Papercuts
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He thinks she is a rebel angel; sneaking away from her raining heaven to play with the demons in hell. She is never announced, never bothered to even try conversing, but he doesn't mind much.
She is always there in the in between times; arriving just after someone leaves and disappearing just before they arrive. He wonders if it's really her timing, or if they're actually loud enough for people to know. She is contantly accompanied by a sound like the flipping pages of a book, announcing her presence before he actually sees her.
Her nails rake trails of red across his back, his shoulders, arms, everywhere; she leaves papercuts, stinging pains blossoming everywhere they touch. He doesn't care much; he kind of likes the pain.
For being so soft spoken, he thinks after his bed was empty again, she is very bad at keeping quiet. He laughs to himself as she pulls on her cloak. His cloak, actually; he can see a flash of her paperwhite skin through a hole in the fabric. He reminds her that he'll probably need that back, or his partner will be mad. She turns away with an annoyed noise.
"I despise you," she says, throwing off his clothes and picking up her own. He laughs again, fingering the marks on his arms idly. She scowls over her shoulder. "You don't deserve life."
"Aw, you don't like me?" He feigns a hurt look, though her back is turned. "What a fucking shame." He digs his fingers into the scratches, hissing through his smirk. "Maybe you should kill me."
She is gone in a flurry of paper butterflies.
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Rei kindly requests that you don't ask what the hell is wrong with her.
She doesn't quite know herself.