[A nameless stranger that you know the eating habits of, dear Zephir?
Sullivan has never put down a glass so abruptly, nor has he lamented the distance in their rooms once since arriving. (A needed distance, but one annoying all the same when he feels an unusual stirring in his chest as he walks it. Anxiety?) Apologies due to the people he brushes past without stopping, moving like a bullet on course.
[ And there she is, like the entire room was framed around her presence — Delphine lying on a wine-colored pillow by the window, looking perfectly relaxed. Zephir sits nearby, running his hand down her back with one hand, smoking with the other.
[Sullivan feels such a pulse of relief when he enters the room, laying eyes on the two things in the world he loves most. The other half he cannot exist without and, well, his chosen child who he could live without but would resent every second. The door is shoved shut behind him and he moves forward, gaze on Delphine like it's magnetized, up until he's in front of her and squatting down to look at her face to face.
That's his girl.
She's the only thing that exists for a moment, eye to eye, the expression on Sullivan's face soft and smitten. He leans to kiss her head, breathing in the pleasant scent before he seems to come out of his daze, looking at Zephir. He moves toward him, standing up from his squat to lean over Zephir - plucking the cigarette from his lips so that he can breathe in the smoke from his exhale before laying lips to lips in a deep and thankful kiss.]
[ Smile as bright as sunshine, Zephir lets Sullivan take the puff of smoke and waits for the kiss to come, indulging in the sentiment of gratitude and a job well done. Keeping him close, anchored by a hand on his nape, Zephir takes his little prize for a while longer, eyes shut, then finally lets go. The cigarette is between his lips once more. ]
[He can still taste Zephir on his lips, leaning to lick them one more time before he straightens up; his whole demeanor is shifted, Death is happy and that's probably for the best of everyone in the manor. He would've brought some tins with him, however...]
I'll have to either take her to the dining room or go pick up her order. They're kind of picky about sending food to the rooms. How did you ever manage this, my love?
[ And be incredibly fucking lucky, because the library doesn't have a great track record with producing the living. Zephir sees Sully happy and grins, leaning back against the nearest wall. ]
The library has impeccable taste. As I knew it would.
[How else did Delphine not go splat inside the library? Sullivan would easily believe Zephir's influence had stock in the success, but whatever it was - he's indeed happy. He spends a long moment just gazing at Delphine, who is cleaning her paws with no regard to his existence.]
I'd say I owe you, but I feel we're even again. I'll need to still thank you thoroughly tonight.
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I'll be there in ten
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Try to bring some shrimp with you.
Or salmon, perhaps? I forget which one is her favorite.
[ :) ]
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Sullivan has never put down a glass so abruptly, nor has he lamented the distance in their rooms once since arriving. (A needed distance, but one annoying all the same when he feels an unusual stirring in his chest as he walks it. Anxiety?) Apologies due to the people he brushes past without stopping, moving like a bullet on course.
He doesn't knock. He just enters.]
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He smiles at Sully, pleased with himself. ]
Found her.
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That's his girl.
She's the only thing that exists for a moment, eye to eye, the expression on Sullivan's face soft and smitten. He leans to kiss her head, breathing in the pleasant scent before he seems to come out of his daze, looking at Zephir. He moves toward him, standing up from his squat to lean over Zephir - plucking the cigarette from his lips so that he can breathe in the smoke from his exhale before laying lips to lips in a deep and thankful kiss.]
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So which one was it? The shrimp or the salmon?
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[He can still taste Zephir on his lips, leaning to lick them one more time before he straightens up; his whole demeanor is shifted, Death is happy and that's probably for the best of everyone in the manor. He would've brought some tins with him, however...]
I'll have to either take her to the dining room or go pick up her order. They're kind of picky about sending food to the rooms. How did you ever manage this, my love?
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[ And be incredibly fucking lucky, because the library doesn't have a great track record with producing the living. Zephir sees Sully happy and grins, leaning back against the nearest wall. ]
The library has impeccable taste. As I knew it would.
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[How else did Delphine not go splat inside the library? Sullivan would easily believe Zephir's influence had stock in the success, but whatever it was - he's indeed happy. He spends a long moment just gazing at Delphine, who is cleaning her paws with no regard to his existence.]
I'd say I owe you, but I feel we're even again. I'll need to still thank you thoroughly tonight.
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[ Ah, to have Zephir's ego. ]
I can wait. For once.
[ He gets this exception, just to reunite with Delphine. So generous. ]
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[Because he's gonna go spoil Delphine, immediately.]
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[ All eyes on her. To which she looks up at him and offers one (1) slow blink. ]
It would be my pleasure.
🎀🐈⬛🦐
Come now, my favorite ones. It's time to celebrate our reunion.