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[this mother-]

fucker.
try killing someone to see if it'll last longer

I don't kill. Would you like to see what it looks like?

oh duh! that's useless of you

no i don't

[5 minutes later:]

fine show me

Is it?

[ No reply after two minutes, four... Getting dangerously close to activating the ignoring is actually an invitation to come over mode, until — ah, there he is again. ]

Gladly. Come any time.

[ :) ]

uh no im not coming over there just take a video or some shit

Oh? Are we shy all of a sudden?

i hate you and i want to kill you

why do i need to be there

You had your chance to do that. You just let it get away. Because you owe yourself that much.

it was fucking impossible and when it wasn't a twink zombie took it from me.

[and he's not addressing that last bit, buuuut his curiosity does get the best of him. he doesn't knock when he arrives, swinging the door open only to linger in the doorway, surveying the space. then he's just in it, stalking around, mood foul, eyes locked on zephir.]

So? You wanna show me what you stole?

[ Saber is greeted with a bright smile, like his last visit never happened. The room is full of plants, mundane species sat next to unique ones, unusual to the point of seeming uncanny. Each of the latter are grown out of seeds he took from people's bodies. ]

Stole? [ Sat by the window, Zephir makes a motion with his head. How harsh, Saber! Anyway, ] Can't you guess?

[ He gestures with the hand holding a cigarette before it goes back between his lips. Zephir was right: Saber's plant has the color and texture of meat rotten to the point of losing any color, dark all over. ]

Don't worry. I don't intend to give up on you.

[ #freak ]

Don't screw around with me.

[there's no point in pretending to be nice to zephir. he might have once, if he'd known about his powers before he was royally fooled. he can still remember the taste of her - him - in his mouth. if showing him exactly where the plant is happens to be a trick, saber falls for it. standing next to it, poking at its leaves with a look of annoyance. a cat tempted to knock the pot over.]

You don't want to give up? Suck it up, you should. I'm taking this back.

You're taking it back. [ Parroted with mirth, like he just heard a child make an ambitiously silly claim. He breathes out smoke. ] And what do you plan to do with it?

[he hates that tone that zephir is taking with him. one hand firmly placed on the desk, fingers at the edge of the pot.]

Maybe I'll eat it. Or burn it. Better than whatever you're doing with it here if you can't keep it alive.

[ It tracks, once Zephir gives it some thought. He sees someone greedy and selfish in those solutions — who either consumes something to own it, or destroys it to make sure no one else can. ]

You can do that here.

[ The same cool dismissiveness of a parent, only less amused, bringing the cigarette back to his lips. ]

But I will require another seed after you're done.

No. [nose wrinkling as the second statement is processed.] Fuck no.

[lashing out as a petulant child right back at him, saber grabs the pot and takes a few steps toward the door (like he'll get away with it).]

You're not gettin' anything for your collection. That's what all this is, isn't it? Seeds you've taken from people? Not mine. You don't get mine.

[ He lifts his head, watches to check whether Saber will walk away or break the thing on the spot, cigarette idly burning away between his fingers.

The next time Saber blinks, Zephir will be between him and the door, watching serenely. Silent, almost unmoving, making it seem like he moved at an inhuman speed, until his voice is heard from the very same spot he was before — turns out Zepir is still there, too, smoking.

The only thing better (worse) than one Zephir is two of them? ]

You can do that here, [ The original repeats. ]

[not this shit again. again, like he's experienced it before when he hasn't. saber knows enough about messing around with life that he doesn't want to do it again. not when there are two of them. stopping abruptly when the other zephir makes his appearance, he turns halfway to look at the original.]

Take your garbage out.

[ The Zephir by the window simply takes another drag, eyes on his copy. The copy steps closer to grab Saber's face, turn it to face the plant he's so determined to confiscate; again, it isn't the one who speaks, tone audibly different by the word. The voice is coming from the one by the window. ]

Eat your rot, Saber. Or I will feed it to you myself.

[he feels - hatred. disgust, as the copy makes to touch him. he doesn't know where to put any of those feelings, coiled so tight in his stomach. hating himself for falling for zephir's tricks, hating zephir for being the trick.]

No, you won't.

[saber ducks out of the clone's reach, twisting around to kick right at his kneecap. he doesn't know what that will do aside from send a message that he's not going to be compliant. he doesn't want to eat it now, naturally, so he drops the pot onto the floor. ceramic crashes apart, pieces gliding in all directions.]

Have fun with that.

[ Everything that should happen happens, and the next time the copy falls out of Saber's view, it and its damaged leg will be gone, leaving Saber alone with a god and an act of rebellion shattered on the floor.

Paced in his movements, deliberate in how he watches the other man, Zephir puts the cigarette out in his own palm, the noise and smell of burnt flesh floating between them. Away from the window, crunching ceramic under his shoes every other step, he comes closer to the rotten, splattered plant, kneeling down to pick up a fragile piece before he's towering over Saber again. Already healed from the burn, he uses the resulting black substance generated in his mouth to spit it onto the plant. The dark sludge is quickly absorbed; in the seconds that follow, what once looked like a replica of decayed flesh reverts back into something more fitting to be in a pot. This is how Zephir has been healing what refuses to stay alive. ]

It feeds on death. All the others prefer life, but not this one.

[ And he hands that little piece over to Saber, if he'll take it. The rest is staying here, the threat he issued minutes ago seemingly a thing of the past. ]

You can visit us any time.

[zephir casts a heavy shadow over him and instincts tell him to step back, but saber's anger wins and keep him in place. annoyance twists up his expression as he watches the plant get brought back to some semblance of life.]

'Cause I feed on death. What's so surprising about that? Damn thing came from me, after all.

[staring down at the piece zephir holds out to him, then up to meet his eyes as he snatches it from his grasp like he'd been holding it from him in the first place. for saber, he reminded him of it after being forgotten about. like he knew he was moving on from their little 'tussle'.]

Fuck you.

[a broken record at this point and he doesn't care. at least he got part of it back, right? he'll be going now.]

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