She's a gog awful, loud mouth, opinionated, bulge-munch. You wouldn't want her any other way.
She's beautiful. Those beautiful eyes, you're absolutely positive they were even better when she were alive. The way she talks entices you, you wish to hear her speak all day. Watching her blue painted lips moving eloquently with each word. She's beautiful, and you want nothing more than to tell her exactly how you feel for her.
But she never shuts up. Never gives you the time of day to say "I'm flushed for you, idiot.". You really shouldn't be. You're a [b/c] blood! [Higher/Lower] on the spectrum than her. So either way her pity would be so terribly spectrum based. Which is kind of okay, but you need more than her feeling weird about your blood.
You want her to hold you, coddle you, even just whisper to you in the dark as you both lay down for sleep. The sopor shortage making it so easy for dreams to get so frightful. Would she pet your hair? Tell you everything is okay? You were in so deep by now.
Sure, thinking of carnal activities could mean it's just a flush fling, but when those thoughts faded and you started to wonder what'd it would be like to just sit with her, running your hands through her beautiful black hair. Yeah, you were flushed as red as Kankri.
But just because you were flushing for the blue beauty, didn't mean everyone was backing off. Meenah, though she is your friend, seemed inclined to win the the pump biscuit of your desire. Porrim, a close pal, seemed to be wanting a fling with the girl. And Ampora, that scoundrel, though he'd almost gotten Kankri to be his red, flipped black for him. Then went after your precious, Aranea.
Speaking of Kankri, he is currently laying on the floor of your hive. He is your moirail and as of now is wheezng and whining about how his flush crush suddenly flipped for him. You nodded, running a hand through his hair as he sobbed. He is so pitiable, how could Cronus do this to him, exactly? Your precious moirail whimpers as you pet him, complaining that he would scold Cronus when he used to do it, but now misses the kind stimulation.
You nod, understanding very well. Aranea was touchy with you, but it hurt thinking that they were simply platonic gestures, so you had asked her to stop. And now you craved those small touches that you had forbade her.
"Do you think he really hates me, [Y/n]? I.. I don't think he really loves, Aranea, which is rude of me to assume that about his feelings but.. but.." And there he goes again, sobbing into the neck of his sweater. "I'll talk to him Kan, don't worry about it." You smoothed out your shirt. "Speaking of which, I invited the both of them over. They should be here in fifteen minutes." You mumble, going to get Kankri a rag to help his face.
As predicted, the duo shop up on time. You invite them in, a small growl leaving you as Cronus passes. He sits next to Aranea on your sofa, avoiding Kankri, who perched himself upon the love-seat. He fiddled about with his sweater sleeves, whimpering to himself. You decided to sit next to him.
"So, I'm sure you both know why I asked you to come here." Aranea nods, you told her why, but the violet blood seems confused. "Why did ya ask us to come here, [Y/n]?" You supress the urge to roll your eyes. "We are here to discuss the quadrants between the for of us. Mainly, yours and Kankris."
He looks at your moirail, stare melting a bit from the icy they had. Flushed. It was so utterly obvious. To you, anyway. "So, Kankri, please tell us how you feel on the subject of your quadrant with Cronus." He nods, sighing out quietly. "I... I dislike the position we are in. It, it hurts to be hated by him because. Well, because I'm terribly flushed. But didn't want to say so, in a way to accept his feelings. I didn't want to shun him, because I simply wanted to be near him. But, now, I presume, that our unhealthy quadrant should be terminated, despite his pitch and my flush feelings."
You rub a soothing circle into your moirails back as he wipes the red tears that began to pool in his eyes. Cronus makes some kind of choking noise, somewhere between a whimper and a sob, and before you know it he's thrown himself upon the troll beside you.
A smile finds its way onto your face as you move from your seat and take the one the sea dweller had occupied. You watch as he apologizes to Kankri, as he kisses his face and tells him how much he "loves" him. It's actually cute, even if you hate the high blood. Aranea giggles and you turn to her, grinning at the sound of her voice.
Her eyes catch yours and your pump flutters. "That's very sweet of you, what you did for your moirail." You nod. "Well, Cronus had be flitting between Kankri and my own black quadrant. I thought we should clear the air."
She scoots closer to you, hand covering your own. "And what about your red?" You stare at he, confusion covering your excitement. She shrugs. "You have a pale mate, now you're probably getting a pitch mate. So.. What about your red mate?" Her teeth catch on her lips as she looks into your [b/c] eyes.
"[Y/n], just go for it." You hear Kankri whisper before Cronus kisses his face again. But before your pan can even comprehend what he said, Aranea leans forward, lips brushing against your lips before you press closer and actually kiss her. A low purr starts in your chest as she wraps her arms around your neck.
You pull back, forehead pressing against hers. "About that red quadrant." She giggles and kisses your cheek. "Yeah. That red quadrant.
