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ruin

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The painkillers help her sleep. They also make for interesting dreams.

melting wax and candle flame mo chroi mo chroi heartbeat and heartbreak don't turn your back on me don't turn away away away flying away let it all light you to bed here comes a chopper to chop off your head hands heart beat heart

I found some hate for you

break mirror broke couldn't see your face in it anyway just a stranger with a crown Coira your name is isn't what is your Mary Anne Elizabeth salve salve regina mother of mercy and daughter of none o Misericordiae in this valley of tears I will show you

just for show.

fear in a handful of dust through your fingers sand in a clock that keeps ticking while southern trees bear strange fruit in the summertime ripe and round and rotting through don't touch them they'll fall winter spring forward fall back into your old habits pretty fool bought for an hour a day a lifetime for thirty pieces of

You found some love for me,

silver no gold on your finger ring ring ring of posies and a mouthful of ashes as you lie to them all because you are just fine you've never been so fine it's a scratch it's nothing it'll heal let it go let me go

thinking I'd go.

to the warmth in the night curl up like a ball a marble small enough they can't find you when they want to hurt you can't touch you but who is the third who walks always beside you dying stars for your crown of stars no thorns yes

Don't keep me from crying to sleep.

please go as they all will go have gone nothing gold or silver or mine can stay close the window lock the door keep them out keep me in be safe be safe look both ways when you cross take my hand your mother's child's hand don't forget to look things go by so

Sleep in heavenly peace.

fast he didn't see look at him there in the street foolish man see Mary Anne this is what happens when you

aren't

paying

attention

people die

She opens her eyes.

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He is asleep beside her, an arm gently laid over her waist.

Protective.

His breath is quiet and even, his body warm and naked against her, and it's almost... frighteningly... normal.

Normal hasn't been something she's been familiar with for some time. Truth be told, this--a girl-next-door turned soldier of fortune in bed with a living embodiment of the tarot--isn't much in normal's jurisdiction either.

Normal, she feels, is highly overrated.

Her painkillers are still doing their job, so there's no need to get up. She watches him sleep.

It doesn't take long before her gaze registers in his sleepy-mind. His eyes slowly open, there is some blinking, then a yawn.

"You all right, Legs?" he asks. "Need something?"

No, his arm does not tighten.

Not in the least.

She shakes her head, as much as anyone can with their head to the side while lying in bed.

"Mnm, I'm fine."

She lays her unbroken hand over his to reinforce the message.

This was so very strange.

"You're sure? I could get you another painkiller... some water..." Someone's head on a platter.

"Shouldn't need a dose for another couple of hours; don't want to end up stoned."

She smiles. "But thanks all the same."

Ruin nods.

"Why are you awake?"

"Was dreaming."

(the man in the street with blood beneath his head)

"It woke me up, I guess."

(he had your eyes)

He nods.

"Dreams... can do that." How often had his sins followed him from waking into sleeping?

Every night.

No rest for the wicked.

"It didn't make much sense," she murmurs.

(salve regina)

"Must be the drugs."

"You should talk to my sister. Dreams are her speciality."

Moon, as insane and flighty as she was, was the dreamer of the family.

She could decipher anything.

Even a puzzle like this one.

(a candle to light you to bed)

"Mhm...I'll try and remember it, then."

His lips quirk.

"I doubt you'll need to remember a thing. She can pull it from you if she wants."

She almost laughs.

(keep me in)

Almost.

"Handy trick, that. Bet she's a hit at parties."

"Mmm. For more reasons than that," he chuckles.

There's an overdramatic gasp.

"Moon has sordid party stories? I never would have guessed."

He laughs.

"Has she told you about my nephew?" Ruin shakes his head. "I don't trust her with a fish, let alone a kid."

"She...mentioned him in passing once."

In that 'oh yeah, I had one of those' sort of way.

"She'd probably do alright with fish." They are generally right where you left them.

The only problem being if you forget where you left them.

"She set him down and walked away. Didn't remember where she'd left him for about twenty years."

He doesn't mention that he'd gone for the kind.

Taken him to Skill.

"Remind me never to use her as a babysitter."

Not that she'll need reminding.

He snorts.

"You planning on getting knocked up, Legs?" he asks. "Cause if you are, you'll have to look elsewhere for a sperm donor."

Ruin is lightly thwapped.

"We've had this conversation. No kids, yours or anyone else's."

"Good."

He chuckles softly.

"Didn't want you getting any kind of wild ideas after... earlier..."

"These drugs aren't that strong, pet."

She kisses him lightly to temper the sarcasm.

"No wild ideas. No tame ones either. Just me."

He stares at her for a while.

"Just you is fine with me, Legs," he murmurs.

She smiles slowly.

(Coira your name is isn't)

"Glad to hear it."

His fingers trace her face.

"Imprisoned."

Her lashes flutter, the only sign of surprise at the touch.

"Who is?"

Aren't we all?

He smiles ruefully.

"I am. Swore I'd never be anyone's prisoner again. Never love. Never give. Never care. Better that way. Everything I touch ends in ruin anyway. Why would I want that for someone I dared to love?"

"I remember," she replies softly.

("I'll never be bound.")

"But everything ends. That's no reason not to try."

He grins.

"Not that I have a choice."

"Shhh," she murmurs, kissing him again.

"We always have a choice."

when did the two of us become 'we'?

He kisses her softly.

Choice... while something his kind represented... was not something his kind possessed.

Not really.

As long as you are human you will always have a choice.

As long as...

Oh.

She doesn't want to think about a day when she is both more and less than now. She wants to kiss him back and forget about the world outside this room for right now.

So she does.

It was nice to forget the world.

Even if it was only for a little while.

He kisses her, hands moving over her waist and hips gently, never too much pressure, but keeping her close.

She hums into the kiss, threading a hand through his hair.

(one hand twenty-seven bones)

She hates not being able to touch as she wants, but she'll adapt. She's clever like that.

Makes things interesting.

He pulls back a little.

"I don't want to be a replacement for him anymore than you want to be a replacement for her," he says seriously, his eyes dark.

no

"N-no, you're not (I'm not)..."

just breathe sweetheart he's not going anywhere (is he) breathe c'mon now it's fine

Her hand lingers in his hair.

"You're not," she repeats, voice steadier this time.

She loved (loves) them both, but had yet to conflate the two. She wouldn't start now.

Now he smiles, his body relaxing a fraction.

"Good. So long as we understand."

He kisses her shoulder, tongue tracing the bone under the skin.

"Communication is very important..." she muses, winding a lock of hair around her finger.

She isn't to do anything strenuous. This is decidedly relaxing. Yay loopholes.

He's still too sleepy to want more than this.

This... was pleasant.

(Your eyes are so blue
I can't look away
as we lay in the stillness
you whisper to me...)

"Very important."

"So long as we have our priorities sorted."

She presses a kiss to his temple.

"You should go back to sleep," she whispers.

"So should you."

He rearranges the blankets, slipping his arms around her again.

There is a long, long silence after he settles.

Then...

"...love you, Legs."

There is an answering silence.

But not so terribly long.

"Love you, too."

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