#dualleer

[metalchairz]

Quick ancestor ships and songs I listened to while drawing them.

Redglare gets around I guess. Oh, I just realized that all the people Redglare is thirsting over are older women, sljdfhdsfl.

[eridyke]

Ok be honest you guys does anyone else ship Dualscar and Darkleer as moirails or am I crazy and should be locked up somewhere.

[kayforpay]

if ur still doin the thing [because i miss everything and im going through my dashboard from like fucking hours ago im slow] California [There Is No End To Love]- U2. with like, idk. seadwellers. dualscar/somebody?

The sky turns enchanting when the sun is still going down. Shades of orange, green and blue flood into it from horizon to horizon, a hemospectrum painted on the sky. Dualscar’s memories exist solely in this time, the liminal spaces of the other memories crashing together met with a constant, gorgeous sunset, the eternal beginning to a night that never came.

On his deck, activities are still not happening; he got up earlier than the skeleton crew he was required, and he keeps himself trapped in the last memory; sunset, still sea, sails furled. The sea is still enough that, in this space after death, he can walk across it, into other memories, into a cavern full of grubs that only remember being grubs, into a clownpound by the sea where no one knew his name.

Usually, he sequesters himself on the ship, but when Darkleer makes the trek, he doesn’t complain. He sits leaning against the railing and completing whatever tasks he’s set out for himself, more and more of which center around the times when Darkleer does come for a visit, even if more often than not he just settles down beside him, knee almost touching, a breeze he brings with him in memories making his hair tickle against Dualscar’s face.

“Do you want to come with me?” He asks, long ago having forgone the usual greetings someone of his class would give and get. “To my hive, I mean.”

His hand creeps over, rests lightly on the deck, his pinkie and palm pressed to Dualscar’s. “Why?” He turns, closes his hand as much as he can around Darkleer’s hand.

“We have time.” He says, turning his hand over and so, so carefully returning the hold. “We have the thing that other trolls in-- Other trolls, I guess, usually don’t have as much of. Time.”

He sweats, his throat working to try and swallow, and Dualscar smirks, his clouded eye closing in a wink. “Didn’t know you missed me that much.” The teasing makes him sweat worse, but that’s fine. Dualscar turns, his leg cramping as he does from sitting so long, and brushes some of that long, smooth hair aside to kiss the corner of his mouth. “How old were you?”

“Th-thirty-two.” He stutters, licking his lips. He lets his head be turned towards Dualscar’s. “How old were you?”

Dualscar ignores the question for a moment, pulling him into another kiss; different from the jade, different from Spinnerett. A gentle one, with Darkleer leading and Dualscar slowing him down. “Older than you. Doesn’t matter, I guess.”

[kayforpay]

Darkleer and Dualscar, Genghis Khan? watch?v=P_SlAzsXa7E

He could snap you in half, but he doesn’t flinch away when you grab his hair. Softer. Not enough to hurt. He looks down at you apologetically. “I’m sorry.”

You suck in a sharp breath, his blue eyes are all big and soft and you want to kiss him. “You’re fine. I just worry.” You lie, kissing him. He accepts it, his arms looping behind your back. “I should have contacted you. I’m sorry. I overreacted. I get a little, uh.”

Darkleer’s hands run through your hair, terribly gentle, you feel the hum of the circuits in his suit against your horn. “It’s alright.”

Your chest aches at his tone. It’s your fault for storming in, teeth bared, ready to find some lowblood in his hive, and found him having just gotten dressed. He forgives too easily, so you pet him anyway, kissing his jaw. You’ll do it again, of course. You’ve done it before. He accepts it implicitly, accepts every quirk and overreaction and cold tone you throw his way, even when you’re begging yourself not to because he will.

That’s part of what makes it so hard to not think he has someone else. Some soft-handed little tealblood, or a clown from the compound, or even just a rotating cavalcade of other trolls warming his bed. How can he be so forgiving if he’s not covering.

“Dualscar.” He starts, then stops, looking at you closely. “Cronus.”

Your eyes meet his unsteadily. “Yeah?” It’s still hard to let anyone use your name. You don’t know his, but you never asked.

“I love you.” He looks calm, aware of all of the things about him; that he’s huge and powerful and gorgeous and intelligent, like he’s never not been aware that he’s everything you’ve always striven for. Confidence rolls off him in waves, carefully kept in check by an obscene obsession with regulations and his own terror over the power he doesn’t have over his own body. “You don’t have to be worried. At least not when you’re here.”

You don’t cry. Because he’d feel bad. But you do slide your hands around his back to the tiny catches there, under his shoulders, open his suit up so you can feel just him not crushing you, no technology keeping it from happening. He doesn’t complain, lets you peel it off with a soft hiss, each burn aching as the electrodes drag. You want to crawl under his skin sometimes, but now you just grope his chest, kiss his collar.

“I know you do. I love you more.” You purr, look up at him with his unmarred face and wait for him to look away from the clouded white of your scarred eye, but he doesn’t. “You’re too good for me.”

He twitches, his fingers just pressed to your ribs. “No. You’re perfect.” He kisses the base of your horn, sucking in a soft gasp when your hand slides down to his sheathe. “Especially for me, Cronus.”

“What’s your name?” You ask, looking up at him, suddenly desperate for knowledge you never needed before. “Your real name. The one you hatched with.”

Darkleer blinks, then smiles his broken-toothed smile. “Horuss Zahhak. I’m so glad you asked.” He lifts you, abandoning his duties for the night as he carries you away from the door. “I was worried you weren’t interested.”

“I’m interested. I want to know.” You sit up on his platform, even as he kneels at the end, his cheek on your thigh. “I want to know about you. Horuss, I’ve always been curious.” His name feels solid in your mouth.

Horuss looks so delighted that your pusher skips a beat, and you can hardly breathe before he’s on your lap, pushing you down to kiss you and hold you against himself. “I’m so happy. I-I didn’t want to assume.” He kisses you and you see stars by the time he pulls away, your chest feeling so much lighter now that you know you’re not fucking up, for once.

[bookwormally]

DualSignLeer trying to pick out a pet at a shelter?

Sainath cannot stop smiling. There’s a cacophony of noise from all the animals and he wants to hug every single one. “Oh my fuck. Where do we even start?” He moves right to the first set of cages which seems to contain things that are small and fluffy.

Orpheus is moving to the opposite side of the room where all the dogs are caged. Ezhno is left in the middle. He sighs. “You already have a dog,” he says Orpheus’s direction. Orpheus ignores him and smiles at a dog that is sniffing his hands through the door.

Ezhno turns to Sainath instead. “We are going to leave with another dog, aren’t we?”

Sainath laughs. “Probably.” He’s wiggling his fingers through the gaps in the door for a kitten to watch and paw at. “Look at this cute little puffball. We should get a cat.”

“It will claw everything up, knock things over, and litterbox training is not very fun.” Ezhno reaches up to make sure his hair is tied back properly. He does not want a paw snagging it and mussing it up.

Sai sticks his tongue out at Ezhno. “You’re no fun. If you don’t want a kitten or puppy then we can get an older animal. We do need an animal that can stay alone for a while when we’re at work. That’s why I vote for a cat.” He pulls his fingers from the cage and moves to the next one.

Ezhno pats his shoulder and goes to join Orpheus. “We are not getting a puppy or kitten. Sainath and I have decided.”

Orpheus looks up from rubbing a puppy’s belly. “What?”

“None of us are home enough to have enough time for a young animal. No puppy. Look at the older dogs.” Ezhno squats down too and offers his fingers for sniffing. The puppy gives him a sniff and then yaps. “That is just rude.”

Orpheus grins. “No love for you.”

“Orpheus, Ezhno! Come look!” Sainath’s voice comes from not too far down the cat cages. Ezhno stands up as Orpheus puts the puppy back in the cage. They both move to Sainath who is cuddling a very large cat.

Ezhno arches an eyebrow. Orpheus bends down closer to eye level. “How did you find the ugliest cat in the place?”

Sainath huffs. “Don’t be rude, Orpheus. This cat is adorable and you are an asshole.” He cuddles the cat closer and it starts purring. “Listen to that! How lovable.”

Ezhno looks at Orpheus who just sighs. “It’s a decision all three of us are making,” he reminds Ezhno.

Ezhno hums and reaches out a hand. He rubs between the cat’s ears. “I like this cat. If he wants it, then we should get it.”

Orpheus wrinkles his nose. “Fine. I’m going to go enjoy a bit more time with a puppy before we go.” He leans over the cat to kiss Sainath’s cheek. “You better be happy with that cat.”

“Oh I will be, Orpheus. He is just a delight, I can tell.” Sainath hugs the cat and the cat purrs a bit louder. Ezhno and Orpheus both smile at the two of them.

[bookwormally]

brotp (did I spell the last one brotop?) headcanon number two: Darkleer and Dualscar

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: Darkleer (let us talk of Dualscar’s self-image problems)

who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: Dualscar

who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: Darkleer

who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: both in turn

who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: Dualscar

who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: uh can’t really see either but let’s go with Dualscar

who starts and who wins the pillow fights: Dualscar, but Darkleer puts up a fight

who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: pffft Dualscar

[bookwormally]

Oh gosh, I love your stories! OK so um. Humanstuck Poly DualSignLeer? They all live together and it's real nice. And maybe the anniversary of their relationship, one of them tries to bake a big fancy cake but either it A)burns horribly or B) the other two eat it before the words are put in and don't realize, hey, this cake was for the "/anniversary/ oh my god you can't just EAT a random cake"

Orpheus comes home from the store with flowers. Ezhno is there at the door to greet him and is handed one bouquet. It makes him roll his eyes but also smile. His are some white roses. The bright red ones are obviously for Sainath. Orpheus moves to find him even as Ezhno continues upstairs to change for dinner.

Sai is found in the kitchen having a piece of cake and is delighted to see the flowers. He jumps to hug Orpheus and almost squishes the flowers if not for Orpheus’s quick reactions. They trade a kiss and then sit down and share the piece of cake.

Ezhno comes to find them and encourage them to also get changed for dinner since their reservation is soon and stops dead at the sight of them. “What are you doing?”

They both look a little flushed to be caught feeding each other but pushes the bite into Orpheus’s mouth anyway. “Having a bit of cake. You know the waits at these places Ezhno. It won’t spoil the meal.” Orpheus nods.

Ezhno brings a hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. “That wasn’t just any cake. That was for today. I was going to finish decorating it while you two got cleaned up. It was for when we got home, a surprise. You should not just eat things.”

“It’s in the kitchen. How are we supposed to know?” Orpheus huffs. Still he stands up and comes over to put an arm around Ezhno. “Still, I’m sorry. It’s just a piece and you can still decorate it and we’ll love it? You can blame Sai for the missing piece in any pictures.”

Sainath blows a raspberry at Orpheus. “Oh shush, you ate it too. Though I did cut the piece. I’m so sorry Ezhno.” He comes over to Ezhno’s other side and hugs his waist.

Ezhno sighs. “You’re both ridiculous. But somehow I love you anyway. Go get cleaned up and I will try to make it look nice regardless.” He gets a kiss to each cheek and can’t help a smile.

[bookwormally]

Okay, but imagine DualSignLeer and a cold winter night.

He glares at them over his cocoon of blankets. Bright red eyes are particularly effective when anger fills them. Signless is not going to budge. Dualscar and Darkleer trade a look. They both nod.

Signless’s eyes goes wide. “What are you two...?”

They both rush him, one to each side and scoop him up. Signless squeals but they don’t pull him out of his blankets. They just cuddle him between them, blankets and all. Signless pulls the blankets closer. “Fuck off. I’m already freezing and you two with your cold blood are not going to help!”

Dualscar pulls a bit of the blanket over Signless’s head. “We’re not that fucking cold. Shut your gob and let us share your heat. You’re being a whiny selfish shit.”

“Language,” Darkleer mutters even as he pulls the blanket back off and presses his nose to Signless’s hair. “It is very cold. You are warm. You cannot blame us for wanting to share your amble body heat. We are not making you come out of the blankets after all.”

Signless grumbles even as they cuddle him between them. It does feel nice... “If I wake up freezing because you two sucked up all my heat I’m leaving you both.”

Dualscar laughs even as Darkleer sighs. They both know he’d hardly leave because of that. He’s just grumpy because of the chill. Between the three of them they’ll do their best to chase it away.