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[jemerite]

[Zinc is sitting before one of the large windows in her home, feet dangling from the upper mezzanine, looking out at the snow. The pale lighting makes her ashen skin all the more pallid. She is singing to herself quietly, it isn't a particularly pleasant sound, voice dry and cracked, ragged and out of tune. The vine is happy to translate what she is saying, and will probably have to do so,]

Tu brises mon coeur...

[She murmurs the little song to herself absentmindely, but gives up somewhere in the middle, lowering her chin to the railing across the edge, staring blankly out the window. Eventually, she gets around to saying something of her own, and even then there's no one else there for her to be speaking to. Does she even know the vine is there? She's not looked at it once, so far.]

Même si vous ne pouvez pas m'entendre. Il fait froid et tu me manques, salaud.

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[jemerite]

A bed to sleep in, food to eat... puzzles to play with.

[Zinc reaches up to touch her hair gently. It was one of the most delicate parts of a zombie to maintain, would fall out without careful maintenance. Something Zinc did for herself here in the Garden.]

And... my appearance. He does work hard, to keep me, like I was.

[Although the pursuit was a wedge between them. He could not preserve her the way she was, so much of her beauty had been her strength and energy. It hurt him to see her as she was, she knew that, even if he did not admit it.]

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[existwithoutme.livejournal.com]

You don't owe him for these things. He keeps you like a pet yet treats you as less than that--scorning and humiliating you. It is for that that you owe him, but the only thing you owe him is death.

[She waves a hand.] Your appearance. Nothing is more easily altered. I could cast such a glamour on you--you would shine like the sun, as radiant as dawn.