Dec 14, 2011
hmn
and i thought being dead would help with the bipolar mood swings
oh well at least im not going anywhere
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hmn
and i thought being dead would help with the bipolar mood swings
oh well at least im not going anywhere
==> BETA!DAVE: Be the fourth letter in the alphabet.
Man, you're not to sure about that command, your neighbors are a little weird.
==> No literally, dammit.
Okay fine.
You are now "D" Strider, a dead not dead beta, failed version of the "original" Dave Strider from this timeline and you cannot help but chuckle as the indigo blood in front of you quietly and sincerely asks for a prolonged visit from you.
CS: sure id be happier than kleptomaniac in a department store free of any security cameras
You tug the other along, not even sure of where to go, only that you'll know a place when you find it.
==> BETA!DAVE: Reset name?
You furrow your brows and purse your lips in consideration. Names have little meaning to you in this state. You simply Are and that is all that matters in your mind.
A grave and serious voice is donned when you speak at last.
CS: call me ishmael
CS: hunter of moby dick the largest and whitest dick in all the seven seas
You keep your best poker face on before shrugging.
CS: just kidding
CS: but seriously i dunno and i kinda dont give a fuck either way
CS: just call me the first thing that pops into your head
==> BETA!DAVE: Lean.
You tilt your head further into Gamzee's hand as he lays and runs it over your head. While alive, you never would have admitted this, too "cool" to confess any sort of need or reliance on other people, but you do thrive off of contact and attention. That and it's just plain nice.
Humming a contented sound out, you return the favor, almost getting your fingers tangled in that black mass of accidental dreadlocks.
CS: at least you and your pale buddy reunited though
CS: dudes like you and him gotta stick close and do the moirail thing
At the mention of the complexity of "Dave" being both you and also the alpha you shrug uncaringly and crane your head to glance at the ocean for a moment.
CS: hell show up eventually
CS: the alpha i mean
CS: and yeah its a messy set for pronouns
CS: we are the same person but we arent cause if he was the beta and i was the alpha nothing would really be different
CS: the only difference between us is a head wound and a change of attitude
==> BETA!DAVE: Hug it out, motherfucker.
You're pulled into Gamzee's arms, held close and you settle. More than that, you feel more solid than before. Being made real, giving a big old fuck you to death with a raised middle finger is strange, though not as strange as love itself.
Which is what this feeling is, clearly. What else could it be?
CS: maybe i did
CS: though really its a bit more complicated than that
CS: its like someone set off my version of the bat signal
Unknown to you since you cannot observe the physical changes of your face at present, your eyes begin to brighten, the blank whiteness of death slowly being dispelled.
CS: howve you been??
==> BETA!DAVE: Be yearned for.
From the etherial realm of the dreaming dead you feel a pull, a tugging sensation not unlike a string on your chest drawing you elsewhere. Dollars to double donuts you bet you know exactly who's beckoning you, a certain someone with an recently developed affinity for skulls and ritual candles.
It would be rude to leave him hanging so you close your eyes and focus on finding Gamzee.
==> Traverse.
Briny waves of oceanic water envelops you and washes you out, carries you away from your "dreambubble" and into the so called "real world". Above a rooftop, the sky gives birth to your paradoxical existence, and you silently drop down behind your indigo friend and murderer.
You brush off the residual dream matter like dust and pull your hood down from your head as you approach the troll.
There is no need to hide who and what you are around him.
With eyes half lidded and partly cloudy like watered down milk, you smile as you greet Gamzee.
CS: you rang??
rolls to the lap ((casually handwrites dreampoststs;;;)))
cuddles and kisses belly fuck you are too cute
[[ excelleeeent ]]
yeah!! the guy wanna meet the dad on not scary terms. Hey cuddles! cuddles
im cool with that also im cool with cuddles
cmere you