Ambrose and Elliot Extra #4
Masterpost
Warnings: none
This takes place shortly after Extra #3
Elliot sat on a stump in the garden, staring at the wildflowers between his feet. His chin rested on a hand as he toed at the dirt.
Master Ambrose’s husband was back, and Elliot didn’t know how to deal with it.
Janus- Lord Janus? Master Janus?- was always there. Just… hanging around.
It used to be just him and Ambrose, but things were different now, and he didn’t like it.
Elliot sighed.
It wasn’t fair of him. Master was so happy, so light, and had seemingly forgotten Janus’s sins.
But how could Ambrose just forget about it? Janus had been gone for decades, leaving Ambrose lonely and depressed. It was cruel. It was mean.
And apparently Janus didn’t mean for it to happen, and was so sorry, and-
He knew they had argued. Or rather, Master Ambrose had shouted at Janus, and then-
Was that love? Forgiveness?
If he did something horrible, would Ambrose forgive him as easily?
He bit his lip. It wasn’t his place to be upset on Ambrose’s behalf. But Ambrose was more than his Master, he was his friend. His only friend. Elliot just didn’t click well with anyone else.
If Master couldn’t be angry at Janus, then Elliot would do it for him.
Elliot picked up a stick and began to poke at the dirt. At least the weather was nice.
Footsteps rustled the grass nearby, and Elliot could see Janus’s leather boots in his peripheral vision.
Elliot tensed.
“Hello,” said Janus.
“Hi,” he mumbled.
Janus didn’t say anything, and Elliot realized he had just been pretty disrespectful.
Elliot cleared his throat. “Sorry,” he said, straightening up. “Did you need something, sir?”
He looked up, and Janus tilted his head, searching.
“You don’t like me,” Janus said after a moment, “do you?”
Elliot turned back to the dirt. It wasn’t really a question. Janus would know if he lied, after all.
“Not- not really,” he said, mouth dry.
Janus did not move, and Elliot wondered if he was going to hit him.
“That’s fine with me,” the god said, “I don’t expect you to.”
“Oh.”
“Does that surprise you?”
“A little,” he admitted. “I didn’t think you’d be nice.”
Janus laughed, dry and brittle like winter grass. “Many would disagree with you there.”
“Well, nice to me, then. You don’t have to be. I won’t complain.”
Janus went quiet, and Elliot wondered why he came outside in the first place.
“What do you want from me?” Elliot asked, tired and resigned. “Just say it.”
Janus sat down next to him on the stump, and Elliot looked up in surprise.
“Ambrose is very fond of you,” Janus said quietly. “You make him happy. I don’t care what you think of me, but I’d like for us to be civil to each other. You won’t be asked to leave.”
“You left.”
“Yes. I’ll always regret that night.”
Elliot thought it over.
“For someone who isn’t nice, you’re doing it a lot.”
Janus smiled at him, wry and mischievous. “I didn’t say I wasn’t kind. And this is for Ambrose, not for you.”
That made sense. Janus loved Ambrose; he could see it when they looked at each other.
“Alright.”
Janus stood up. “I’m glad we understand each other.”
Elliot watched him leave the garden. Maybe Janus wasn’t so bad after all.
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Elliot knocked on Master Ambrose’s door, more nervous than he had been in a while. Usually he could just walk in after a nightmare, but things were different now.
Tears swam in his vision, and he wiped them away. He wanted Master Ambrose, wanted his comfort that always came without judgment.
The door opened, and instead of Ambrose, it was Janus.
They stared at each other, and Elliot silently pleaded with him.
Janus stepped aside. “Come on in,” he said.
Elliot followed Janus inside, miserable.
“Ellie?” Master said, putting his book aside. “What’s wrong?”
“I-” Elliot looked between Janus and Ambrose. “Nevermind. Just the usual,” he said, shoulders slumping. “I can deal with it.”
“Sweetheart-”
“I’ll leave,” interrupted Janus. “I know you don’t want me to hear this. It’s fine.”
“I-” Elliot wrung his hands, shaking and stressed. “No- uh- you don’t have to- I just-”
The tears began to fall, and he felt like he was drowning.
“Come here,” Ambrose said quietly, and Elliot helplessly obeyed.
He knelt at Ambrose’s feet, and he began to stroke his hair.
Elliot let out a shuddering breath, eyes screwed shut as he buried his face in Master’s lap, crying.
He’d nearly forgotten about Janus by the time the tears were gone, until he heard water being poured.
“Here,” Janus offered, a glass of water in hand. “So you won’t get a headache.”
“Th-thank you, sir.” Elliot took the glass, sipping at the water.
“Would you like to sleep up here tonight?” Ambrose gently asked.
Elliot shook his head. “I- I don’t want to impose-”
“Nonsense,” said Master Janus. “I can sleep downstairs.”
“You don’t have to do that,” he protested. “I’ll be alright.”
Janus raised a brow, and Elliot’s gut sank.
“Honey-”
“I’ll be downstairs, my love.”
Janus kissed Ambrose on the temple, and was gone.
“I’m sorry,” Elliot said tearfully. “I- I didn’t mean-”
“Hush,” Master Ambrose soothed, his hand on Elliot’s wet cheek, and he couldn’t help but lean into the touch.
“Janus understands, Ellie. There’s no need to worry.”
Elliot let out a sob, anxiety and fear mixing together in a vicious slurry.
“Sometimes I think he’s gonna find me,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “He’ll take me away from you. He’ll do awful things to me.”
“I know,” Ambrose murmured, rubbing his back. “He won’t.”
“I keep dreaming it. I feel every horrible thing he does to me.”
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, love.”
Guilt panged in his heart. “Are you going to send me away?” he asked.
“What? No! Ellie, why would you think that?”
Elliot looked away. “You have Janus. You don’t need me.”
Ambrose tugged his arm, and guided him to sit on the couch. Elliot went without resistance.
“Janus is my husband. You are my best friend.” Ambrose tucked a lock of hair behind Elliot’s ear.
“Neither of you are going anywhere. Alright?”
Elliot slumped against him, tired and relieved.
“Yes, Master.”
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