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The smoke would usually calm him, return the precise steadiness back to his hands, dull the electricity in his joints, but he remained wired, giddy, as he waited for him to appear. The blue of his eyes were lit with excitement, and he tried to keep himself from giggling with joy as the cloaked figure stepped quietly from the shadows, and he felt himself grin wide before he took another long drag.

“Hey Bones,” smoke curled lovingly around the words as Jim breathed, tongue flicking over his lips to taste the poison there, “Long time no see.”

The other figure stood in place stoically before sighing, like a death rattle, pulling back its hood and rumbling in an unimpressed drawl, “Not long enough, kid.”

Jim’s crooked grin just grew wider, fingers twitching to touch as he stayed still, knocking ash from his cigarette, and Death sighed, “That’s gonna be the death of you.”

Jim’s eyes gleamed and he tilted his head, “Maybe,” he inhaled again, “there’s a chance,” exhaled again, “but you know what isn’t a chance? Him, and his death. Since I killed him, just now.”

There was a wash of pride and excitement and affection as he watched the cloaked man look at the body next to Jim, deep hazel eyes filled with remorse, sympathy.

“And I’ll do it again, you know,” Jim’s voice was as sharp as his smile, “And again. And again. And again,” his fingers twitched again, “If you don’t do anything about it.”

The figure looked tired, bemused, but spoke with his practiced resolve, “I’ve already told you, I don’t take life, that’s not what I do.”

“Then I will,” there was a growl mixed with Jim’s glee, hands suddenly missing the warm feel of the knife instead of the too light cigarette, “and I don’t think I”ll tire before you.”

The figure stood still, silent as would be expected, as he held Jim’s gaze, eyes bright like venom as he took another drag. He stood still, and he held, until he crumbled, just slightly, shoulders dropping as he stepped forward. He leaned down and reached out to where Jim was sitting, cradling the blonds’ face in one hand.

“Alright, James,” his voice was like gravel though his touch was gentle, “though I think you’ll be the death of me.”

The edge finally melted from Jim’s smile, blue eyes soft as he eagerly pressed into the other’s cold touch, murmuring warmly, “Only if you’re mine first.”

Jim shut his eyes as the figure leaned down further, reveling in the sweetest poison as he welcomed the kiss of death. His heart beat slowed and his blood gently cooled, and he released his last breath in a sigh, content, as he died.

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OK CHRIS

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