[ 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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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.