[Take all you need, take all you want - it's both, for him. He tries to nurse him like a drink, but it's been a long time since he started feeling thirsty - and that thirst rolls over him hard. He digs his nails in to the nape of Zephir's neck, licking stripes up his throat and over his lips. They have always been messy eaters. Messy drinkers.
He's breathing hard. Harder still when he bites into the flesh of Life's neck, teeth jagged and canine in how they tear into him. He just wants to shake his head, snap his neck, feast on his remains like the animal he makes him feel like. His blood is like the purest water you could ever imagine, ice cold and with a clarity beyond comprehension. It's the second (or tied with second,) best thing he can drink from him even if that purity brings itself back up as a milky goo, starting the most disgusting game of snowball.]
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He's breathing hard. Harder still when he bites into the flesh of Life's neck, teeth jagged and canine in how they tear into him. He just wants to shake his head, snap his neck, feast on his remains like the animal he makes him feel like. His blood is like the purest water you could ever imagine, ice cold and with a clarity beyond comprehension. It's the second (or tied with second,) best thing he can drink from him even if that purity brings itself back up as a milky goo, starting the most disgusting game of snowball.]