[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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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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