(She doesn't want to look at first and then, after he's held it to the light to admire, she looks and can't tear her gaze away from it, the little thing pinched in his bloody fingers, the sheen of it underneath all the red. There's more to it than the dark of the exterior; it glints when he twists it, brings it to his mouth. She exhales in a hard rush when he swallows.
Just like that.
She croaks,) Where did it go? (Maybe he's like a greenhouse inside, hollow and humid, and the seed will sink down and take root inside the lining of his body. It's intimate in a way she can't explain, made worse by the gentle way he sews her up, drawing the same lines up her to erase the hole in her.
She felt hotter when his hand was there and strangely empty now. It's hard to know what to say. Slowly she uncurls her hand from him, passing the breadth of her thumb across the nail marks left behind, which remain there.)
[ She is as she first started, skin sealed and blood staining them both, but Zephir watches as though he can see some change in her. Ptolemais is a part of him now, and she'll be a part of his garden soon, then part of a garden of her own. It'll be interesting to see how someone can take care of themself when a part of their body lives outside of it. Leaving the nail marks unhealed — for now — Zephir places his hand over her knuckles, smile small and gaze understanding, a fond gesture after the gruesome affair. ]
It'll leave my body eventually. Then I'll show you what was inside you.
[ The potential. The seed wasn't there until she drank his blood. ]
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Just like that.
She croaks,) Where did it go? (Maybe he's like a greenhouse inside, hollow and humid, and the seed will sink down and take root inside the lining of his body. It's intimate in a way she can't explain, made worse by the gentle way he sews her up, drawing the same lines up her to erase the hole in her.
She felt hotter when his hand was there and strangely empty now. It's hard to know what to say. Slowly she uncurls her hand from him, passing the breadth of her thumb across the nail marks left behind, which remain there.)
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It'll leave my body eventually. Then I'll show you what was inside you.
[ The potential. The seed wasn't there until she drank his blood. ]
Tell me how you feel.