[ 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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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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