[ Something nostalgic brushes his smile, a topic that's left its mark on so many worlds resurfaced like a scar with an origin many still don't understand. How many would tolerate the insanity of a claim that that one took place due to love, too? Because he needed Death to stay more than any creature unable to survive what came next? (upcoming book title: I killed every dinosaur for my boo and I bet you would too)
Agreeably, eyes shut for a moment, he gestures with his head. No, he's not human. Anything there is to read remains as it was outside of February and outside of June. ]
They will make you forget. Eventually. You may even be convinced that it was your choice to forget.
[ A prophecy, or an inevitability. They are in Saltburnt, after all. The place that has made Life mortal twice. Got it killed once. Anything is, for better or for worse, possible.
Reaching into his pocket, Zephir takes out neatly folded underwear. Washed, as good as new. Self-promoting Calvin Kleins on the waistband. ]
[koby’s expression shifts, slightly – forgetting zephir himself or forgetting it all, he wants to ask, wants to make certain what he’s being told, finding patterns and signs where perhaps none are, but. time and place.
still, softly:] Is that what always happens? To you? People forget?
[it’s a grim question to ask, especially with zephir’s next action – a perfectly polite one which nevertheless makes koby’s face flush crimson, reaching out to quickly grab the clothing.]
Sometimes. And then sometimes they simply convince themselves that I was never real. It's easier to believe in other things that way.
[ Be it other gods, or because they'd rather blame all the pleasurable atrocities Zephir's done to their bodies on their imagination rather than their memories. ]
[koby pauses for a moment, tilting his head to one side, feeling out the strange, too-real, too-bright edge of zephir’s mind, the shape of his bright aura.]
I’ll write you down. As someone who was kind to me, when I wasn’t a very kind person.
[both meanings of it – how will he make it stick, and who will zephir be, in koby’s memory?]
[ He reaches for Koby's hair, stroking a strand of his bangs between thumb and index, as if checking for something. Simply admiring a part of this wonderful creature before him. He already got Theo to worship him, and as much as Zephir would insist that he has no need to be recognized as a deity, it certainly has some attractive qualities. What would it take with this one? ]
Let me know when you've written about me, love. If I like it, I'll share a secret with you.
[koby’s odd in his beliefs – not quite at a place where he would or could give devoted dedication to a deity, too pragmatic and disillusioned and emotional all at once. but to a person, an idea, a concept?
easily. freely. and he knows zephir as alaric, knows him as a strange, bright, perplexing warmth in his mind’s eye, and so he looks up and up and smiles eagerly, because secrets and knowledge and insight are as tantalizing to him as the hand toying with his hair.]
Um. Okay. I’ll – send you what I have, when I have it.
[ Brushing the young man's hair one more time, Zephir looks like he's contemplating their options. He's done what he came here for — a little more than that — and he's curious about how differently sex would play out in their current state. It'd be too much for the majority of the guests, sure. That's hardly stopped him before.
Zephir drops his hand back to his side. ]
Thank you for meeting me here. [ Even though it was, supposedly, just to return what belonged to the other Koby. ] I'll think of you. And your scars.
[ A genuinely fond goodbye. Zephir walks past Koby and towards the manor, greeted by a black cat when he makes it to the main doors. ]
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Agreeably, eyes shut for a moment, he gestures with his head. No, he's not human. Anything there is to read remains as it was outside of February and outside of June. ]
They will make you forget. Eventually. You may even be convinced that it was your choice to forget.
[ A prophecy, or an inevitability. They are in Saltburnt, after all. The place that has made Life mortal twice. Got it killed once. Anything is, for better or for worse, possible.
Reaching into his pocket, Zephir takes out neatly folded underwear. Washed, as good as new. Self-promoting Calvin Kleins on the waistband. ]
In acceptable condition, I hope.
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still, softly:] Is that what always happens? To you? People forget?
[it’s a grim question to ask, especially with zephir’s next action – a perfectly polite one which nevertheless makes koby’s face flush crimson, reaching out to quickly grab the clothing.]
I-I’m sure it is, y-yes. Thank you. Very much.
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[ Be it other gods, or because they'd rather blame all the pleasurable atrocities Zephir's done to their bodies on their imagination rather than their memories. ]
How will you remember me?
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I’ll write you down. As someone who was kind to me, when I wasn’t a very kind person.
[both meanings of it – how will he make it stick, and who will zephir be, in koby’s memory?]
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Let me know when you've written about me, love. If I like it, I'll share a secret with you.
[ He doesn't hide that it's about the house. ]
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[koby’s odd in his beliefs – not quite at a place where he would or could give devoted dedication to a deity, too pragmatic and disillusioned and emotional all at once. but to a person, an idea, a concept?
easily. freely. and he knows zephir as alaric, knows him as a strange, bright, perplexing warmth in his mind’s eye, and so he looks up and up and smiles eagerly, because secrets and knowledge and insight are as tantalizing to him as the hand toying with his hair.]
Um. Okay. I’ll – send you what I have, when I have it.
🎀!
[ Brushing the young man's hair one more time, Zephir looks like he's contemplating their options. He's done what he came here for — a little more than that — and he's curious about how differently sex would play out in their current state. It'd be too much for the majority of the guests, sure. That's hardly stopped him before.
Zephir drops his hand back to his side. ]
Thank you for meeting me here. [ Even though it was, supposedly, just to return what belonged to the other Koby. ] I'll think of you. And your scars.
[ A genuinely fond goodbye. Zephir walks past Koby and towards the manor, greeted by a black cat when he makes it to the main doors. ]