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[between kisses, saber's energy shifts the longer she talks. the tiger's ears twitch and his head perks, jewel-eyes swiveling on the newly settled down bruce. death doesn't bother saber, how he died doesn't bother him, and shauna's doing that thing people do to connect and share. parts of him feel the same as he always had, other parts are made of the unknown.]

It's always quiet.

[breathed over her jugular, he's so close he can see her heart beating. ba-bump, ba-bump. he has hers memorized. shauna's fingers graze over scar tissue and the sensation brings him to the twisting crack of his head being torn off. quiet came after or before, or somewhere in the middle where tendons snapped and his spine was dislocated. that's nothing new, the scarring. nothing he won't heal by cornering some sad-sack maid and draining her dry like the monster he is.

his hands snatch her hips and pull her in close, close enough his nose is buried in the curve of her neck and he's grinning, gliding palms down her thighs and squeezing, guiding her to straddle him. he doesn't see the point in talking about what happened.]

Why do you wanna know, hm? You tryin' to see if it's different? Death's the same for everyone. Gettin' there is what's different. [he pauses, licking up her neck and nipping her ear.] Most of the time.

[diarists]

[bruce is sitting regally, nobly, the posturing echoed by shauna’s aloof pose, even though she doesn’t pull away, doesn’t move from the feel of saber’s mouth over the scar on her throat. it feels like before, feels like the coal of anger shauna knows will never, never go out. she lets out a sigh and the coyote’s amber-sharp eyes soften, going warm and honeyed when they rest on the tiger.]

Yeah. [hard to tell if it’s an acknowledgement of his words or in response to his tongue, lips, hands coming to grab her, pull her into his lap. her legs spread, willing, hungry, wondering if that’s part of it too – die, come back with every need sharpened to a point, honed into a spear.

shauna huffs out a laugh, shakes her head, hands creeping around, grabbing at saber’s shirt to tug it upwards, knees nudging inward at his hips. bruce’s tail thumps on the ground, a thudthudthud shauna doesn’t hear.] No, just – it was kinda.

I don’t know. [she doesn’t feel remade, reborn, that’d be impossible. but everything weighs a bit less, for the moment.] Like waking up from finally sleeping on a real bed. [one hand slips up into his hair, drags her nails through it, settles at the back of his head, cradling.] Or – coming up from being underwater. I feel awake.

[shauna shifts her hips, exhales shuddery –] Do you?