oc x oc, warnings for some violence? not strong!
extra info regarding them!
Tulip - he/him but they/them is fine!
partially blind in one eye, blurred vision.
Shroomie - she/her! seldom use they/it.
likes arts and crafts.
Waking up shaken was certainly not how Tulip expected to wake up today.
They were screaming, shouting at him. Voices everywhere, he couldn't see. He was spinning, being pulled at from every direction, ripping his petals and leaves apart. He tried to scream-
He sat upright, almost gasping for the air around him, what was that? What the hell was that- where was he? What's going on? He blinked, multiple times the feeling of something tugging and pulling at his body, ripping him apart- he held himself, trying to rub the feeling off of him. This wasn't his room, nor was this his bed.
He looked to the window, the sky was dark out. It was still nighttime. He breathed, in and out. Remember your exercises-
The exercises. in and out, one, two, three, four, out. One, two, three, four, out. Repeat.
A somber cycle he had to endure, he hated feeling like this. The nightmares have only gotten worse, he'd been afraid of falling asleep tonight, how did he even manage to fall asleep?
Wait, where was he? He turned his head around to see where he had fallen asleep- only for his eyes to land on Shroomie, oh. That's why. He tried to smile, before memories that were slightly blurry of the night slowly flowed right back into the recesses of his mind.
"Are you not going to sleep soon?" Shroomie asked him, as he stared off into nothing while he almost melted onto the couch. It was late, he wanted to go to his room and he'd stay up. But something kept him from standing up, he really wanted to, but, did he need to?
"No... no, just let me sit here. I'll sleep later." He lied, half the words he spoke he had no idea he said. He would forget what he was saying nowadays, or even forget to talk and just stare. He didn't mean to lie.
He could feel Shroom staring at him, he wasn't looking back. He felt tired, he was sleepy. Maybe he wasn't lying about sleeping later.
"You could stay in my room tonight." She offered, breaking the silence that made his leaves moist. Sometimes, it didn't matter what he said when she offered, she'd convince him to stay in her room. They'd lay together, Tulip sitting in her arms, and they'd talk. She would tell him stories, and he would give his. Tonight would be the latter.
His vision blurred for a moment, he remembers feeling that he was sitting up, his back and legs felt sore. Her hand on his shoulder, her mushroom cap towering over his petals. She led him to her room, glow in the dark stars and her mushroom lamp were the only things illuminating the room at that moment. It was dark, and comfortable. He would sit on the edge of the bed, phasing in and out of his sleep. He didn't want to sleep, not when he couldn't get a good sleep either. She, on the other hand, didn't seem so on edge as he was. She opened her drawer and pulled out a sweater. That wasn't there before.
"I made this the other day, it's... It's going to be cold. You can wear it." The light from the lamp made the pattern look more visible, it was a red and green sweater with flowers, green vines on the sleeves going up to the shoulder to meet a white flower. The middle of the sweater had a bouquet, you could only see the top of it, the sides of the wrap on the bouquet sticking out like white leaves. He reached for it absentmindedly, carefully wearing it.
The sweater felt soft just as it was on the outside, the patterns stuck out a bit as he ran his hand through them, careful not to accidentally rip it with his claws. It was certainly big on him too, Tulip was almost like a stick compared to her. He noticed she was watching him, her black hollow eyes stared into his. "It's a nice sweater... How long did it take?" He said only slowly, his voice sounded dry. When was the last time he drank water?
"Just a couple days. I'm glad you like it." She spoke slowly too, her voice sounded lower. He moved closer to her from the bed, sitting next to her. He should be used to it by now, they did this so often.
He rested his head on her shoulder, the light from the moon slipped in through the cracks of the curtain. He heard her talking, he spoke back to her. He didn't know what they were talking about. But he was relieved to hear her voice.
It didn't take long before he fell asleep with her arm around him.
