Man today I was sitting here, minding my own business, when the realization of what perfect parallels Peter and Ramses run on came up and hit me in the head with a frying pan. They’ve just got… SO many surface aspects in common, they’re traveling on parallel lines but they’re going in different directions… They’re fantastic inversions of each other, and now I have a surprising number of feelings about it

ernmark:

Thank you for bringing this up.

I would say that Juno has a very clear type, but I don’t think that’s entirely fair– Ramses and Nureyev are both conmen, and they both have spent decades tailoring personas that would make them almost universally attractive, but especially appealing to somebody like Juno. But it goes so much deeper than that. 

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[Slides in a few hours late] 27 or 45 on those prompts? :3c

45: “The worst part is, I loved you anyway.”

I went with jupeter bc I’m weak?? 

He was brash and reckless and mean, he found your weak points and when he felt threatened he tore at them. He drank too much, and had so much baggage it made his shoulders slump.
And the way he looked when he was piecing together the facts, the way he swept Peter up and along on whatever lead he had next, that victorious vicious grin, his wit and humour, his righteous determination to see a good thing through…
He made Peter Nureyev seep into whatever identity he wore. It terrified him as Glass, and he tried to fight it as Rose, but he kept becoming Nureyev without warning, just a smile or the way his brow crinkled when he was considering a case, and suddenly Peter was staring without a thought for Rose’s zeal or Glass’ charm. (He was lucky that no one had happened to look over at him and see such an expression.)
And Juno had left him. Alone.
The worst part is, Peter loved him anyway. It terrified him how much. Because he knew this feeling would be harder to shake than any angry mark. He knew it was over when Juno had left the room and not returned, without even a note. He knew he should move on, forget about one surly detective, and get on with his life with nothing to hold him back. Nothing had stopped him before, but… He found he had trouble letting this go. Juno had his name and his heart and Peter couldn’t even say he’d stolen them. He’d given them to Juno, served up on a silver platter and he couldn’t bring himself to take them back even if he wanted to.
Juno leaves him behind in that hotel, and Peter leaves his heart on Mars. An even trade, right?

swallowtailed:

the entire ending. from the start of jack’s note. all that? that’s fucking gorgeous. the intercutting of the theme of home with juno discovering that his home is gone, transformed, perhaps never even was his…

but i can’t think through the incandescent rage so i’m gonna leave that for now and content myself with cursing jack FUCKING takano’s name.