Capricious.♑

Pale Comforts

For awhile, Karkat just watched from the door way, his bright eyes focused on the other as he watched, wondering just what he could do to help his moirail out, but it seemed like no matter what he did, the other just kept pushing him away. He was at a complete loss for what to do, unsure he would even be of any help. The worst part was the only being who knew this troll better than him was Cal, and like hell he was about to resort to the puppet for information when he was pretty sure said puppet hated him. Until he could think of something, he stayed hidden and just peering around the doorway to watch, figuring the other didn’t know he was there.

Gamzee remained in his position for awhile, simply drinking his Faygo and staring at the ceiling. He picked a bit at the scabs on his face before he spoke, long ears twitching,”Come here, I’m not some kind of moron, I can hear you breathing.” His voice was no longer irritated, just tired. Emotionally exhausted. He ran his hand through his messy hair, leaning on his hand as he waited for Karkat to come over.

Pale Comforts

Usually his moirail’s lap was so comforting and inviting, but now, it just seemed so out of place and cold, like he was being held by a stranger. He didn’t sleep well at all, instead just kept his eyes closed as he tried to bring his mind to another place, hoping he could relieve his body with some form of sleep. Unfortunately for him, sleep did not grace him with its presence. Instead, he stirred when he felt Gamzee get out, blinking a bit in a dazed state before poking his head out just to see the other leaving. Sighing, he drug himself out of the recooperacoon, only to clean himself off and redress. Silently, he followed the other to the kitchen, but stood outside, simply watching the other without word as his mind fought for a feasible solution to bring his moirail back to his usual mental state.

Gamzee rummaged through the fridge, trying to find something, though he wasn’t quite sure what. The fridge was soon closed, nothing in hand but a faygo, before he started to look through cabinets. A box of red velvet cupcake mix was on the counter, soon knocked off, obviously on purpose, by Gamzee. He hadn’t bothered putting it away since Sollux had been there. He never did make him cupcakes as promised.

Gamzee seemed to get more and more frustrated, until he finally gave up, sitting on the floor against cabinets and popping the cap off a Cream Soda flavored Faygo.

Pale Comforts

The utter rejection he received from his moirail made his bloodpusher sink from his heart to his stomach, his shoulders visibly slumping at the rejection. He supposed he should’ve called this, but it was such a drastic change to have the other flat out denying him with everything. It’s like he didn’t know who he was anymore. After this rotation, he made a mental note to take some time away from the troll. It might be for the best. At least the other offered for him to join. That was enough to keep his hopes at least slightly alive in his mind. Giving a slight nod in response, he quietly walked over to the recooperacoon, letting his towel drop to the floor unceremoniously before slipping in right next to Gamzee, though careful not to touch him. He didn’t another rejection from his pale mate today.

Gamzee didn’t think anything of Karkat getting in, and simply for the sake of comfortability rather than being pale (though it may not seem that way) he pulled Karkat into his lap. It was how they always slept, with Gamzee being so big and taking up so much room himself. He thought nothing of it.

He drifted into sleep, not awoken for hours before his eyes finally opened. Karkat was still on his lap. He sighed, bringing a hand up to his face and smearing bitter slime on it. It would help numb the pain. He stood, carefully slipping Karkat from his grasp, to move and put clothing on after wiping off. Maybe he would go make something to eat.

Pale Comforts

“I’m not overreacting, you’re the one acting off here,” he insists, sighing as he follows the other. His eyes glance over as he watches him pick at the wound, frown deepening. He was so unstable, this wasn’t right, but he wasn’t sure exactly what he could do. Dropping the topic for now was probably for the best. “Look, why don’t we go bake or something? You’re probably sick of romcoms by now, so I won’t suggest that, but I know baking is something you enjoy.” Anything to see the other smiling again.

“Nah, I ain’t feelin’ it, Kar. Life ain’t all about baking, and if you haven’t gotten your vision globes on for seeing shit, I had a hard day. I just want to get my nap on,” he insisted, finally reaching his respiteblock. He did look tired. But who wouldn’t after spending a full day in a cave with three large open wounds on their face?

He dropped the towel from around his waist and headed to his recooperacoon, hand on the edge as he looked back at Karkat. “You can join me, if you got the want on for it. If not, you know where everything is to entertain yourself.”

Pale Comforts

The smaller troll struggled to keep up with the pace, refusing to let go of his wrist as he followed. “No, you’re not fine,” he insisted, “Just talk to me, stop avoiding me!” He tugs on his wrist just a little, trying to get the other to stop. When that doesn’t work, he hurries to stand in front of him, blocking his path. “I’m not leaving you alone until you sit down and just talk to me.” He’s stubborn as ever, but at least it’s because he’s worried as hell for his moirail.

Gamzee quirked his brow,”You got your overreacition on about you right now, Kar,” he shrugged, his body language seeping back into it’s usual lazy form, though his facial expression still seemed to have a slight bite to it. “Not like I’m runnin’ off to murder my friends or some shit,” he shrugged, gently pushing Karkat out of his way, his pace a bit slower as he continued walking. He brought a hand up to the injuries on his face and started scratching at the bottom of one line towards the bottom of his left chin.

Pale Comforts

Shit, this wasn’t going as he had hoped. Gamzee was spiraling, and his usual comfort methods to calm the other troll weren’t working in the slightest. Sighing, he rubs at his face, then pulls himself out of the tub, a towel placed around his waist as he chases after Gamzee. “Gamzee please, just talk about this with me,” he insists, managing to snag one of the other’s wrists as he looks up at him. “I just want to help. Please don’t just push me away.”

Gamzee rolled his eyes before shaking his head like a dog. He hadn’t even gotten more than the ends of it wet. He continued walking after Karkat grabbed his wrist,”Ain’t got a need for your help. I’m fine. Motherfucker’s always fine, you get it?” he replied, looking straight ahead as he spoke. Once he was done, his eyes fell down to Karkat in a glare before he looked straight ahead once more, continuing his walking, pace a bit fast, to his respiteblock.

Pale Comforts

As nails dug into flesh, his entire body tensed - on edge and nervous. He needed to calm Gamzee down, as much as his mind wanted to argue and fight. Staying calm and keeping a level tone of voice was imperative right now. “Gamzee,” he spoke firmly, red eyes locking on the other’s indigo one’s, “I know you’re upset from what is going on with Jane and Sollux.” Hesitant, his hand moves up to gently pat the other’s cheek. “But what I don’t see why you’re acting so distant from me. This isn’t like you.”

Gamzee sneered, pulling away from Karkat. He said nothing as he removed himself from the tub, grabbing a towel from a hanging bar and wrapping it around his waist. “What do you got to know about me? What’s like me?” He turned to face Karkat, body tense. “Leave me alone,” he commanded, turning once more to head to his respiteblock.

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A Sprinkle Of Red, and Maybe Something Else (Gamzee / Sollux)

Sollux swallowed thickly as Gamzee’s bulge enveloped his forearm. The thought of that squirming into him made is nook clenched where Gamzee was rubbing at it through his pants. As the subjuggulator’s large hand closed around his throat needy chirps crackled in his chest. The remaining stings of fear sent nervous sparks though his body, giving his mind moments high contrast through the fog of pleasure.

Just as swiftly as Gamzee’s hand stopped it’s rubbing and undid the psionic’s jeans, Sollux’s breath flew from his lungs in relief. His split bulge quickly tangled itself with long fingers through the slit in his boxers, drawing a reedy warble from the lowbloods throat. "That is ridiculous,” Sollux’s lisp sitting heavily on his breathy purr distorted speech. “I can’t even- You are-” When his words failed him, the lowblood gave what part of Gamzee’s bulge was in his hand a gentle squeeze before straining against the hand around his neck to capture the lips in another kiss.