[ There he'll be — a tall figure who could once stand up straight in his tent now forced to stay seated, suggesting a height nearing 9 or 10 feet tall. Delphine balances her tiny self on his knee, playing with his finger. ]
[He appears like the silent flash of lightning against a dark sky, ducking through the doorway; lifting his head to look at Zephir with a crooked smile before he comes to stand in front of him. He looks at Delphine, fond, just like his gaze is for his other half.]
My love.
[Look how tall you've grown.]
You're flourishing like all the greenery you're feeding. I suppose I have to put you in check.
I do remember how we had to keep ourselves in check.
[Back when they split from one another, one cup overfilling while the other emptied - they needed to be tethered to keep one another at the perfect balance. They found ways to prolong their meetings, their rejoinings, and part of that was in crafting their children; letting life blossom and bloom around them, and using that as the guide for their sights.
He reaches down to pick up Delphine, cupping her in his hands with a fondness still radiating. He breathes in a breath from the top of her head, the smell of youth on her, before putting her aside to rest on a throne made of a pillow so he could kneel before Zephir. One hand on either knee, he parts them.]
[ He watches the whole thing, the kind of fondness that can think of nothing else in this world but the being he loves, a god adoring a deity that kneels before him. Legs parted, Zephir reaches to brush a finger down Sully's cheek. Everything seems so small when Life gets careless, and yet Death remains so immense - in who he is, how he moves. The way his words linger. ]
[The confines of this place are dampening to the true effects of death. It could create an interesting way of worship, perhaps, to continue to 'keep him at bay' or perhaps he could introduce to the narrative the concept of worship to strengthen him, and maybe he can crack his fingers through the brittle shell this place has over its expired ones.
He slides his hands up Zephir's legs, feeling the length of them.]
[ He tilts his head, observes his other half, not entirely unlike Delphine's feline, excitable sparks of interest. A fond memory, one that has remained within them through countless years, since before time was the path that all life walked toward death. Into Sully's arms, all of it. ]
Of course I do. That memory stays within me, always. Even when they tried to change us, I had dreams of that moment.
It's time for you to come back into my arms, to fit into them. To let me kill the excess.
[So that should Zephir continue to grow, Sully can trim him down to perfect balance. And just like that, in the same breath, Zephir can keep Sullivan from withering away. They are each other's perfect match, two needed sides of a single coin. Light and dark, sun and moon, life and death.
He's reaching for Zephir's neck, grabbing him to pull him in for a kiss.]
[ He lowers himself without resistance, meets his other half's mouth for a kiss. Lets anything and everything happen, eyes closed, skin bare, warmth against Death's cold touch. That's how he remains until the kiss and the process are over. ]
[Where Zephir's form changes in size, the lack of people around to perceive Sully leave him in a state of flux as well. As Sullivan's tongue enters Zephir's mouth their form changes, hands directing Zephir's palms to her chest; her nails grazing down his neck until she pulls back with a bite of his lip, a lick of the blood she draws.]
[ There's a breath, in and out, like leaving a dream and entering the waking world, where the first thing he sees is his first, only true love, standing before him in a shifting form, beauty unchanging. Zephir is no longer an inhuman giant; he's a man much taller than the figure in front of him, tasting his blood after a sharp kiss.
Zephir's hand is easily guided, cupping her breast with reverent affection; joined by another, both squeezing her chest, massaging it with thumbs, brushing over her nipples to tease them, to feel them perked under each fingertip. Zephir chases another kiss, feeds into her need and leaves her mouth to follow the path down the front of her throat, her collarbone, until his lips replace his hand, kissing and sucking on soft, flushed skin. ]
[Sullivan's face flickers back and forth, like a distorted video file; what was, what can be, what is. All the while she grips on to him, head lolling back with a breathy sigh; mussing with his hair and thinking of that false-life of siblinghood. Only they're much closer than they could've ever been in that realty, two true halves of a whole.
She holds on to each side of his head, guiding it breast to breast.]
You see what you make me do?
[Said like a purr somehow in the shell of his ear, after she bites her own lip and lets the inky-black blood pour down her chin, dotting her chest like rain for him.]
[ Zephir is like one of the animals he creates at times, when he's guided by nothing but instinct and the promise of something to eat. Sully guides him without resistance, places him where she wants him to be, where Zephir reaps the benefits and opens his mouth, tongue out, flicking over the peak of a nipple, smearing saliva on the way up to feast on her blood. It's his first drink in a while, however long they've managed to deny each other this delicacy, and Zephir's moan is wrapped in how much he missed it.
There's irony in something so wonderful being so bad inside their bodies — though really, is anything truly bad for them? — and he'll be producing the reaction to it soon enough. He'll feed it right back to Sully, and another cycle of devouring each other will begin. Zephir smiles, grins, pressing a kiss to her breast. ]
Do you see what you do to me?
im still mad at my icons im finally getting over it tho
[She can taste him on her lips, from transferred kisses to the fluid passing back and forth, mixing from a solid white or black to a murky, mixed grey. Her arms around Zephir are there to wither him down, to constrain him into her grip - feeding him warmth from a cold body, giving him reason to flourish them both back to an even base.]
[ He already feels it, the reaction to having Sully's essence in him, wanting to push it out, to heal him so that all of him is life. That's not true, though; not anymore. This place has managed to make him mortal, managed to kill him, and yet it didn't even grant him the blessing of being held in Death's arms. ]
You should have been there, [ He mutters, coming back up, biting down on his finger until white blood spills. The finger and blood are smeared on Sully's lower lip, then in between them. ] You should have carried me to the end, my Death.
[Said with the lust of a hopeful wanting need. They both know the universe, as they've crafted it, is an unpredictable thing. Here they are captured in the midst of it, tasting a lack of control without a loss of confidence. It's such a new experience - thrilling Sullivan with the possibilities yet to come.
She sucks on Zephir's finger, tries to lick back the blood, feeling the way Zephir heals her innately stir her stomach as well - both touches of life causing her to wretch, bringing up a mouthful of white this time, grey along the edges where it merges with her blood before she puts heir mouth firmly to his, coaxing him to let it pour down his throat.]
[ He drinks from her, this beautiful horror they've created between themselves as plants grow from the ground up and seal the tent shut, light coming through the thinness of its fabric. Here he keeps Sully, his loving prisoner, his to consume and to be his devourer for as long as they please. There will always be someone to clean up the mess anyway. ]
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I'll come to your tent now.
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[ There he'll be — a tall figure who could once stand up straight in his tent now forced to stay seated, suggesting a height nearing 9 or 10 feet tall. Delphine balances her tiny self on his knee, playing with his finger. ]
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My love.
[Look how tall you've grown.]
You're flourishing like all the greenery you're feeding. I suppose I have to put you in check.
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[ Delphine mewls, close to a squeak, her eyes on Sully. Zephir's, too, to watch him stand before Life and their kitten. ]
It helps to have people around us. I seem to forget without them. Good thing you're still here.
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[Back when they split from one another, one cup overfilling while the other emptied - they needed to be tethered to keep one another at the perfect balance. They found ways to prolong their meetings, their rejoinings, and part of that was in crafting their children; letting life blossom and bloom around them, and using that as the guide for their sights.
He reaches down to pick up Delphine, cupping her in his hands with a fondness still radiating. He breathes in a breath from the top of her head, the smell of youth on her, before putting her aside to rest on a throne made of a pillow so he could kneel before Zephir. One hand on either knee, he parts them.]
I'll be your reminder.
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Do they worship you here yet?
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[The confines of this place are dampening to the true effects of death. It could create an interesting way of worship, perhaps, to continue to 'keep him at bay' or perhaps he could introduce to the narrative the concept of worship to strengthen him, and maybe he can crack his fingers through the brittle shell this place has over its expired ones.
He slides his hands up Zephir's legs, feeling the length of them.]
Do you remember being in my arms the first time?
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Of course I do. That memory stays within me, always. Even when they tried to change us, I had dreams of that moment.
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[So that should Zephir continue to grow, Sully can trim him down to perfect balance. And just like that, in the same breath, Zephir can keep Sullivan from withering away. They are each other's perfect match, two needed sides of a single coin. Light and dark, sun and moon, life and death.
He's reaching for Zephir's neck, grabbing him to pull him in for a kiss.]
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Fill me.
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Zephir's hand is easily guided, cupping her breast with reverent affection; joined by another, both squeezing her chest, massaging it with thumbs, brushing over her nipples to tease them, to feel them perked under each fingertip. Zephir chases another kiss, feeds into her need and leaves her mouth to follow the path down the front of her throat, her collarbone, until his lips replace his hand, kissing and sucking on soft, flushed skin. ]
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She holds on to each side of his head, guiding it breast to breast.]
You see what you make me do?
[Said like a purr somehow in the shell of his ear, after she bites her own lip and lets the inky-black blood pour down her chin, dotting her chest like rain for him.]
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There's irony in something so wonderful being so bad inside their bodies — though really, is anything truly bad for them? — and he'll be producing the reaction to it soon enough. He'll feed it right back to Sully, and another cycle of devouring each other will begin. Zephir smiles, grins, pressing a kiss to her breast. ]
Do you see what you do to me?
im still mad at my icons im finally getting over it tho
Breathe life into me. I want to feel you.
they will heal !!
You should have been there, [ He mutters, coming back up, biting down on his finger until white blood spills. The finger and blood are smeared on Sully's lower lip, then in between them. ] You should have carried me to the end, my Death.
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[Said with the lust of a hopeful wanting need. They both know the universe, as they've crafted it, is an unpredictable thing. Here they are captured in the midst of it, tasting a lack of control without a loss of confidence. It's such a new experience - thrilling Sullivan with the possibilities yet to come.
She sucks on Zephir's finger, tries to lick back the blood, feeling the way Zephir heals her innately stir her stomach as well - both touches of life causing her to wretch, bringing up a mouthful of white this time, grey along the edges where it merges with her blood before she puts heir mouth firmly to his, coaxing him to let it pour down his throat.]
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