[Their strength locks against one another and Sullivan finds himself smiling, still lacking any true fear of his other half - treating this more as an inconvenience than anything. Seeing fury, seeing need or want on Zephir is still exhilarating, and he'll have to recount every detail to him later. For now, he lets him scratch at him.
Zephir, his beautiful Zephir, is wearing the guise of death and if that's what he needs to right himself, who is he to reject him?]
You need others.
[Life is beautiful when it is budding flowers and cool rains. It is beautiful when it is fresh life and sunny skies. But it can be cold and cutting too, as animals cut down one another to feed. Life is survival and death must support that. He won't bait them into traps for him, no, not yet. But he will let Zephir free to be the beauty of life in motion that he's meant to be.]
no subject
Zephir, his beautiful Zephir, is wearing the guise of death and if that's what he needs to right himself, who is he to reject him?]
You need others.
[Life is beautiful when it is budding flowers and cool rains. It is beautiful when it is fresh life and sunny skies. But it can be cold and cutting too, as animals cut down one another to feed. Life is survival and death must support that. He won't bait them into traps for him, no, not yet. But he will let Zephir free to be the beauty of life in motion that he's meant to be.]