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Characters: Zinc & Anyone who wants to stop by
Date: Any day from December 5th until the 15th
Summary: There is mistletoe growing above Zinc's gate... How troublesome...
Warnings: Cuteness, zombie kisses.

She hadn't noticed the sprig of green hanging from the tree branches above the protective gate which blocked off her little home. It was just another plant, one of many, hardly worth anyone's notice in a place as lush and green as this. Zinc had been busy besides. She had been gone for months now, it seemed, at the food she'd left behind in her refrigerator was far beyond rotten.

Perhaps not inedible to the likes of her, already dead and disease ridden as it was, but she had enough human dignity and a sensitive enough sense of smell that she determined to be rid of it, and to make her home suitable for guests once more. She is eager to see all of her friends, and maybe to talk to some of these new faces which appear in the mirror. So she bustles around, full of joy just to be busy and to have something to do.

The fridge is removed by the boon of unholy zombie strength and replaced again with magic dirt. She wipes down the windows, dusts all the surfaces, and washes the floors. She even ventures just far enough outside of her house to pick some flowers.

She is satisfied the house is ready and is brave enough to open her gates to any visitors.

~~come at me bro.~~

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Zinc's expression twisted slightly. The reaction was much less about being trapped with Gavril and more about the idea of 'hooking up' in general. It was a point of discontent to her. When she had been alive, she would have obliged the Queen gladly, but since being infected she had lost the ability for physical pleasure, exchanged it in some ways for the ability to feel emotional love instead. It was something she mostly tried not to think about, and didn't appreciate the idea of the Queen trying to push it at her.

"So... she wants us to do... something." Why couldn't she just say so? Sighing, Zinc glanced around curiously. She hadn't been trapped until she had come out to the gate. Was it simply because Gavril was there, or was it something else?

"I guess so... And, um, I can understand if I'm the last person you'd wanna kiss or do anything else like that with..."

Gavril trailed off as she spoke. For her, love and sex of any kind had always been an expression of power or lust. The queen's concept of romantic love was simply something she never truly understood. Being trapped like this only reminded of this fact.

Zinc knew how romance was... supposed to work. She wasn't a fan though, and her one experience of falling desperately in love was an unpleasant one. It was a lose-lose situation in her eyes. Either the Queen wanted her to do things with her body she found distasteful, or she wanted the same from her heart. Stupid crazy Queen.

Still, Zinc watched Gavril thoughtfully. God, empathy was a disgusting experience, but she could understand what she had to say. Barbet was constantly batting away her hands because she was too cold, stayed away from her mouth in entirety because she was a disease ridden little animal.

"I don't mind," she murmured. "You could have a kiss, even without the Queen."

Zinc's words surprised Gavril, she had been expecting some kind of rejection or worse, considering how most people saw and thought of her. It was a nice, if completely unexpected, change from the norm.

"Really? Um, I guess I'll do this right then..."

Gavril, doing her best to stave off the foreignness of her current circumstances, proceeds to wrap her arm around her fellow zombie in a close embrace. Though she was a trained killer with senses far beyond those of any human being, Gavril's movements at the moment are clumsy due to inexperience. Despite this, she tries her best to steady her movement and plants a kiss upon Zinc's cold lips.

Zinc couldn't quite help her amusement. Somehow she remembered that she was older than Gavril, and of course it was no secret that she was the one to spend time amongst the living. She was a very poor teacher, but she stepped into Gavril's embrace comfortably, lifting a hand to touch her stitched face, head tilting to the side to fit closer together.

She lingered there for a moment before moving her lips to pass across Gavril's forehead. She missed kissing people, but it was a very different experience when she was cold, when there was no breath to share. A little empty, but not entirely unpleasant.

"It's been a long time..."

Though her lips were withdrawn, Gavril kept her arm Zinc for several moments more. It has been ages since she had been this close to anyone and she wanted to make sure the moment stayed etched into her memory for awhile to come.

"Same here." She said with a toothy smile. "So, uh, what do we do now?"

She rested her forehead lazily against Gavril's, eyes closed. When she wasn't moving, it really was rather eerie, like something frozen and lifeless, but after a moment she murmured,

"I don't know, has the wall gone away?"

Slowly moving her hand from Zinc's back, Gavril felt for the invisible wall that had been binding them to this place. Feeling no resistance to her pawing, Gavril laughs lightly.

"Looks like it's gone."

"Hm," Zinc made a small little sound, dismissive, exasperated, amused. "If she wants things, she should just say."

She found the Queen to be a really very irritating presence. Zinc had no particular reason to obey her, a crazy monarch did not compare to Barbet at all, and yet she still found ways to make a nuisance of herself.

"Come inside, I cleaned," she decided after a moment, might have taken one of Gavril's hands and lead her along if there wasn't the box of tasty meats to be considered.

"Yeah, I imagine just straight up saying "I want all you girls to start making out with each other" would be easier then trapping us like fucking mimes." Gavril spoke as she began walking towards Zinc's home, the box of monstrous meat tucked firmly under one arm. "Let's get this stuff in your fridge, I don't want it going bad after all."

Zinc laughed lightly, clearly not too bothered about the kissing even if it was irritating. She held the front door open for Gavril in her box, but then moved on to take it herself, bringing it over to the fridge. Storing it away neatly and stealing off a little chunk with her strong fingers, like a child who couldn't resist tasting the cookie dough.

"Thank you, Gavril," she murmured, nibbling the little pieces off her fingertips. "It will be delicious."

While following Zinc, Gavril flashed a toothy grin as she witnessed Zinc's reaction to possessing the meat she had taken so much care to collect, though she had her own ideas about the pair's kiss buried in her mind.

"I'm glad you like it, not many people appreciate the taste of raw meat"

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