"Maybe it's heart stopped."
Simon Lehane was dead.
His heart was stopped.
She'd been beautiful
Laughter like piano notes
The autopsy was immediate
Never waited for you to be dead first
Nothing more than and object
Dismantle at will
Freeze it still
Drugs will stop the twitching
Weren't supposed to be alive.
Just function
Red lasers to figure
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First things first was to nudge and tug Alec into something that was a more comfortable position. After that he just pushed his way into Alec's arms and butted his head up under Alec's chin until he got some sort of responce.
Alec lay curled around the hound, fur warm under his curled fingers and aginst his cheek for a long time befor anything else filtered in. Like the soft mist that curled calm and slow around the woman sitting on one of the junkers. It felt like the part of death that seemed welcome. The part that finally let you rest.
"You're late."
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She smirked slightly when he spoke to her, she couldn't help it, and she immediately ducked her head at her reaction. She wasn't supposed to -- she didn't want him to think she was mocking him. Because she wasn't. If anything at all she was worried.
"Actually -- if anything, I'm early." She paused for a minute, hoping to circumvent the next question of why she was there in trying to find some kind of answer. "I just -- I mean, I'm supposed to -- " She paused again, tilting her head to the side slightly. " -- I'm -- I'm just visiting."
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He sniffled a little, muscles only now starting to uncoil and still ticking. "Who are you?"
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