Morbid Tea - Tumblr Posts
ZYZBON: oh, hey anahit. well. yoU're pretty. and very serioUs, bUt not in a bad way or anything. more like in a way where yoU keep me from doing stUpid shit. I really like it when yoU come over, or when yoU let me come over. yoU're a lot more fUn to hang oUt with than what other trolls might think. ///
ZYZBON: yoU showing Up actUally reminded me to get something bUrgUndy to wear... maybe a necklace, or a bracelet. or a hairclip, bUt I'd totally forget to wear that.. mind coming over and helping me choose? ///
ZYZBON: not to be lame bUt. 11/10. ///
ZYZBON JUDGEMENT MEME >:D
see what an energy-drink addicted loser gold girl thinks of your fantroll! based on pure vibes (she doesnt like ceruleans 90% of the time)
-> It seems a little thing of flowers and a knitted stuffed animal was left outside of Zyzbon's hive! Alongside them was a card that simply read "Enjoy ↓he gif↓s, my dear. - A. Vimura"
-> Zyzbon looks positively delighted at this gift! She ends up putting the flowers in a tall cup with water in it and the stuffed animal right next to her recuperacoon. She's sure to read the card over and over.
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[Event happens a couple nights after attack]
Anahit was resting within her cocoon, her face poking halfway through the semi-thick, gooey green slime. Her eyes were closed, head tilted back slightly as she rested her aching body. Her shoulder burned with a dull pain, her back still screaming at her from the impact of the rock that was thrown at her. After being attacked, Anahit’s neighbor, Veketi, the person she hated for basically all of her life, had been staying with her for the past couple of nights, making sure she was resting and helping her tend to her wounds. A groan escaped her lips as she moved her shoulder, huffing softly. That bone would leave a scar, that she knew for sure. Anahit attempted to sink herself deeper into the slime until a knock sounded from outside of her respiteblock. She hissed out a sigh while pulling herself up, muttering “who is it” grumpily under her breath. “It’s simply me, Anahit. Someone is here to see you and I was going to allow her entrance to your respiteblock, but I thought I’d ask first before I did so.” Veketi’s voice spoke from behind the door as Anahit craned her neck up slightly, looking over the edge of her cocoon. Someone was here to see her? Well, that could mean one of two people. Even if she cared for them both, she was hoping it was one over the other. “Let her in,” Anahit said softly, adjusting herself so she’s properly sitting upright. The door opened and a familiar lowblood girl shuffled into the room before her eyes landed on Anahit, moving over to the side of her cocoon quickly. “Annie…!” Zyzbon frowned the moment she laid eyes on her matesprite, leaning on the side of her matesprite’s cocoon. Anahit just smiled softly and freed one of her hands from the slime, laying it over the cocoon so her matesprite could gently grasp it within her own, pressing her cheek against Anahit’s palm. “My dear Zyzbon…” Anahit mumbled softly while resting her head against the rim of the cocoon, her eyes softened and half-lidded as she stared at her matesprite. A comfortable silence washed over the room as Zyzbon gently played with Anahit’s fingers, carefully bending and flexing them. Anahit could feel the anxiety radiating off her beloved, her heart aching a little at the sheer idea of Zyzbon being worried about her. Anahit opened her mouth to speak, but was silenced once Zyzbon beat her to it. “Are… Are you okay, Annie…? Your… Your neighbor told me what happened and… And I wanted to come see you.” Zyzbon knew that wasn’t the truth, how else would she explain how she knew Anahit was hurt? Anahit was quiet for a moment before she spoke. “I’m fine, dear. I just need to rest for a while… Then I’ll be back to my old self, alright?” Zyzbon shifted her weight as she squeezed her lover’s hand in hers, looking down at the Burgundyblood in her cocoon. “D-Does Cerrin know…?” Her question came out a lot softer than she wanted it to, making Anahit take a moment to process what she said. The Burgundyblood clicked her tongue, looking away from the other lowblood. “No”, she said softly as her gaze remained on the wall in front of her. Zyzbon nodded and decided to not push any further, leaning more of her body weight onto the cocoon. That same comfortable silence once again fell over them, Anahit starting to sink back into her cocoon. “Annie…?” Zyzbon’s voice came out softly, making the Burgundyblood looking over at her with softened eyes. Zyzbon gently squeezed her matesprite’s hand. “Can… Can I stay with you for a bit…? J-Just to make sure you’re okay. Please?” Anahit laughed softly with a smile, nodding. “Of course, dear. Whatever makes you feel better.” Zyzbon smiled at this, her four ears wiggling softly. “Red for you, Anahit…” “Red for you too, Zyzbon.”
Zyzbon - @ketchfantrolls Cerrin - @wormstuck
