#spadesxpaint

[puffsandcoconuts]

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MY SWEET HEART GOT ITS WISH

[nyokren]

For Spunk-City - Spades Slick/Ms. Paint

I don't ship this. Writing these were oddly difficult and they did not turn out well. But you want this so here ya go. Never say I didn't do anything for you. Drabble things. Unedited. I don't care. Slick/Paint I. Conspiracy

She smiles when she cleans his wounds. She smiles when she brings his food. She smiles when she changes the cover of his sick bed. She smiles at him. She smiles at the troll/human thing. He swears it's a conspiracy, because no one can be that good natured. He tells her so. She just smiles, and continues about her work. He curses and swears and does everything an immobile person can. Her grin never leaves her face. Because she knows an upturned mouth drives him mad, almost as much as clocks. And she likes to see him flustered. So, no, it isn't a conspiracy. Technically. II. Covenant

                She teaches him to use his new limbs by folding origami dogs. His fingers barely move and he can't sit up, but he's bored and mad and wants to fucking kill *something.* They are a distraction, a goal he can focus on. And when she is in the room teaching him, the other one is not trying to force milk or food on him or tell him stories about things to come. Things that make him want to stab someone instead of something.

When she is in the room, he tries to fold to paper completely but can never finish. His arms won't allow him to. But she always does for him. The origami dogs are their secret covenant - her promise that one day he will heal and his that she won't be the one he stabs.

It's a silly thing to promise. But for now, it's all either has. III. Poise

                He's all rough edges and deadly grace - can kill in a second and escape in the next. He can do just about anything because he' s a slick devil . And he knows it.  She's all smooth lines and genuine gestures - can be in a dark room one second and brighten it with color in the next. She can do about anything because she paints the world with her smile. But she doesn't know.

She doesn't know a lot of things he decides. Because someone who has seen what she has should  not have a steady hand or such a smile on her face. He's learned a lot about her from the weird troll thing that likes to talk and shove food down his throat. None of it seems too pleasant. She shouldn't care whether he lives or dies. Yet she does, even though he's tried to stab her on a number of occasions.

She smiles that stupid smile as she walks away with the tray in hand. Her steps are light and for a second he contemplates. How to describe that walk, that personality. It's grace he thinks, a poise that outweighs even the Queens. Blegh. The thought vanishes. He doesn't have time for sentimental shenanigans. They go against his very being. After all, he's Slick. Deadly grace and what-not. He's got people to kill, places to be.

Ignores the fact that in the weeks that follow,  his attempts at murder switch solely to the peach colored one.  Ignores a new attachment for origami. Ignores that when she feeds him he takes it no questions asked. He doesn't know. He's all rough edges and death. She's all smooth lines and life. And as she leaves her patient's room with an easily emptied bowl, back to him, she grins. Because she knows. But she'll never tell.