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[everymonstrousthing]

Some things don't change. She might have been and gone and come again but, when she's out on the roof, Kaz sits and waits for her. He's sitting in one of the kitchen chairs with his feet up on the sill and a cigarette between two fingers. He's reading a book, one of the paperback novels that he's so fond of. He smokes and he reads and he waits for the girl he loves, his Wraith, to come home.

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[everymonstrousthing]

Now his cheeks really do colour and he laughs a little, biting his lip. He nods and pads into the bedroom, lowering himself down onto the bed, on top of the sheets, still naked as the day he was born. Right then, he feels far more Reitvald than Brekker.

[tricktofalling]

She takes a moment out in the kitchen, washing her hands, making him coffee and herself some tea. It's strange, to be so openly vulnerable yet so entirely comfortable.

When the drinks are ready, she brings them into the bedroom, and climbs into bed with him.

[everymonstrousthing]

He sits up a little so that he can take the coffee cup from her, curling his long, pale fingers around it and looking across at her. "You look content, Wraith."

[tricktofalling]

"I feel awfully content," she says, curling up against him with her tea, letting it warm her fingers. "For someone that's going to have bruises on their hips."