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[song_tra_bong]

She unlocks the door to her room and slips inside, pushing the door gently shut with her foot.

Ruin is asleep in her (their) bed. She sits down on the edge next to him and watches him sleep, hands (shaking) resting on her lap.

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[song_tra_bong]

She loops her arms around his neck.

"Very glad to hear it," she adds against his mouth before resuming the kiss.

Odds of their sex life dying are about as high as either of them dying.

[ten_of_swords]

He laces their fingers together, twining his legs with hers. If he were a cat, he would be purring his sleepy contentment. "You don't get enough sleep."

[song_tra_bong]

She smirks faintly.

"Probably true. Though strictly speaking, I can go without..."

[ten_of_swords]

"I know you can. We've tested that before."

He nuzzles her ear, biting lightly.

"Thank you for the note," he says very softly. "It was... kind."

No one had ever bothered to leave him a note before when they took off.

[song_tra_bong]

She tilts her head.

"Wasn't sure how long I'd be gone," she murmurs.

"Didn't want you to worry."

[ten_of_swords]

He smirks. "How adorable of you to think I would worry. I think you can take very good care of yourself, you know." Ruin knows if he were some mortal, he wouldn't want to meet her pissed off in a dark alley.



Or a well-lit one.

[song_tra_bong]

She smiles.

"Plus, I'm not used to the whole 'people can find me with their brain' thing. Besides, notes are polite."

[ten_of_swords]

"It was... unexpected."

He kisses her nose, not knowing that was where his future self had licked whipped cream from earlier.

"Thank you."

[song_tra_bong]

She giggles at the mix of sensation and memory.

"You're very welcome, lover."

[ten_of_swords]

He closes his eyes, listening to her heartbeat...



...and wondering about a little girl who is a mixture of them both.

[song_tra_bong]

She rests her head against his, running her fingers through his hair until she falls asleep.


She dreams of blue-grey eyes.