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Female rage is not a fancy.

A deep cry from the throat ripped from her lips. The the sobs that quickly followed were ear splitting. The white fluorescent above a single sink, the cracked mirror. The front half of luxury pen shoved viciously into the glass.

She feel to her knees sobbing. She loathed everything about herself. With all the money in the world she was still broken. So unfortunate. So broken. More angry cries fill the silence. Alone in her bathroom, her parents were out for the evening.

Keep trying they said, it will be fine they said. 79 pens sit in a box underneath her bed. Some broken in half, the others had no tips. The paper filled with illegible words. Torn to shreds and sitting neatly flattened into a piles. Just stacks of papers and notepads.

It was a peculiar thing, the way she'd tear apart her room and put it back together soon after.

Melanie kept count. Every broken pen. If she kept screaming any more she'd lose her voice too. Standing up in an angry fit punched the mirror senseless. There was no mirror and that mirror was expensive.

Her breath rose and fell, "THESE STUPID THINGS DON'T WORK!"

Melanie couldn't stand the mess. She didn't look as she abused the glass. There were no hands to bloody.

Now sitting beside the door, she hugged her knees.

Nobody keeps the broken.

[girl is like 18 in this and just received her prosthetics, they wanted to wait till she was fully developed so that she wouldn't have a surprise growth spurt.]

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Mind Electric.

Sammy heard the wails, unmistakable but unsure of their origins. As he normally does slinks through the walls in the direction of the sound, wary of other inky beings that could lurk. Though, he did have a feeling that he knew which one was crying.

Peering only his head through a bookshelf he spotted the lone Alice Angel. Allison angel and her were two different people. Despite their limited encounters Sammy still hoped that there was a part of Susie still inside; though he didn't know the extent of the damage done to her mind. He also did see his mind as particularly damaged so to speak.

"Alice," He spoke confidently but nearly made the mistake of using the name susie.

"Sammy?" She replied. Alice sat with her legs in a w shape on the ground, collected audio logs. "I can't tell if I'm not me." Alice only continued to wail at the contents of the audio logs. Her long lost voice, Sammy's handsome one. They were fragments of the people they used to be.

He wasn't sure if touching her was the way to go but interested by the logs. Accidentally stepping on one it played. It was of her receiving the news of her firing. The aching in her voice.

"What did Joey do to you? To us. . . ?"

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It wasn't long ago I had the world in my hands.

Normally I don't bother touching or getting close to anyone but I'm not letting this woman walk away scot free. I grabbed her wrist much more aggressively than I indented but she'd be fine.

"Explain. Now. Dr. Seelie." I demanded. The miracle was uncanny, under no human circumstances could it have been possible but suddenly the patient is breathing again?

She glares at me, little did I know about all the internal bleeding caused and other bodily damage. "The paitent is alive, that's what matters." Meretseger stated plainly but there was annoyance behind her words.

"Let go of me, Nikolai."

Being face to face with her wasn't hard-- we were the same height after all. 6'2. "You get the luxury of your short life. I have to watch people I could have saved die. All the places I should be, nothing I do is ever good enough." Meretseger looks down to her bloody hands.

Nothing we do is ever good

Nothing we do is ever good enough.

I felt understood for a second. I too have witnessed death but I didn't understand this part; she acted like she's been alive for centuries. I felt the same as her. If not worse. I am the best surgeon in Seoul; in Korea. I've slaved to get here yet I am still not enough.

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Wake up and smell the coffee

We ended up sleeping on the floor. That was my habit that I must have roped Ha-Min into. He was to pretty to be down here. (Yes, that's a joke.) I never knew waking up next to him was the dream.

"Ha, are you okay?" I ask quietly. His bones must ache from the sleeping on such a thin carpet with a blanket.

"Yes, what about you Mel?" He whispers back. "Sleep well?"

I close my eyes. It's still early morning. "It seems like I have been lately. What about you?"

He shifted position to be closer. To be mine. "Yes, very well."

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I brought you flowers

Melanie stood outside his door with a bouquet of roses. Bloody red roses but when he opened the doors she vanished before his eyes like smoke into thin air leaving the roses to collapse on the carpet. No magic just an offering to be made.

Ha-Min blinked again.

"I brought you flowers, do you not like them?" She asked through near heartache. Even if roses were cliche it's what she thought of him as.

Beautiful but something that draws blood.

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Aggressive like a man. . .

"Melanie-!" Ha-Min heard the breaking of his third and fourth metacarpal bones upon impact. He would never forget the way she looked at the man behind him. One expression he hoped to never see again.

"What the fuck." She said absolutely stunned. Angry but knew the damage she caused. Had Ha-Min not intervened that man's lower cheekbone would have been shattered. Ha-Min was shocked at the sheer damage and strength she had.

"You're an idiot." She stated and stared death threats into the man behind him. "We're getting you to a hospital now."

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Garrett.

This feeling. . . I wished it would go away. It's uncanny. But yet, seeing you burning up in a sweat refusing the medicine I brought you. I sighed and sat a safe distance from her. I could tell that she wasn't doing well but insisted that she didn't need it. Or want it.

"Melanie, it's high end, I promise." I said. I even used it. You use it, you owe me then. That's right. Owe me. . .

"Leave me alone, I'm fine." She retorted curled up on her couch. Back to me, I can see the beads of sweat dripping down her neck. "Save it for yourself."

"At least let me braid your hair, like before." I said wondering if what I was saying was fake anymore. Did I really care about her well being? This is a prime opportunity to get her into my debt but she seemed genuinely struggling.

"Touch my hair I will fucking punch you."

"Did I do something?"

"I know about the Yoons." Melanie replied. She not only knew but contracted the flu. "You're lucky I'm to sick you kick you out myself. . . What a lie to tell me I was pretty."

"I actually thought you were pretty."

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Looking at you got me thinkin nonsense

"Ow,"

"What happened?" He asked, from the couch.

"I hit my head on the cupboard,"

"Want me to kiss it?" Ha-Min asked, deadpan. She furrowed her brows lightly at his question.

"I'm not five," Melanie replied. "Plus it doesn't hurt that bad." She stood up and before she knew it Ha-Min placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Actually, it was over to the left,"

Kissed twice.

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La Seine, and my lies.

Every morning at 4 am, like a clock Melanie would walk along the Seine. Two miles each way. So by 5 thirty had returned to the spot she started.

I stated to join her, the routine I now grew accustomed to. It was very Melanie like.

"You should come to the gallery with me," I said breaking the morning's silence for the first time. Most days, Melanie and I didn't say much so learning anything about her was so difficult. Either it was that or she out right didn't answer my questions.

"No, Ha-Min. I don't have the money for that. I also don't have the time." She replied so fast. I kicked a lose stone. That was such a lie, the Melanie Lenn had more money that she could ever wish for. I grit my teeth. "Besides, you wouldn't want to go with me. I'm too slow."

I glanced at her who was watching the water. Intently. Taking a deep breath I reconsidered my offer.

"Then perhaps come to my place, meet Podo." I said. Manipulation was an art. One of which I knew quite well. It didn't mean anything for her to be in my apartment. Or mean anything for her to meet my cat.

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If you burn me, there'd be nothing left.

Insincerity lingered I the air. The coffee shop was warm to Melanie and it always would be. But this stranger felt wrong. Like this was a waste.

"I'm sorry," Melanie again began. She was sorry, kind of. But it was more so to fill silence. Her mind shifted gears to other thoughts and ideas. A possible new puzzle. Something a little more fun if that was possible.

"What for?" He asked unsure. He knew of course she meant for running into him. But even so. He could tell by the way she reacted to his words, by the way she sat there that there was anxiety inside her.

"Why did you ask me to get coffee with you? You don't know me." Melanie said. This had been itching her mind.

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You may, Minie moon.

"Only if I get to call you Minie." She said embracing him her whole body against his. Part of her was sad he had to go. That duty calls, not what his duty was.

"I'll cook for you tonight, or rather Opal will teach me." She said. Her cousin was returning to Manhattan for good this time. Kate, her wife, had found a job and settled.

"Maybe I want to teach you," He said, his teeth gently bit her ear, teasing and before that turned into a bunch of mini kisses. "Maybe I want to be the only one to teach you,"

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May I have the honour, Mellie?

Sitting sideways on his lap, rather stiffly Melanie turned her face away from him. Her face a beat red from blushing, embarrassemnt. A new experience so to say.

"Do you want to stop?" He asked, his arms wrapped around her waist. Ha-Min was only teasing her as this point.

"No-!" She said. "I'm just not used to this, I like it. That is, when you touch me." Melanie said soaking in the moment. Princess treatment huh? His couch was always nice but his lap was even nicer.

"What prompted this?" She asked and returned his hug.

"I wanted to spend time with you before work." He stated. The otome game Love and Deepspace has been popular and it gave him an idea. Pretend to be a video game character to tease her some.

"My Mellie," he chuckled. Ha-Min had begun using the nickname her mother called her as a form of endearment. Melanie herself was too embarrassed herself to tell him not to right now.

The evening sunlight was warm and everything she wanted. "Don't let me make you late," she said her head touching his.

"May I have the honour of also calling you Mellie?"

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A Whole Lotta Melamin

I've been inspired. But I digress. This is generally my public diary for my nonsense. Oh how I love them. Scrub I owe you the world. I owe you.

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Socks, Hopper, Smile Mel!

Sliding into the bathroom, Melanie hadn't seen Ha-Min so excited before. She sat on his prefect marble white countertops, feet in the sink leaning up close to the mirror. In a dark blue towel, hair still wet from a shower and eyeliner in hand drawing the first wing.

"Mel! Mellie," Ha-Min said setting a package down on the counter beside her, making sure the space wasn't wet.

"What?" She replied still laser focused on what she was doing. "Are you okay?"

"Remember the book I was telling you about?" Ha-Min asked jogging her memory. "The Hopper relic," He said, leaning against it in black slacks and a comfortable thinner turtleneck.

"Oh yes, I do." Turning to look at him she set the makeup down. He began unwrapping it and a medium sized sketch book showed itself. The brown leather. Laying it out Ha-Min slowly flipped through it so they could both see its beauty. Melanie's jaw dropped with utter excitement. "It's beautiful, how did you even get your hands on that?"

"I had a friend pull a couple strings." He replied.

"Okay, orange or blue?" Melanie asked holding up her color palette before him.

"Where are you going?"

"Family meeting. Mama and the twins are in town so I'm driving up to Albany tonight so we can chat instead of me and Ida flying all the way to Russian ." Melanie said.

"Orange looks good on you, unless you feel like blue." He concluded. Melanie smiled softly and touched his hair. "I won't be gone long."

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A little bite from a little cat

Melanie rested on her side playing with Podo. Her boney metal fingers touched the cat carefully. The chirping and sounds he made.

Small cat teeth made contact with the metal.

"He bit me," Melanie commented. Surprised. "I saw him bite me but I didn't feel it."

Ha-Min looked over at her and gave a soft smile. Already under the sheets and incredibly jet lagged, he only stayed up to be with her a little longer.

"I wish you were there." Ha-Min said. "In London, with me. Podo likes to playfully bite. Never hard." He added. All the traveling he did, Ha-Min was used to it but ever since meeting Melanie a stationary person. He finally admitted that he missed her presence; he missed the way she thought about the world.

"London sounds wonderful. But, work calls, Ha. I couldn't so easily take days off. . ." Her voice trailed off because it was caught on an idea. A thought.

"When I—" Melanie began. "When I retire will you be there?" When she retires she doesn't plan on immediately going back to Russia. In fact Manhattan has so much to offer still. "Will you stay in Manhattan with me when I hang up the badge?"

He put

He slid his hand under her thick and rich curls to the back of her neck. "Of course I'll still be here. If you want to stay here, we stay." Ha-Min said confidently. "We've weathered each other's darkest moments. We've come this far, so why would I leave? There so much Mel I don't know yet!" Ha-Min said. It was true and he had slowly begun to heal. She could see it in his actions. Maybe not his expressions but his actions.

"You're so beautiful, Ha. Isn't that cliche?" Melanie pulled his hand out from under her hair so that she could kiss the top like a prince would. Kiss his hand a thousand times because she was his prince. 

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Baby Blue

I wanted to write as Ha. He makes me feel good, feel lest like an empty husk, like my soul didn't shrivel up and die

I could never tell if she was asleep sometimes. Much like Podo Melanie loved the sun. She never told me out right but I kind of just knew.

I felt bad leaving her alone when I traveled overseas for clients. Despite being retired Melanie insisted she stay in New York. As I watched her I wondered what she thought. Thought about the world and ideas. Though the way she reponds to what I say is cryptic; annoyingly cryptic and fails to elaborate. At times they are very straightforward.

All the little habits of hers I would notice. intentionally or not. The habits of mine that she would notice too. Sometimes I'd ask myself how did I let this happen? Love is cruel is only anguish yet Melanie lives with me. Melanie isn't cruel. To herself at times but not to me. Not on purpose.

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An art trade for @vinophidian who wanted DevilDad and Chalice! It's an adorable au where he adopts her and it's just happy bean moments! I had fun with those thanks Vin! ^^