I kind of deviated from the prompt owo I hope this is alright.
Now that you've established you're not avoiding anyone in particular, you peek around the tree, hoping your classmates' raucous conversations are loud enough to muffle the sound of the leaves being crunched under your foot.
She's not there.
You breathe a sigh of relief and start to make your way to the bonfire when someone taps you from behind. "Who the hell are you?" you snap, turning to see the culprit.
It's Terezi, with her signature shark-eating grin. "Oh come on, Karkat. Don't pretend you're not happy to see me!"
You're kind of glad and not glad at the same time. The mental conundrum occurs whenever Terezi's around, which is one of the reasons you've been spending your time getting lost in the woods, only returning to the main part of the camp for food and sleep.
"Where did you get the idea that I would relish seeing the bane of my existence?"
"That could be taken in many ways. However, I will see it positively, since apparently my presence can already affect you so much." She smirks.
"See! That's exactly what I'm talking about."
Terezi walks towards you (you're still wondering how she can navigate without tripping) and drapes an arm across your shoulders. The physical contact is surprising (verbal harassment was normal, <em>this </em>is a first), rendering you immobile.
She leans in close. "Well," she says, whisper so low and so close to your ear that it sends tingles up your spine, "what are you talking about?"
Your mind goes blank. You think you've spaced out for quite some time, because the next thing you know Terezi's poking your cheek, and by the looks of it, she's been counting the pokes. "Thirty-one, thirty-two..."
"Jesus woman have you never heard of personal space?" you say, since her arm's still around you. You're pretending your face isn't heating up.
"Well, I didn't hear you complaining."
"You made me space out!"
She grins. The distance between your face and hers is only a few inches. "Have I stupefied you?"
Damn. You set yourself up for that. "You must be really psychotic for that thought to have even crossed your mind."
"Tell me something I don't know." She continues the absorbing task of poking your cheek.
"Stop that!" This time you make an effort in escaping her grasp. It's fairly easy. It's not like she had you in a stranglehold or anything.
"Stop what?"
Stop turning my head around like it's your own personal carousel and every bit of me is a horse you love yanking around for your own amusement.
You retrieve a note from your pocket. The tiny paper has a thousand lines, with edges that are crumbling already, since you've read it, rolled it into a ball, and threw it around a lot. It's one of the other reasons you've been avoiding her.
She lifts her glasses, pretending to peer at the paper with her glassy eyes, but you see the way she sniffs at it. Usually, normal people can't smell words, but Terezi's not normal. "The ink's all smudged. I can't understand it."
"Argh!" You wave the paper in front of her face in exasperation, knowing your gesture is a useless one. "It used to say, You're so cute it should be illegal."
Terezi makes a show of sounding shocked. "Aww, I had no idea you felt that way about me."
"Don't bullshit me woman. You and I both know you wrote this note. It even has your stupid law references."
"Are you out of your mind? I'm blind. I can't write, dumbass!"
She only laughs and smacks you with her cane as you stand there, fuming and red-faced for the entire forest to see.
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You discover that avoiding her is pretty much a futile task since Terezi turns up everywhere. You have no idea how she does it. She once claimed that she could "smell you miles away", even calling your scent a particularly strong cherry red. It's probably all horseshit though.
While you're cursing the absurd length of this camping trip (it's the third day already; you think an hour of torture is enough) Terezi appears right beside you. It's not surprising, but the kiss she plants on your cheek is.
You're so shocked you end up flailing and falling from the log you were sitting on. "God why the hell did you do that? Do you plan on giving me a heart attack?"
"No, but I did manage to make you fall for me, hehe."
You choke out a laugh. "That was so terrible you should be put in jail for it. I'm thinking a ten-year sentence for indirectly hurting me and for the worst pick-up line I've ever heard." You stand and wipe the dirt from your jeans, ignoring the fact that you didn't really reply to her statement.
"Well," she says, giggling. "You can lock me up anytime."
"Is saying the most inappropriate things your favorite past time or what?"
Terezi ignores you, pointing a finger at your face instead. "You should see your face. You're as red as a cherry! My little cherry pie. Tasty." Her entire sentence has been devolving from almost innocent to even more flirtatious than usual. She licks her lips.
You hate how you have panic attacks over the most minor thing.
Suddenly someone slaps you from behind. "Hey bro, what's got you all up and frozen like that?"
"Hey Gamzee!" Terezi waves at the wrong direction. You think she's doing it on purpose. "He's like that because of me!" Damn does she sound gleeful about it.
"Oh, I see what you're getting at sister. See, Karkat li--" Fuck height differences, you cover Gamzee's mouth with your forearm, to serve the purposes of shutting his trap and trapping him in a semi-stranglehold (yeah right). Whatever. There's no way you're letting him spill that. That secret's kept under such tight protection that you don't even allow yourself to think it.
You're dragging Gamzee away, ignoring the people who have stopped chatting and currently have their eyes trained on the two of you. You flip them off, going further into the woods until you're certain Gamzee's words (at least the ones that escape) can no longer be heard.
You let go of your sorry excuse for a friend.
"What the fuck? What is wrong with you?"
Gamzee shrugs, as if he doesn't have a care in the world. You want to throttle him. "I was just thinking it was time you up and admit your--"
"Shut up shut up shut up! We are not talking about that. This conversation has ended like Eridan's chances for a decent love life."
"Well, I just thought you'd like to know what I overheard. Fucking miracle that was."
You eye him suspiciously. Your curiosity is not pricked. Nope. "...What?"
"They were talking about you, motherfucker."
"That is so painfully vague. Was it bad? Good?"
"Haha, guess you'll just have to find out for yourself. Wanna head back to the tent?"
You clench your fists and try really, really hard not to punch him. "It's fucking noon. I'll just head off and throw some rocks at the lake, which I'm pretending is you," you say through gritted teeth.
"Don't be so uptight, man." Gamzee has the nerve to pat your shoulder. "Loosen up, Let some miracles happen," were his parting words.
You bang your head against the nearest tree. Why are all your friends infuriating little shits?
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It's midnight. The camp is quiet save for the sounds of nature doing the dirty and the snores of your classmates (and your stupid teacher). You can't sleep though, so you're walking in the moonlight amidst trees you don't know the names of. Even if you actually paid attention in Biology, you still wouldn't be able to think properly.
There's no way you're going to say that what Gamzee said earlier is stuck in your mind and currently can't escape. Like, it's in this inescapable cage, or something. Damn, you certainly had better metaphors. But your mind has ditched you like you were a handle and it wanted to flip off and become a world-renowned acrobat.
A few more minutes and you've arrived at the lake, where someone is furiously throwing rocks into the water, not even bothering to make them skip. A few steps closer bring to clarity a pair of mismatched shoes and hunched shoulders that you'd recognize anywhere.
"Sollux? Why are you up in this ungodly hour?"
"They took my PSP," he mutters.
"You smuggled one in?" You're not surprised, really. You would've done it yourself if you hadn't broken yours last month.
"As if I'd spend a week torturing myself. Like living is not enough of a pain to deal with."
"God, stop being such a drama queen."
"Yeah, as if you're not here moping about Terezi."
You hate your best friends. You really do. Why do you trust people again? "Can you stop bugging me about that?"
"Nah, don't think I will."
"Whatever. So, why are you here?"
"You better run, KK." He still hasn't turned around, and that with his enigmatic words make you more than a bit apprehensive.
You carefully approach him, reaching out. "What's wrong?"
"We caught you!!!!!!!!" says an annoyingly high-pitched voice.
"What is--" You haven't finished your sentence before someone binds your hands behind your back. It's Vriska, twirling the strap of a PSP with her finger on one hand. The other appears to be holding the rope around your wrists. "Thanks for distracting him, Sollux."
"You bastards," you say to the both of them.
"Gotta do what you gotta do for the things you love," Sollux says, eyes already glued to the screen as he returns to camp.
If you can slap your forehead you will.
Vriska starts pushing you back into the trees. Digging your feet into the ground does not work because soil is hardly strong enough to ward off a manic teenager pushing another unwilling teenager to who knows where.
You stop after a few minutes of struggling. Vriska stops pushing you as well, probably out of laziness. She undoes your binds, muttering something about it being inconvenient and too much of a hassle to take off later, leaving the two of you to walk side by side in silence until you couldn't take it anymore. "Where are you taking me anyway?" you ask. "It's probably one by now."
"To Terezi." Her wink is eerily similar to Terezi's.
"Can you guys be any more unclear about this?" God it's freezing. You rub your arms, wishing you wore something more than a shirt and jeans.
Vriska only grins. She stops and waves her hand with a flourish to the setting before you.
It's a picnic, complete with a cliche wicker basket on top of a checkered blanket. The food turns out to be mostly sweets: jelly beans, licorice, gummies. They're all a bright red color.
"Hey Karkat, are you trying to match everything on purpose?" Terezi says. You're wondering why you hadn't noticed her earlier. She has on a striped teal-and-red dress and shoes that are not appropriate for camping.
You try to keep yourself from thinking about how tight that dress is and how nice she cleans up when she's not wearing her ridiculous dragon shirts. The attempt fails, so you end up blabbing something stupid. "The fuck are you wearing that for? You'll probably freeze to death."
She frowns, something you don't see very often. Then her usual grin is back. "Aww, are you worried?"
"What am I, heartless? Who will bug me like no one ever can when you're sick?"
"Hehe, you've got nothing to fear. I'll fight a cold for you, my cherry pie."
You just groan. "So what's up with this?" you ask, gesturing to the picnic.
"Is it so bad to want to spend time with you?"
"It's not like you don't do that every day already," you grumble, but you take the hand she offers you and sit beside her on the blanket. It's more comfortable than you expected, although you have to adjust yourself a bit.
"Getting cozy now, are we?"
"Will every bit of this conversation have an implied innuendo?"
"That was redundant. And why? Do you wanna take it further than that?"
You grab a handful of jelly beans and shove them in your mouth, in the hopes that stuffing it would save you from an embarrassing response.
"Silence means yes, Karkat," she says in a tone so grave you end up spitting some jelly beans.
"I-I don't know!" May the universe explode in a shower of rainbow sparks. You've never been caught so off guard that you stuttered. You try to redeem yourself. "Seriously though. It must feel like you're in Antarctica with that thing on. Come here." Redemption failed. Operation: Shame Yourself, commence.
The impromptu operation consisted of roughly grabbing Terezi's shoulder and huddling together to keep her warm. There may have been a casualty of two red faces, but that claim is denied by at least one party. The next phase is to not talk for two whole minutes as Vriska stomps around and kicks at fallen twigs and leaves.
The entire thing ends with a sudden interrogation. "What are you doing, Karkat?" Terezi asks.
You flounder for words but nothing comes up but the dumbest thing ever. "Are you saying you don't like it?" The starry canopy of the sky is suddenly much more interesting.
"I do like it." She cuddles into your arm. "You just never did this sort of thing before."
"Well, this camp's driving me insane. So if I do any more weird things, sorry in advance."
Suddenly Terezi goes cold, shoving your arm off her shoulder. Any attempts in reaching for her result in her moving further away. She exhales, sounding exasperated. "Really? This camp is the only reason for all this?"
You bite your tongue, not wanting to answer.
"I knew you were stubborn but I didn't think you'd be this dense. Ha!" She laughs harshly. "And they say I'm the blind one." Terezi stands without another word and simply... walks away.
Vriska's on you in the next second. She grabs the front of your shirt and practically snarls in your face. "Man, are you the dumbest shit or what? Nice job, Mr. Self-Declared-Expert- on-Romance-except-those-involving-him. It was great how you dismissed her just like that."
You don't react. You just plain feel terrible. Gamzee's words of drugged advice replay in your mind, as well as those admittedly mushy conversations with him that you'd love to burn out of your memory, but are now stark in your mind.
"I'm sorry."
She drops you, eyebrows raised in surprise. "What?"
"I didn't mean to do all that. I guess I'm just another idiot who can say just about anything except the right thing."
"You got that right."
"Well, that made me feel better."
Vriska's glare is icy. "It's not supposed to make you feel better, you idiot. You hurt a Scourge Sister, and I will not forgive that."
Normally you'd have cause to worry, since Vriska's threats are always carried out in the worst possible way, but you have more pressing issues at hand. "I need to find Terezi."
"Damn, right."
You venture into the woods for the umpteenth time this trip, calling out Terezi's name every few steps. You've yet to receive a response, which is expected. You can't bear not trying, though.
After twenty minutes of walking (you're almost certain you saw that tree already) you hear Terezi's voice. "Why are you here?" You turn and there she is, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed and her face a calm mask.
"I came to find you," you say weakly. It seems that your cognitive abilities all but disappear when you're with her.
"Okay." She doesn't move. Her gaze is practically weighing down on you.
You sigh, shoving your hands in your pockets. "I guess I was pretty insensitive. I've been getting paranoid, seeing all these hints but not entirely sure how to act on them."
Terezi snorts. "If I can roll my eyes, I would. When blatant hints are ignored, one does wonder if the other party's interested or not."
"I am interested!" you blurt out. Apparently the operation of shame is still ongoing, so you push through. "I think it'd be great actually, but my dumb self didn't have the guts to say it out loud. So here I am, embarrassing myself in the presence of trees and you." You didn't think your brain can deteroriate further, but apparently it can.
It's quiet for a time before Terezi laughs. "I think you should embarrass yourself more."
"Well," you say, looking away again because Terezi's smiling weirdly and you're sure there's more harassment to come, "there's time enough for that when we get back." Sure enough she kisses your cheek. This is followed by a slap to your head. "Ow!" you say.
"That's what you get for being the biggest dumbass ever," she says, but her tone is light so you think you're forgiven.
"I'll make it up to you in the next picnic."
"Why not now?"
Her coy voice is making you question your decision, but the doubtful part is tiny and easily squashed by the rest of your mind. You're feeling pretty okay, maybe more than okay, but that's an embarrassing conversation with Gamzee for another time. "Jesus, we're taking this slow, okay?"
"You sure about that?" she teases. Her fingers trace patterns on your bare arms. You don't know if you shiver because of the cold, or because of her. Maybe a bit of both.
"I hate you sometimes. No, I'm not sure."
"So you like me other times?"
"I might."
You don't mind when she kisses you and backs you toward a tree. On the other hand, one might just call your enthusiasm rather embarrassing.
But was more like they quickly fumbled around in dark, damp caves until they bumped into each other blindly. Their new grub eyes were still underdeveloped and not used to the darkness. They snarled and screeched at each other on impact, instinctually prepared to strike. He focused his aural senses on her skittering feet, and she focused her olfactory ones on his radiating heat.
But before either could strike, a rather large boulder fell near them, causing them both to shriek and launch towards each other in panic, clashing clumsily. It seemed that some wild creature nearby had grown bored of their standoff. When it didn’t do the trick, it charged towards the grubs.
He heard the sound of something bigger than he was stampeding in his general direction, so he unconsciously bit onto the girl and started to drag her along. She screeched in annoyance, but got the picture and took off as well, not letting him out of her range.
His sudden burst of energy had somewhat honed his echolocation, and was able to locate a crevice in the walls to his right. For some reason, he waited for the girl to catch up. When he heard her clicking footfalls, he hissed, getting her attention. She bolted straight for him and headbutted them into the crevice. If her horns were more developed, this story would have a very different ending.
She landed on his head, smothering his face with her body, his protests muffled. Eventually, the rogue monster passed their hideout, and the two sighed with relief. They crawled out cautiously and on edge… until the boy snapped. He hissed and snarled at the girl, mainly because he was still in pain with no way to soothe it. She ignored his raving and sniffed around. She found what she was looking for and snickered, trotting off in the direction of the creature’s footprints.
When the boy realized that the girl’s footsteps were far away, he growled and scampered after her. Before he could react angrily, he saw something.
Sight, being a new experience, confused him slightly. Despite that, the small speck of light was far away and very small, and instantly sharpened his vision that was already used to the murky blackness around them. He heard familiar giggle and saw it coming from a blob in front of him: the girl. They kept going, following the pinhole light source.
As it got bigger, they realized it was a gaping hole in the ceiling of the cave, letting in harsh white light. She approached it first, but he stopped her with his front leg, letting out a short snarl, a firm “NO.” She complied, and he stuck out one of his other legs to test the pool of light in front of them. It was uncomfortably hot on his brand new body part, and he recoiled, hissing at it sharply. She gasped at his reaction and hid behind him.
He deemed the light dangerous and swiped at it once more, showing it who was boss. He huffed in satisfaction and crept to the damp wall, glaring at the circle of light on the ground the whole way. Suddenly, something big and heavy glomped him, crushing the air out of him. He screeched and coughed, not knowing whether whatever landed on him was going to eat him or not. Whatever it was whined for him to stop squirming. It was just the girl, he realized, and stopped.
She snuggled her face in the crook of his neck, hoping he would interpret it as thanks instead of a declaration of war. She also decided she liked the color of his shell. Still on top of him, she shifted so they can see each other’s faces without twisting their necks off.
Her face pled to stay.
His eyes narrowed.
She made gurgling sounds.
His eyes rolled and he huffed again.
She giggled and settled herself down to nap right there. He yawned, his eyes tearing up, exhausted from the day. She did the same, letting her eyes droop. He was nice and warm, a perfect place to cuddle, and she was nice and cool, which seemed to calm him down.
As much as neither of them wanted to, when night fell, the trials would force them to defend themselves once more, this time never to meet again for sweeps.
In the meantime, those possibilities didn’t stop her from giving him a good lick to his face when he woke up.
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Sleeping amongst the dream bubbles is a strange experience. Round, hollow balls that hold eons of memories and universes of lives, every day and night blends into the next. The circles of shining color denote different areas where a soul is either finding temporary or eternal rest, waiting for you to flow through and disturb them with your company. You think it should make them angry, to be disturbed as by the living, but they seem to take it in stride.
I think I'm supposed to send this here^^; I hope it is satisfactory!
sfw drabble here we go
recommended listening: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wspuBxQhSaw (or literally anything by passion pit) and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ApYlDZVpSc (second song is best if started playing at the line of asterisks)
You certainly aren't choking down confessions of red infatuation with a glass of something sweet and bubbly as you lounge across some pieces of furniture in his hiveblock. Certainly not what would ever give someone the idea that that was exactly what you were doing. Maybe because it is. It is what you were doing. A hot third Summer's evening found you leaning on the side of his recoopracoon, the rough organic surface sticking to your sweaty skin. He lounged, half-in half-out of the slime, his head on your shoulder. The movie bubbled from the husktop propped up on your lap. You took another sip of the colourful swill and turned away from the screen.
"I knooow this is one of your favourites, Karkat, but even someone like you has to admit it's really boring." You frown at him but discover that he's fallen asleep, a thin trail of almost-red saliva dribbling down his chin. Sweeping your head from side-to-side, you knock horns with him, gently rousing the slumbering troll. He stretches out his arms, locking them around your neck sleepily, then recoils as if burned. He apologizes and towels the acid apple sludge, letting it and its sharp yet calming scent falling to the floor. He swaddles his iron skin in black licorice and joins you on the ground. You let the silence linger for far too long before finally voicing an opinion on the matter: you were bored. You reach the bottom of your tall cylinder of soda, the last few bursts of carbonation exploding on your tongue and tickling your throat. Some other words and ideas crowd in the back of your throat but common sense is strong enough to hold them off, only letting "Let's go on an adventure" spill forward.
***
Adventures are something you're good at. Very good at. FLARPing has lead all sorts of secret places to your knowledge, to be pillaged or war-run at a later date. But there was one you never really got around to showing Vriska. It was near enough to Karkat's hive to walk to and was beautiful. It crossed over the edge of a forest and ran through it for maybe a hundred paces. Colour bubbled and burst from every crevice and practically choked you with sensory overload. Of course you didn't want to show him until you got there. It would ruin the surprise when he could see it from far away. So, with a swear on his red-beating heart that he'll keep his eyes closed lest Inspector Melonfoot arrest him, the two of you creep towards the woods. He gives you a verbal flogging for not revealing your destination, which wasn't totally unexpected. The grass is thick and tangled around your shoes and you might have started dragging him at one point and your cane catches in every little sinkhole and the dusty night air made it hard to smell, but you reach the spot, in haling deeply, your red eyes rolling back in bliss. God and any other entities out there you thank them for this beautiful bouquet of slick cherry and blazing orange cream and bubbles of the brightest blue you've ever tasted. You've only ever been here by yourself, but now you're here, in your special place, with the troll your red quadrant does backflips for and begs to be treated with. Karkat Vantas infuriates you, but there's something in his quips and jests that's kind and challenging and lovable. And it's so great that you reach up and peel his fingers from his face and just hold them in yours as your mind trips over his gasp of 'woah'. The word is so awed and innocent that it surprises you for a moment. Something about this place could turn grumpypants mcbluhletters into a speechless gapefish. He says your name but doesn't connect the word to anything meaningful, and that's alright. Its alright because he squeezes your hand and says that it was defiantly way less boring than his movie. Joy bubbles inside of you and you laugh, pushing off on your toes and pecking him on the cheek. You say it's no big deal but that's a lie. You choke back those red feelings once again but are awful at it, and even worse when he kisses you back.
just a quick heads up that only the first 5 tags show up in the tags so if you use 5 for every single one THEN karezi then all this wonderful stuff's not gonna show up in there!! :O
shuffles around but i hate to bother but,,, are the rest of the messages going to get sent out? I see people already finishing theirs and I still haven't gotten mine.
Mob B and I are working on it!
I'm trying to figure out where she left off since we were working from opposite ends of a list.
...
That's not in complete order OTL.
I'm trying to get a few done a night.
Don't worry about a deadline for now.
BUT if you have a concern with becoming too busy soon to do these, ask us off of anon and I'll make sure to send you yours. Otherwise just have some patience please. :3
Karkat was yelling angrily at Sollux for coding viruses while they were basically waiting to die. It seemed like Sollux was attempting to yell back, but it wasn’t going quite as well as he might have hoped, given to the unfortunate fact that the letter S kept coming up in his wild card vocabulary.
“Thut the fuck up, KK” Sollux screamed over Karkat’s infernal rant. “If you don’t watch yourthelf, I’ll thlip the viruth into your huthktop's code.”
This, apparently wasn’t the thing to say to Karkat, whose volume increased and hand gestures because more erratic. His buttons were so easy to push, it was near comical. And he couldn’t do much of anything to help it. You grin at this thought, still tracking the overly predictable conversation.
It ended much like every other disagreement between them had before it, Karkat storming off and Sollux turning back to the screen with a huff, and pulling up the virus, now working on it out of spite. The air temporarily stood still with the silence, before the young trolls couldn’t take it anymore and the usual racketing banter started up again in various pairs around the room.
Terezi stood up, taking a long sniff to get a clearer picture. The dingy grays hit her nose with the speed of a bullet, and she grimaced. One of her main problems with being stuck on this huge speeding rock going through space was the lack of vivid color. That was enough of the meteor for a while, Terezi decided, taking a brisk pace out the door and down the stairs.
A couple minutes later, she arrived at her favorite scalemate pile. Of the three piles she had created in the meteor, this one obviously smelled the best. Can’t you tell, with the lovely mixing aromas between the lively yellows balancing with mellow blues, shocking greens accenting the rest of the air. And of course, there was also the nearly overpoweringly bold red, which you had purposefully settled nearer to the top of the pile. She let herself fall over into the pile and sunk down a little into it before giggling. Who didn’t love a good, palatable pile to fall asleep in?
Terezi removed her lucid red glasses, folding them and gently tossing them to the side of the pile, deciding to find out exactly where they went when she woke up. Her eyes closed shut effortlessly, and she was out faster than the electricity during a power outage.
~
Scarlet eyes opened, soon accompanied by a smile of excitement as the Seer propped herself up and looked around the room. Just as she had left it, slight clutter gathering in likely places, yet still the room gave off that unmistakable gleam of elegance that she could only connect with the wondrous airs of prospit. The honeysuckle fragrance surrounded her, along with varying degrees of peach, lemon and the unexplainable kettlecorn that always seemed just out of her reach.
There wasn’t much that Terezi loved more than her designated moon, but she couldn’t lie, there was one thing that would vastly improve her time being spent there. Legs were swung over the side of her resting slab, and she pushed herself onto her feet, still happily taking in the color of the moon. Anything was better than the dreary and dry feeling of smelling the concrete greys for more time than was demanded, and although she felt that it could use just a little more variations of colors through the land, she was not in any position to complain while in the classy city.
Her feet, seemingly on auto-pilot of her permanent routine, braces on the floor for a second, before pushing off as the air split around her, and the sense of weight was lost and she glided easily through the air. This might have been what swimming felt like, if she had the experience to compare it too. There was a lot of things that Terezi Pyrope loved, but surely flying was somewhere on that list. Besides, nobody was going to spend over two hours taking all of the stairs down to get to the bottom of the tower.
Easily gliding out of the window, she felt enjoyed the view of the bustling city before shifting her weight to the left and picking up speed. She arrived at a twin of her own tower within a minute, and flew into the window without hesitation.
The room, all in all, wasn’t all that different from her own. It was a lot more tidy, but that was a given fact, seeing as this room hadn’t yet fulfilled its purpose. The bed, was occupied by a small, relaxed figure with a scowl that seemed permanently stuck in place. Terezi landed easily and silently on the floor, gravity returning to help secure her feet and she stiffened her spine slightly for support.
“Hello there, grumpy-guts,” Terezi greeted as she strolled slowly over to the bed, her face still sporting her nearly constant shit-eating grin. “Still sleeping in? You know you’re going to miss all of the fun if you just sit there in your own personal raincloud of worry”.
There was no response. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t expecting it, but it was still disheartening to only be answered by that dull silence each time she spoke. Her stroll ended her standing next to the bed as she looked down onto Karkat’s face and sighed. She wished he would at least get some peace of mind when he slept, but apparently even unconsciously, he couldn’t seem to catch a break. She plopped down at the foot of the bed, scooting back until her back was braced by the wall.
“Y’know, you’d really really like it here, Karkat,” Terezi said conversationally, as if she were commenting on the arrangement of the furniture. “It’s really quite peaceful.”
No response from the sleeping knight. Not even an extra grimace or a mumble. Just the lastingly unresponsive body time and time again refuses to wake up.
“You’re way too stubborn for your own good,” Terezi said, slight annoyance creeping into her tone as she shifted closer to him. “You’ve gotten into three arguments today and we haven’t even tracked down what we’re going to eat for middle meal. And all of them were over something stupid and silly.” Her hands found his feathery hair, and began fiddling around, smoothing out the tufts that covered his head. “It’s really funny to watch you argue to the point where you get word-muscle-tied,” Terezi continued, caught between amusement and exasperation. “But you should give your poor speech whole a break sometimes; you’re always running it off.”
Karkat’s expression relaxed a bit as she fiddled with his hair, yet he still remained as asleep as he had always been. Terezi groaned impatiently and poked his cheeks repeatedly, despite knowing it was futile. Most all of her efforts to wake him up probably amounted to nothing. She knew that waking up was probably going to have to be something he did for himself, but it never really stopped her from trying. After a minute, she eased up a bit, allowing herself a dramatic huff that admittedly, wasn’t all that different from the one Sollux had given earlier.
“Quit being a dumbass and wake up soon,” she said tiredly, settling back against the wall, and letting the silence claim its territory once again.
hey, when i finish my fill i'm going to post it in ao3, and i should just send in the link to it, or should i fill out like someone normally would for a fic?
Hey I just wanted to let you know I may be a little late submitting my drawing. It's done but it is on paper and the computer I'm borrowing isn't cooperating to let me upload the picture. Hopefully I'll fix the problem soon
The dates are being pushed forward for our lack of organisation. It's fine, and we apologize.
Honestly, it's mostly personal issues and me being dumb on my part, but it's a okay! :D
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