Re: In-person: Zee/John
[Even different, he was the same. Even different, she was the same. Different paths, but the same souls, and she'd decided now. That was how it was here, and only the footsteps varied. She looked at him, with his sharp blue gaze that was so familiar she could trace it in gold on the air between them, eyes closed and no need of a reminder.] We're the same, John. We're variations on a theme. We dreamed different dreams, but we're the same here. [She touched her hand to his chest, a spread of warmth and magic in her fingers and heat and sparks dancing along the white of his shirt. No backwards magic required, and it was just who she was in the presence of someone else who felt the universe's pull as more than something physical, organic and flesh.
When he said she hadn't dumped him, she smiled the smile of that girl who liked mischief, nearly-violet eyes alight and bright.] I did, and as far as I'm concerned, you're still dumped.
[She'd brought him here to talk about evil, but she wasn't inclined any longer. She didn't feel as alone as she had when she'd called him to her. She leaned in, and she pressed her lips to his cheek, and she whispered.]
"Dnes mih emoh."
[And that pull came from behind his bellybutton again. She sat back, and the last thing he saw - before he ported back to where he'd been - was her smile.]