[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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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. ]