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"You are getting reckless"
"That coming from you? Ain't that something! You are the one aggressively flirting with the law"
" At least the things I do have meaning . Now stop moving darling or I will slip"
An annoyed groan escaped her lips as she watched how her dear serial killer engraves flowers on her new mechanical arm. It’s the least he could do, really. After all, it is his fault that metal detectors go crazy around her now. Not that it really was his fault, if anything, it was completely out of his control but she just enjoys having more reasons to bash him.
"Are you only going to carve flowers into me?"
The artist made an outraged noise, yet he did not stop his work.
"Well dear, if you are so dissatisfied with my work, shall I switch things up a bit and carve a few lovely sewer rats into your skin - to suit your extraordinary personality and taste?"
A short laugh made its way out of her mouth "No thanks'' as she grinned at him stupidly. "They are beautiful, what do they mean?"
A soft hum.
"Cherry blossoms represent the beauty and transience of life. They fall during their prime - even in death, magnificent."
"Ah, too bad that I am not planning on dying all too soon"
"A shame, really. You won't bloom any further"
"Excuse me?"
She was about to flick him between his eyes-
"They are also a symbol of rebirth- renewal"
"Is that your way of saying that you missed me?"
"You could...say that"
The woman looked at him for a few seconds until she couldn't help herself anymore but to softly smile at him.
"I love you"
"I do admire myself as well"
She flicked his forehead.
"Asshole"
She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and leaned back. When it's quite like this, one can hear her metal heart beat. It's odd to still be alive after being torn apart. Kind of feels like a dream and if it really was one, she hoped that she would never wake up. She gazed at Jhin as he oh so carefully carved beautiful bouquets of flowers into her. She thought he would hate it, hate how much she couldn't feel anymore, hate how robotic her voice now sounded - and he probably did. Yet he only told her " I've seen countless abandoned machinery and I must say, nature reclaiming what was once hers is truly wonderful” And that alone stilled her aching.
Her gaze fell onto his work and the fact that she could not feel the piercing pain made her sick.
"What happened to that fucker?"
"I disposed of him"
"Nothing special?"
"No. He does not deserve my attention to detail - or anything. Now, let's stop talking about that filth, he is not worth the spotlight."
The artist looked at his final product and slowly grazed his hand along her arm as if she could feel his touch while twisting her arm around a bit, just to make sure that he really is finished with this one. His eyes fixated on her leg and without a word said, she kicked her shoe off and pulled up her trouser leg just above her knee.
"What are you planning for this one?"
"Just lean back and watch dear"
"And this is still my leg, dear"
"And you should know that I wouldn't carve anything into you that you wouldn't like,no?"
She huffed and slid to the other side of the sofa while he made himself comfortable next to her. With an easy swing, she lifted up her leg so it could rest on his lap.
"You know what's great about this? If you get any funky ideas, I can just kick your pretty face"
“Snapping back at the person holding the knife? That’s not very smart now, is it? Though, being sensible never was your strong suit”
She made a face but kept quiet. It’s not like he was wrong.
"I already planned a funeral for you"
"I hope it was the most extra shit you could have come up with."
"Of course dear. You only deserve the best. Isn't that why you are with me?"
Her eyes rolled, she does that a lot recently, that surely wasn’t his fault. She took a deep breath and crossed her arms behind her head, relaxing into the soft sofa. His hand glided along the metal with ease, creating a dragon that swings around her leg. A symbol of power and ellagance, a little sign of his appreciation. Lotus flowers following the dragon's movement, swirls of petals.
"Mind twisting your leg a bit, love?"
"Could you say that again?"
"...twist your leg a bit?"
"Jhin you goddamn fucking narcissistic buffo-"
Him suddenly pressing her leg into the back of the sofa, all while pushing the other to the side so he can easily glide between her legs, shuts her up. She gives him a puzzled look but he only leans in closer, slowly dragging his hand along her chin. In the huskiest tone he could manage, he whispers "Love" into her ear. Without any further hesitation, the artist holds up her chin. Her heart skips a beat as he affectionately kisses her. If she wasn't that busy with completely and utterly melting into him, she would probably question why his lips are so much softer than hers. This man really is such a diva.