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Perhaps surprisingly, friend looks up and points at the sky, the gathering storm clouds in the far distance over the sea. There is a hint of deep red, or perhaps brighter purple in them now.

"█̤͓͗̄̀͟█̼̤̙̰͍̅̄̈́̓͡█̩̣̥̒̄̈͟͞ ̥͈̣͚̇̆̅͘█̢̦͚͋̐͘.̪͍̗͍͓̖͑̔͌̐͂̕"

"End."

Well!

[ his vision follows the pointing, ]

Is that coming shortly?

Bird-Levity stills, thinking, before turning to look at Absinthe - but for some reason, it's never quite possible to see his face. As the shape flickers, there's always something hiding it, even if not completely - the cowl of Amaurotine robes, the mask, the visor Levity wears in Imeeji, the metal features of the assistant.

"█̢̛̪͓̝̥̺̆̐̌̆̀█̛͍̺̩̣̘͎͊́͑̕͝ ͕͗█̛̖͚̺̼͚̈̾͊͝█̯̖̭͉͐̇̀̓̓͟ ͉̱͕̆̐̈́͊͜͝ͅ█̼̹̈́̔.̼͔̈́̽ ̡̝̘̙͓̀͂̇̈́͋"

He tries again, and this time his words are more understandable.

"shortly. and always. nothing... but wait."

Do you wish for it, or do you fear it?

[ curiously he reaches to touch an arm-wing-sleeve. ]

The touch is allowed! Where Absinthe touches it stays the same shape as it was at the moment of contact, but the rest of him keeps shifting. He looks a little... confused at the question.

"n̰̉o feà̡r̡̒. ̤̓no wish."

Bird-Levity looks up at the sky again, with a soft smile.

"it has already come. and it will again. and i wait."

I see.

[ he gives the arm a pat and then looks at the corpse, ]

And him? Does he also wait?

Bird-Levity shakes his head with another smile.

"too late. him first. then me."

And were there others before him?

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"one. before him."

There's sadness in his voice now as he gently combs through the deceased Levity's hair... and then just as gently slides his hand down, fingers becoming steel blades, to slit the corpse's throat, carve off another piece of him, bring it to his own mouth.

"only pieces left. never whole again. but i can keep them safe."

[ Boy You Have Some Issues

wonder who could have helped with that. his eyebrows raise again but he seems more amused than disgusted, though. ]

And that is safety, for you?

Who indeed........... we will never know! Or will we?

Bird-Levity smiles again, lips bloodied.

"part of me, this way..."

You've taken that suggestion of mine very seriously, have you?

Maybe you shouldn't have talked vore at him if you didn't want him to?

He hums, tilts his head.

"...way of mortals. to feed on others. become something... else."

You are hardly mortal yourself, my friend.

Do you mind if I partake?

He nods, smiling happily - friend to help him keep Levity safe by way of symbolic(?) vore!

"you too... are part of things he was."

A touching sentiment.

[ he says as he prods the corpse, ]

I'll have to ask that you slice a piece off for me.

He nods, seems to gather himself a little - and one of his arms stays a more permanent shape, though still a mix of flesh and steel merging into each other.

"which?"

I've always been quite fond of his face.

[ he taps a cheek, indicative. ]

Another nod, and Birdity leans down to sink his fingerblades into the flesh of Levity's face, carefully cutting out the cheek meat. Dum de dum, everything is normal here! Once done, he gently scoops it up to offer to Absinthe with a smile.

[ there's a shallow gesture of a bow, in thanks before he takes the cheek meat, taking it all into his mouth in one bite

What does it taste like actually. regular Levity meats?? ]

It is, in fact, regular Levity meats! As much as this is all A Metaphor, the corpse does represent Levity on the physical level, which means it's... well. Levity. Have fun voring parts of him you wouldn't usually get to eat irl?

[ he will, in fact!!

and he's going to swallow one he's done chewing before gesturing again, this time to corpse Levity's chest. ]

If you'll forgive my greed.

Birdity shakes his head, sliding his hand down to start carving up the chest.

"not greed. helping."

so like do you want some titty or what's up

[ he wants the heart, the organ of the titty. ]

Deeper, please. I would like to see inside of him.

gay.

Another nod! Birdity busies himself delicately opening up the corpse, following the lines of the ribcage. It's all fiddly work that leaves his arms and hands completely bloodied, but he manages! One sufficiently carved up corpse, here you go.

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