[ Theo sits and Zephir is already touching him, one hand on his side, the other on his leg, sliding inward. He tilts his head up, nothing in his gaze but the man he's looking at, same old smile that's so full of himself and full of warmth for the other. He softens his voice, intimate and suggestive, the gift of worship still exposed on the table that Theo now separates him from. ]
We do the same, love. I drink from him and he drinks from me, until all we can think of is fucking and drinking so we can keep fucking. I've given it to you; he's given it to her while they did the same.
We like that our blood is used for this. There will always be plenty for you. If you want it.
[For sharing with Cellar, but also for drinking of Zephir plain and simple, too. He slings his arm around Zephir's neck and shoulder, leaning against him, feeling like an older life of himself for how he fits in his lap despite his own height and lengthy limbs. The proportions just seem to still work, with Zephir so tall and perfect to nest against. Theo enjoys his wandering touch, too.]
I... am not picky? I don't know how you, uh... do this.
[Bleed in a jar? Nut in a jar? Spit in a jar? Does it matter, in the end? Is he going to have to help out? Theo cocks his head to the side, before raising his brows.]
[ Zephir looks off for a moment. Asks Theo to get off his lap so he can stand up and fetch a small glass container, brought back and deposited in Theo's hands. ]
Hold it steady.
[ He drags a finger across his own palm, slicing his skin open. Blood pours, pure white, into the container, leaving it with more than enough to fulfill Theo's goals. Some drops pour down the outer side, others stain the floor and run down to Zephir's wrist when the hand is held up and sealed again. After that he walks off to purge dark sludge into a different glass, reserved for Sully. ]
[Theo feels out of his league in that period of time between Zephir slitting his palm open and when he breaks whatever trance Theo fell into by walking away. He was oddly transfixed, staring at the flow of blood - now looking down to what he's holding, and the gathering of it there. He feels the itch in him to want to taste it, but he needs to wait. This has a purpose, after all.]
You're welcome. [ Wiping the black sludge from his lips, licking them clean, he rejoins Theo, strings of white blood clinging to his inner wrist. He shows it to him. ]
Would you like to taste it? Free of charge, this one.
[He doesn't think he has it in him to say no. Something about Zephir instills an eagerness to bend, to please. It's not the greatest trait to have reinforced all the time but... it feels good, for Theo. In a way he can't scratch with other people the same way. He tentatively reaches, keeping eye contact while he does it, up until the point he'll take that taste with the flat of his tongue and the softest of sighs.
... Would it hurt to fuck around just a little? He's already feeling predictably aroused.]
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We do the same, love. I drink from him and he drinks from me, until all we can think of is fucking and drinking so we can keep fucking. I've given it to you; he's given it to her while they did the same.
We like that our blood is used for this. There will always be plenty for you. If you want it.
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[For sharing with Cellar, but also for drinking of Zephir plain and simple, too. He slings his arm around Zephir's neck and shoulder, leaning against him, feeling like an older life of himself for how he fits in his lap despite his own height and lengthy limbs. The proportions just seem to still work, with Zephir so tall and perfect to nest against. Theo enjoys his wandering touch, too.]
I'm rather glad I've gotten to meet you.
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[ The new addition to his collection, the start to a form of worship through art. A new hobby for himself and his dear Death. ]
And how will you collect my blood, love.
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[That's for the what with, he supposes. He pauses, looking back to Zephir to see if he instead means:]
Or do you mean how, because... well. That'd be up to you.
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I'm sure something can be arranged. [ As for the second part, ] I think it should be up to you, actually. Since you're the one who's using it.
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[Bleed in a jar? Nut in a jar? Spit in a jar? Does it matter, in the end? Is he going to have to help out? Theo cocks his head to the side, before raising his brows.]
... You can surprise me?
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[ Zephir looks off for a moment. Asks Theo to get off his lap so he can stand up and fetch a small glass container, brought back and deposited in Theo's hands. ]
Hold it steady.
[ He drags a finger across his own palm, slicing his skin open. Blood pours, pure white, into the container, leaving it with more than enough to fulfill Theo's goals. Some drops pour down the outer side, others stain the floor and run down to Zephir's wrist when the hand is held up and sealed again. After that he walks off to purge dark sludge into a different glass, reserved for Sully. ]
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... Thanks.
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Would you like to taste it? Free of charge, this one.
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[He doesn't think he has it in him to say no. Something about Zephir instills an eagerness to bend, to please. It's not the greatest trait to have reinforced all the time but... it feels good, for Theo. In a way he can't scratch with other people the same way. He tentatively reaches, keeping eye contact while he does it, up until the point he'll take that taste with the flat of his tongue and the softest of sighs.
... Would it hurt to fuck around just a little? He's already feeling predictably aroused.]