
"I'm very glad you told me. And I don't want to scare you again, but I think you're dead wrong about not being a person enough to be my husband, and I'm going to be obnoxious about it, so maybe think about that before you apologize too much."
He's teasing, very lightly; his grip loosens too but he doesn't let go.
"It's okay if the person you are isn't sure about being a husband. If the person you pretend to be with for other people comes to the wedding, and we trick everyone and I steal your name and we fool them all. But my lover is a person, too."
"I know I'm enough of a person to be your lover," Hakkai says softly. "I'm -- enough of a person for myself, even, most of the time. But I've never been enough of a person to stand up in front of everyone and tell the truth."
Even before he was a murderer, he was always a liar. No one would have accepted him and Kanan if they knew -- and even the lie only let them be accepted on sufferance, because even if they weren't twins, they were still orphans and strangers. After... both youkai and human were a lie, after. His very name was a lie, even if he's grown into it with time.
"I'll give you my name," he adds. "That, you won't be stealing. But I'd still feel better about it if I could fight someone."
Then maybe he'd feel as if he'd earned the right to be heard.
"Tools just...tell you whatever they're told to tell you," Jedao says softly. "Animals don't speak at all."
Including moths, most of the time. It is not given to moths to speak, even though they can. He thinks of the silence of the rest of his swarm, the way Revenant explained it. About rank, about deference.
"It takes a person, to be a liar. You don't have to have told the truth, to deserve to be heard in the place where people get to talk. No matter what you say." Truth or not.
"And I love you just the same no matter what you tell everyone else. But I'll see if I can recruit anyone for you."
"It's not--" He struggles for a moment with description before giving up; he suddenly feels, intensely, as if he wants to be held, and scoots closer to Jedao until their legs press together.
"It's not that I feel I'm something else." Besides, of course, youkai. He's not an animal or a tool, hasn't ever felt like a specific different category. "It's that... that recognition, you talked about." Being seen as a person, validated as a person, by the great faceless mass of society rather than by particular people at a time --
"That's not something that's ever suited me." He's reached for it, for being a normal accepted member of a community, at times. He's had his fingers burned for it. "And it's... not something I can give myself. So."
So, he expects someone to deny it, is on edge waiting for the rejection that's inherent in the task of asking society to approve of him and of his love. He sighs out a breath.
"Don't recruit someone," he adds low and a little acerbic. "But if anyone does need to be fought, let me know."
Hakkai scoots in close, turning to nestle the wings of his shoulderblades against Jedao's chest.
"No, it wouldn't work. I want to fight someone who doesn't think we have the right to be recognized like that, but I do realize the pickings are slim."
He could tell them about Kanan, he supposes, and laughs, acid-sharp. Plenty of people wouldn't think he had the right to this if he did.
"It might be cathartic even if it's just symbolic, that's all. That's...I mean, that's weddings too, isn't it? It's a trick. You do the ritual and you count."
That's what rituals are for.
"I don't know, maybe I'm not making sense anymore." He wraps his arms tight around Hakkai's chest, perches his chin on his shoulder.
"But I don't need you to be someone who can ask for that, as long as...you're okay with me thinking you should get to have it, if you ever did want."
Hakkai chuckles again at that, more rueful and less bitter, and puts his hand over Jedao's on his chest.
There's no ritual that's enough to make them count if they don't. It's just... inviting commentary, on whether they do count.
But he can understand why it matters so much to Jedao if that's how he sees it. And he can understand why it doesn't have to mean he's seeing Hakkai as a different person than he truly is.
"Maybe I should just remind myself that we're doing this for us," he murmurs. "Not for them, not to give us the right to be seen. Just for us."
It doesn't give them the right, because to Jedao's mind - his strange mix of legal theory and the pragmatism of total war and his burning conviction that even very bad people are people, that manages to even include himself in the flickering edge of its light by sheer stubbornness, even though it's hard to feel the heat of it from there - they already have it. They have the right, so it's theirs to take, not anyone else's to give.
"You're doing it for me. And I'm doing it because...it helps me feel something I already believe. And also because I want you to make Shuos Jedao hold a goose."
Warm and wry. He gives Hakkai a little squeeze and nuzzles at his neck fondly.
"I do look forward to that," Hakkai admits. "I may have to give Gojyo a goose, too, for symmetry."
And because it will also be extremely funny, and it's something to hold onto the thought of. He leans back against Jedao, tilting his head to the side to accommodate the neck-nuzzling.
"Regardless of marriage," he says, low. "We do already belong to each other -- already, and always."
"I'm proving I'll brave belligerent waterfowl for you. And take care of you. Or something. I'll pick the second most ornery goose I can find," he promises.
Jedao kisses the same spot, then nibbles it gently.
"The most ornery being reserved for Shuos Jedao," Hakkai agrees, voice dropping to a throaty rumble. He lifts a hand to cup around Jedao's cheek, fingertips trailing along his cheekbone.
"You do take very good care of me. Even when I'm being irrational. Thank you, Jedao-shei."
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"Do you remember, the first time I saw you, the flood we were having?"
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"My sword is made of nothing but light," Jedao murmurs. "You can't even cut rope with it. It only exists to kill living creatures. It shines white and red and with the day and the hour of your death." An old Kel superstition, but it's the myth that matters, sometimes. "It kills, and it shines, and it belongs in my hand." Absolute certainty.
"Stars are death. They are screaming poison fire for billions of years. They might be one of the only things that could kill me. And they sustain everything that lives on this side of gatespace. And they shine and shine and shine." Jedao wets his lips for moment, before continuing.
"He didn't know you. He was dazzled and singed by...the idea of being really loved by anyone at all. I know you. I know how ferocious and ruthless and ragged and sharp you are. You are the murderer that you are. And that killer that I've known, all along, is all my shining stars. I'm a moth, Hakkai-shei. I belong with the stars."
"And you have every right to claim me. You're the only one who does."
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"Being yours," he says softly, "is real. Being a husband feels like a lie, but I would lie to anyone else for you, Jedao-shei.
"I'm only afraid of... ever having to lie to you. So long as you know who I am...."
He leans forward, resting his forehead against their entwined hands.
"So long as you know that, it's all right."
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I won't ever forget, he almost says, as though he didn't just forget for a whole week.
"I have never once been tempted to pretend to myself that I didn't. Not for a second." He knows, and he doesn't want Hakkai to be anyone else.
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Hakkai lets his grip loosen a little, just until it's no longer painfully tight, and brushes a kiss over Jedao's knuckles before he sits back up.
"I'm sorry," he adds, in a low voice. He does know when he's being ridiculous, even if he's not sure how to make himself stop.
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"I'm very glad you told me. And I don't want to scare you again, but I think you're dead wrong about not being a person enough to be my husband, and I'm going to be obnoxious about it, so maybe think about that before you apologize too much."
He's teasing, very lightly; his grip loosens too but he doesn't let go.
"It's okay if the person you are isn't sure about being a husband. If the person you pretend to be with for other people comes to the wedding, and we trick everyone and I steal your name and we fool them all. But my lover is a person, too."
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Even before he was a murderer, he was always a liar. No one would have accepted him and Kanan if they knew -- and even the lie only let them be accepted on sufferance, because even if they weren't twins, they were still orphans and strangers. After... both youkai and human were a lie, after. His very name was a lie, even if he's grown into it with time.
"I'll give you my name," he adds. "That, you won't be stealing. But I'd still feel better about it if I could fight someone."
Then maybe he'd feel as if he'd earned the right to be heard.
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"Tools just...tell you whatever they're told to tell you," Jedao says softly. "Animals don't speak at all."
Including moths, most of the time. It is not given to moths to speak, even though they can. He thinks of the silence of the rest of his swarm, the way Revenant explained it. About rank, about deference.
"It takes a person, to be a liar. You don't have to have told the truth, to deserve to be heard in the place where people get to talk. No matter what you say." Truth or not.
"And I love you just the same no matter what you tell everyone else. But I'll see if I can recruit anyone for you."
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"It's not that I feel I'm something else." Besides, of course, youkai. He's not an animal or a tool, hasn't ever felt like a specific different category. "It's that... that recognition, you talked about." Being seen as a person, validated as a person, by the great faceless mass of society rather than by particular people at a time --
"That's not something that's ever suited me." He's reached for it, for being a normal accepted member of a community, at times. He's had his fingers burned for it. "And it's... not something I can give myself. So."
So, he expects someone to deny it, is on edge waiting for the rejection that's inherent in the task of asking society to approve of him and of his love. He sighs out a breath.
"Don't recruit someone," he adds low and a little acerbic. "But if anyone does need to be fought, let me know."
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"Are you sure? I bet Zerxus would duel you about it if I asked. And you owe him anyway."
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"No, it wouldn't work. I want to fight someone who doesn't think we have the right to be recognized like that, but I do realize the pickings are slim."
He could tell them about Kanan, he supposes, and laughs, acid-sharp. Plenty of people wouldn't think he had the right to this if he did.
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That's what rituals are for.
"I don't know, maybe I'm not making sense anymore." He wraps his arms tight around Hakkai's chest, perches his chin on his shoulder.
"But I don't need you to be someone who can ask for that, as long as...you're okay with me thinking you should get to have it, if you ever did want."
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There's no ritual that's enough to make them count if they don't. It's just... inviting commentary, on whether they do count.
But he can understand why it matters so much to Jedao if that's how he sees it. And he can understand why it doesn't have to mean he's seeing Hakkai as a different person than he truly is.
"Maybe I should just remind myself that we're doing this for us," he murmurs. "Not for them, not to give us the right to be seen. Just for us."
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"You're doing it for me. And I'm doing it because...it helps me feel something I already believe. And also because I want you to make Shuos Jedao hold a goose."
Warm and wry. He gives Hakkai a little squeeze and nuzzles at his neck fondly.
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And because it will also be extremely funny, and it's something to hold onto the thought of. He leans back against Jedao, tilting his head to the side to accommodate the neck-nuzzling.
"Regardless of marriage," he says, low. "We do already belong to each other -- already, and always."
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"But yes." Jedao presses a soft kiss to his neck, behind the hinge of his jaw.
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"Well, so long as I get to watch him try to wrangle it, then."
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Jedao kisses the same spot, then nibbles it gently.
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"You do take very good care of me. Even when I'm being irrational. Thank you, Jedao-shei."
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"Thank you for letting me take care of you," he adds, more softly, intimate enough to be for Hakkai's ears only, even if they were in a crowd.
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And vulnerable, and in need of care.
He turns half-around, towards Jedao enough that he can find his mouth for a soft, slow kiss.
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