#'this is my boyfriend and our mutual gf and juicebox'

[zombified-queer]

"He said to tell you he loved you." + New Crew polycule

VtM AU my beloved [cut to the AU fully dead on a morgue slab but hooked up to a car battery]

“He said to tell you he loved you.” The Bellhop doesn’t look up from her paints as the Auditor steps into their cramped attic room. “And that you’ll know what to do when the time comes.”

The Auditor shrugs off her white overcoat and hangs it up. And then she sinks down onto the sofa, picking at stray lint.

“What’re you painting?” The Auditor asks, watching the Bellhop deep in her focus.

The Bellhop nods to the sickly apple sapling. Green buds are finally forming on gray bark. The promise of leaves to come. Blossoms, if the Bellhop continues to nourish the plant.

For a while, they’re comfortable in their silence. The Bellhop paints without looking up from her canvas. Every paint mixed without needing to look at the palette. Brushes washed without looking away from the progress she’s making.

“Ever consider watercolors, Hop?”

“Too messy. Not enough control.” The Bellhop adds whatever finishing touches she deems necessary. And then she smiles and looks at the Auditor for the first time. “Baby, c’mere. Missed you all night.”

The Auditor gets up, crossing the room. She leans down to kiss the Bellhop. And the Bellhop kisses back, tongue running over the Auditor’s teeth.

“You shouldn’t do that,” the Auditor chides.

“I like when my mouth goes numb,” the Bellhop defends.

The door opens and both of them turn. The Concierge stands on the threshold with a smile.

Time to put their plan into action.