He was supposed to leave in the late morning.

Classes were done for him on Monday the seventeenth, he’d spent the day packing for the competition or boxing things and sending them down to the mail to go home. Colin seemed much the same, spending the day delightfully in his room-shorts which Björn would never complain about in a million years. Colin might though, after an entire day of getting his backside palmed and his neck kissed. For now, his love lay well exhausted under one of Björn’s button downs and on Björn’s bed. There was a regrettable emptiness beside him, where Björn had been laying between Colin and the wall, but the strongman had found insomnia his closest companion since Black Friday.

Since the General.

His mind was usually more like a steel sieve than a sponge, but every second of that conversation felt like it was graven in stone, and ghostly played as flickering tape in the quiet hours that he was not occupied. There were two Kingdoms. The Kingdom of the Earth and the Moon.

Fighting against those who seek to drive us from our planet. Metallia. Serenity. Beryl. Prince of the Earth.

Colin wasn’t fighting to drive anyone from the planet. Not as Aegir, not as Colin. He trusted Colin, completely. He wasn’t lying to him. Colin was just trying to save people from collateral damage and the black creatures. These royals didn’t have any Geneva convention he thought. Still, where did that leave the both of them? Obsidian was an enemy to Colin. Obsidian just found Björn’ whenever he was out. It meant that he was being watched to some sort of degree, even were it a lesser one. Not a sword yet, of any sort. But it meant he was putting Colin in danger by association because of the help that Björn was offering with fruit tossing . He hadn’t told him about the attack last winter, excusing his split lip and bruising as the results of slipping and falling badly on the ice outside- leavings of a January mishap.

Colin was a boy of Destiny City. His birthday was May 4th, he was 17 and a senior in high school now. He was going to graduate and become a dancer. He really liked star trek and sometimes sang the melody of the openings to himself in the shower when he thought no one was paying attention. He was Sailor Aegir, a warrior who made very poor choices in wardrobe and whose magical attack seemed as useful as toting around Tupperware to ask an opponent if they needed something to carry their lunch in. It was dancing and star trek...not ruling or taking homes. But that didn’t mean that it wasn’t different for this Princess Serenity.

Björn couldn’t work it out. He needed to pose it all to Colin. Aegir was the warrior between them, he was the one in the honors classes. He was the one with a destiny. , with a path and an important future that his idiot boyfriend was jeopardizing by putting him in danger and talking with an enemy. Colin’s enemy, at least. The enemy of the Sailor Scouts. Surely not all the scouts could side with this Princess? If they had their families here, and were born here, there had to be some who would side for the autonomy of the Earth Kingdom in the greater galactic courts or whatever was out there among the stars. How would they approach that sort of situation if they did? Did they stay sailor senshi sushi? Was General Obsidian once a poorly dressed sailor warrior? He couldn’t wrap his head around the idea enough to get a clear image of the red head in tights. He’d spoken with Pomona, too. She'd added the idea that there were Knights, different somehow from the sailors themselves. Queen Aries and her …dimension people. The ‘corrupted’ senshi, with holes in their chests, and the words that had seemed to haunt the woman so from some Negaverse agent who had tried to do this thing to Castor. That name again that had been on Colin’s lips before. And mention of ‘purification’ of a Negaverse agent.

‘Corruption’ and ‘Purification’ sounded like they could be buzzwords and PR from one side regarding the other, but the bit about looking on while someone killed everyone they ever loved was ominous. Obsidian wasn’t safe, whatever else he was. His smile spoke that to anyone with eyes in his head. The woman who had said that in Pomona’s hearing might have been much the same. Obsidian had mentioned the danger of the sailor scouts turning on those they thought knew too much. Aegir he didn’t worry about , but maybe the invitation to the space hobbit world was an excuse to kill him? No. That made no sense either. No more sense than someone saying that anything on Obsidian’s part was an excuse to kill him. Obsidian could have killed him a different way between each word they’d shared, judging by just the strength in his hand and not accounting for any black creatures or starseed chest-hole punching or other magic that might be at his command.

Starseeds. Reincarnation. Dimensions.
These were all hard words. He didn’t really understand any of them sufficiently. He should try to do some research if he could, but first and foremost, in the morning before he headed to the station he was going to bring Colin some hot cocoa and talk to him. He had to tell him about the Pomona’s invitation and about General Obsidian. And ask him what he made of it all.