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"You do realize I don't actually need to eat like you pitiful humans."
But she wasn't worried about him!
Twenty years an assassin for Drakkon, silent as snow and with a body count to horrify herself in her right mind as well the younger self of hers she'd gotten to know in the universe next door, there was a little something that stuck around the Ranger Slayer that she never thought to train herself to get rid of.
She would just watch. For now.
one step, two step, back, forward:
Ten hours of going over routines, pirouettes at dangerous speeds that could snap too thin ankles, flips that could smack bone to bits on the too hard floors of the rented warehouse, dehydration and lack of food taking their toll...
quiet little chaos in the pumpkin patch:
In the beginning, there was Matt and Billy just trying to build the beggar of an orphan of the Coinless universe that was an older, emaciated version of Skull, up into someone who could just...live.
The morgue drawer for the homicide cadavers, marked C3 with a little red sticker in the upper corner, slid open with ease and Javi had to make a conscious effort not to grimace down at the coroner that had taken the afternoon off to have a nap inside.
"I don't think I'm going to be able to look you in the eyes after this."
Fran looked much smaller than usual on the floor, knees together, legs folded on either side like some maid in a fairy tale illustration, hands gripping her knees as she aimed her head backward, mouth opened up like she was going to catch snowflakes.
there's gold in the water:
Regardless of what the both of them seem to think, as they'd had very similar tastes and knowing and experiences before they departed from the other's gravitational pull just before they hit puberty, they're actually more similar than not.
Classic jazz under the shower flow wasn't what Amelia thought she could ever think of as soothing, let alone when hummed and mimicked by Javi.
"It's badass," was his correction, the only pause in his tune.
"Why do you keep bringing me pennies?"
Adam hummed low, barely a puff of air really, and squeezed the tips of those pianist fingers; incredibly grateful his pain was dulled with precious morphine and skin to skin warmth provided by his favorite person.
tricks of the light are still reflections:
No mirror could beat the lot of them when they fucked each other.
They both moaned, in tandem and totally without shame.
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