#metaphoringly

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"Rin, dearest, do come here."

Fingers trailed the bed; purposely ripping at already torn fabric. It was perpetually dirty, anyway. The second she got onto their shared bed; his lips were pressed to hers in heated passion.

This was one of the reasons Mistress Death had taken them under her wing. They were a Sin to God, a Sin of Life ---- yet their love was so strong it blacked out all else. Fingernails lightly scratching at her clothing; Len gave a small smile. Only Rin ever felt his real smiles.

Laying her down against the bed; digits began removing fabric ---- piece. By. Piece.

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Laughing at something his comrade had told him, the brunet continued to patrol ---- until he came upon a young woman being attacked by a zombie. Luckily for her, it hadn't bitten just yet. Grabbing it by the hair and tugging, a small hatchet was withdrawn as it sliced clean through the flesh.

"I apologise that you witnessed that, miss. Zombies are tricky things. Lets get you back inside the gates."

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♥

"This was a given, dear twin."

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The high pitched tweet of the red whistle blew; signalling Rin that it was time for their rest. The graves need no guarding during daylight hours; souls customarily came at night so they may rest and become energetic for the next shift, so to speak.

"Rin. It's time to come in."

That was all he said; awaiting her figure to be seen. Eyes scanned the fields of graves ---- as beautiful as a flower garden, he assumed.