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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[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.]