Of gemstones and gold

Yep.

==> Your death was pretty fucking macabre, due to aforementioned clowns, and while you’ve long since gotten over it yourself, it still isn’t exactly a pleasant thing to be sharing with your matesprit. You give him a sidelong glance.

You don’t really wwant the details, do you?

They're not nece22ary IIf you don't want two 2hare, love.

Not that anythIIng of that kIInd really 2hock2 me anymore, but II'd rather be talkIIng about 2omethIIng more cheerful II gue22.

#FuckIIng clown2.#sanguineoustendencies

sanguineoustendencies replied to your post: Hm, II 2hould fIIgure out what two do wIIth all...

go die again.

Haha, ha, aren't you ju2t hIIlarIIou2.

Hm, II 2hould fIIgure out what two do wIIth all thII2 tIIme.

AfterlIIfe II2 quIIte odd.

#II've got cottage buIIldIIng but II don't 2ee the poIInt now that II lIIve wIIth mr. wIIgglefIIn2.#Maybe II 2hould ju2t 2tart talkIIng two more people.

That’s all right. You should see wwhat those swwill drinkin’ clowwn fucks did to me.

==> Thankfully, only what they did to you before you actually died carried over into the dream bubbles. More thankfully, you’ve learned to conceal the results of your torture over time. You kept the fancy ones on your face, of course. You rather like those.

Oh. RIIght. That'2 al2o a thIIng that happened.

==> You look away, then realize he hasn't exactly told you the details of his death. Then again, you haven't told him about your overexertion and whatnot either, so you guess that's only fair. You decide to ask about it, though.

2o... 2ubbjugglator2 huh?

Tho2e ba2tard2.

Wwho, me? Ridiculous? I don’t knoww wwhat you’re on about.

#Ok you wIIn.#II have no IIntere2t IIn thII2 2o-called argument anymore #II ju2t want two 2ee the fIIn2 move.#vvioletpirate

You’re like a precious, newwly hatched wwiggler, you’re so tiny, and you’re callin’ me big? C’mon, now. You’re fuckin’ preposterous.

#RollIIng my eye2.#You're the one wIIth wIIggly fIIn2 and 2tuff and you're tryIIng two tell me II'm cute.#vvioletpirate

Come on, now you're ju2t beIIng rIIdIIculou2.

Oh—that’s all?

==> You’re surprised. When he said things had changed, well. You had expected something that actually mattered. You release his arm, because while you’re curious, it’s obvious he isn’t comfortable with it yet. Well, whatever.

C’mon, you really think somethin’ like that’s gonna change things? Ain’t like I’m exactly a lusus a’ pearl myself here these nights. You can learn to hide some of ‘em in time, if you wwant.

They're ju2t... really really dII2gu2tIIng lookIIng.

That'2 all.

==> You smile, still averting your gaze from him somewhat. You honestly didn't expect a worse reaction that much, you just happen to be self-conscious over the scars.

II dIIdn't thIInk they would change anythIIng. II ju2t 2aIId that II have changed, dIIdn't II?

But ye2, II would prefer two hIIde them a2 much a2 po22IIble.

And I’ll fuckin’ end it. <3

#Cute my a22.#Go look at a mIIrror.#vvioletpirate

P222hhh rIIght.

Like hell it’s nothing.

==> You frown and note the glance to his forearm, reaching out to grasp his wrist. The thought of not doing so doesn’t occur to you—you want something, and you will get it. It’s how you operate. Despite this, you aren’t rough, and you don’t peel back his sleeve just yet.

Your arm? Wwhat is it?

Ju2t... mark2 of helm2man 2ervIIce. IIt'2 not a bIIg deal.

==> Since he's so keen on knowing it you don't really bother keeping it a secret. You know he's going to look anyway. Instead of struggling to pull yourself away or anything you just look away and sigh. You shouldn't have even mentioned that.

Hey, noww. I’m a completely normal sized highblood. Don’t you go insultin’ my fine stature here.

#You're a bIIg dumb.#II love you the way you are.#vvioletpirate

You 2tarted IIt.

==> Well, that’s not worrisome or anything.

Changed? Changed, howw?

Ahah, um, IIt'2 nothIIng.

==> You laugh nervously. Of course he chose to ask more about that, damn it. Despite denying all of it, you slightly lift your free arm and take a concerned glance at it, despite not even seeing the true source of worry from under the long, black glove. You had scars before death too, sure, but all the marks from whipping and such sort of paled next to the new additions on your arms, waist and upper back all the way to the back of your neck. You almost can't look at them yourself without feeling sick.

A course I needed a break. I ain’t gotten to feel you up in a long wwhile, you knoww. Anywway, it’s a big fuckin’ castle I got here. Wwe’ll probably need to pause evvery so often. So, y’knoww, if you feel tired or anythin’, you just let me know.

==> You grin at him and turn to start walking again.

Under2tandable. There are thIIng2 that... mIIght have changed though.

==> You look away, a bit uncomfortable thinking of it. Wow, why did you mention that anyway. Stupid. You quickly get your thoughts off the case by looking around as you walk, admiring the structures of the castle. It really shows that there has been lots of time to waste.

II'll be 2ure two IInform you IIf II get tIIred, ye2.

You are comparativvely tiny, my flowwer. <3 Just statin’ the truth here.

No, you're a bIIg tall hIIghblood. That'2 not a faIIr comparII2on.

==> Not a whole lot else matters at all, you decide as the kiss deepens a bit. Okay, your quadrants are pretty much empty, save this fabulous bastard in your arms, and you sure as hell didn’t part ways with your ex-kismesis in any way that was going to get you back on the black side of hate (you’re not angling for that anyway), but you don’t really care so much. For the first time since you got to this stupid bubble, you’re not lonely anymore, and fuck it all but you aren’t worried about quadrants anymore.

The kiss breaks after a moment, and you open your eyes, just looking at him for a long moment. You’re so glad he never forgot you, even after he had been through so much. You are so very glad.

(( OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply to these. Chrome and Tumblr have been conspiring against me. T_T ))