[ Questions make it worse — no, hunger makes it worse, and he keeps denying himself when there's a source right in front of him. A source that will destroy him from within, if the deity speaks the truth.
(Zephir needs to know if it's the truth. The aberration just needs to feed.) ]
Enough.
[ Grabbing Sear by the shoulder, Zephir stands in front of him and watches coldly, then intensely, two facets battling for control. No more questions, they both say. ]
I need you to bleed.
[ So that he can burn. Zephir moves in, mouth open, fangs seeking a neck. ]
no subject
(Zephir needs to know if it's the truth. The aberration just needs to feed.) ]
Enough.
[ Grabbing Sear by the shoulder, Zephir stands in front of him and watches coldly, then intensely, two facets battling for control. No more questions, they both say. ]
I need you to bleed.
[ So that he can burn. Zephir moves in, mouth open, fangs seeking a neck. ]