[ID :Fanart of Dr Habit and Kamal Bora from Smile For Me the game, but it's my AU Roseverse. It's traditional artwork that has been colored and edited digitally.
This is a dream that a teenaged Kamal is having. We only see the back of his head, he wears a ponytail and two gold earrings, with a plastic flower in his hair alongside a white band(for the ponytail). His shirt is striped white and coral pink. He stands at the bottom of grand yellow stairs which glow. Hes looking at the top.
At the top of the stairs are a future version of him and his friend Habit. Habit is holding Kamal up and kissing him, Kamal looks blissful. Habit is dressed flamboyantly and his hair is rose-pink. Kamal looks much older too, with greying hair and sagging cheeks. He wears a rose-pink shirt and loose green pants.
Habit holds up a yellow umbrella, which shields them from rain as well as a shower of red petals, coming from a spot of light. Giant purple storm clouds hang in the background. Where the stairs' top newel posts should be, there are instead two twin rainbows which reach across the sky and overlap.
The weather looks heavily rainy, a smudge of greys and blues. End ID]
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Yes its my AU. The prompt is " dream "
I was inspired by this very significant dream I had when I was very young where I kissed one of my girl-friends on top of the school stairs, woke up, and then freaked out bad haha
So this is Kamal as a teen at the bottom X p seeing them( him and Habit...IM GONNA DO HABISMAL THIS WHOLE WEEK ) in some kind of surreal vision
Imagine seeing a future where you and your friends are happy🥹
The stairs are,like....Well Kamals scared of stairs right? So it's like....a risky climb but a worthy climb...
PS: yeah Kamals trans(man) in case you were confused why his younger self looks like a girl
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[ ID: A small animation where the aforementioned teenage Kamal ponders on what he's seeing. He thinks about the Habit he knows , who is also a teen. Habit looks miserable, his hair brown and cut short. His mouth bleeds. Kamal wonders " They look happy. Is that...(Habit) and me...?" The rain pours in the background, which is the animated part of it. End ID]
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The main art was inspired by a fan made poster for the movie Mouna Ragam
And here's a little extra shshjI have to work things out but like I guess their teenage years weren't very awesome(same ).
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I wish I could tell you all I wasn't literally listening to Indian Justin Bieber drawing this but I WASSS🙈
Content: Habismal, Habismollar family mentioned, Kamal has issues sleeping, fluff, Boris shadow form has weird hypnosis like powers he uses on a willing Kamal
Kamal couldn’t sleep again.
He had that issue sometimes, waves of insomnia, not always brought on by worries about the future but often enough to be annoying.
He had them since high school, nothing new to him, nothing to worry about. If anything it was a good time to get some reading done or to do some cleaning.
At least that used to be the case until he started rooming with his ex boss.
Boris face is unimpressed as he stands in the doorway of their kitchen, illuminated by the light of the small lamp hanging over the table where Kamal was doing some studying , arms crossed, a frown on his face and Kamal hasn’t felt like he got caught with his hands in the cookie jar for ages, but Habits scowl could keep up with the most sternest of mothers.
“… Heeey buddy.”
“Kamal…. It’s free am.”
“Hey….hey now I was not pulling an all nighter again.”
Boris brows furrow further.
“No! No, swear! Not this time!”
Kamal holds his hands up in defense, hoping to convey to his friend that he is indeed telling the truth, even if his track record did not do him any favors in this regard. He was a night owl at heart, much to his early birds displeasure.
“I just couldn’t… just couldn’t sleep is all.”
Boris expression softens a little, even though he still doesn’t seem quite convinced.
“Couldn’t sleehp?”
Kamal sighs, lifting his cup to get another sip of tea, only to realize in disappointment that it has already gotten cold.
“Yeah. Must be a full moon or whatever people say these days.”
He pulls away from the table, trying to scooch his chair as little as possible to not wake up Putunia quietly, before he heads to the counter.
“… want some tea too boss?”
Boris thinks for a second and nods, sitting down at the table as Kamal pulls the mug Putunia made for his last birthday from the shelf. The rose she’d drawn on it looked more like a red cabbage, but it was still Boris favorite mug.
“I’ve been trying to get some shut eye since midnight, but nothings working. Trust me, if I could have I would have.”
Boris voice is mildly concerned as he asks
“… Did yuo… habe a bad dream?”
Kamal takes a second to register both the tone and assumption of the question and he does his best to dispel any worry as he shoots Boris a tired smile.
“Hm? Uh. Nah. Nah that’s usually not an issue at all. Worst I get are the dreams where I flunk sixth grade PE class…”
His joke makes Boris snort a little and he visibly relaxes.
“S just a thing that happens to me sometimes. I… I don’t know… WHY it happens, but it ain’t that bad… two sugar?”
“Du we have hunny?”
“Yeah. Want that?”
“Yes pls.”
They share their tea in comfortable silence, Kamals feet on the pleasantly cool tiled kitchen floor as he absentmindedly rubs his thumb over the warm porcelain of the mug and Boris blearily drinking his chamomile tea, clearly still tired and getting ready to go back to bed.
The clock ticks on
Half an hour passes before Boris shifts, yawning as he does.
“Heading back?”
“Hmm-hmm… I em not cut out for this.”
Boris gets up, setting his mug quietly next to the sink.
He turns back to Kamal and stops in his tracks for a second, like his mind just realized something.
“If… you’d come beck to bed we could… do something?”
“… do something? At this time?”
“Sumfing to help you sleeps I mean.”
“I mean… sure? I’m not gonna count sheep though.”
Boris rolls his eyes.
“Ibm not gonna make you count sheep.”
“Aight… worth a try I guess.”
The sheets are still as crumpled a the way he left them when he went to the kitchen and Boris, the sweetheart he is, insists of fluffing up his pillows for him before Kamal lays down again.
The blankets are refreshingly cool as Kamal gets tucked in and he has to admit, it was nice being cared for like this, even if he wasn’t sure he would fall asleep anytime sooner just because Boris insisted on doing so.
Speak of the devil, the sheets next to him shift as Boris kneels down on his side of the bed and looks down at him with a calm smile.
“Compfy?”
“Extremely.” Kamal admits.
It feels a bit funny to be tucked in from all sides like he is expected to pupate overnight, but he cannot deny it’s relaxing.
Boris nods in approval, before his expression turns a little bit more bashful and he tucks a curl behind his ear.
“Sooo… I’ve been thenking of somefing that may help but it maye be a bit… spooky.”
Kamal wiggles in what could be considered mild alarm.
“Spooky… uhhhhh… spooky how exactly?”
“Not bahd!” Boris assures him quickly.
“But I… would have to.. yuo knoe…”
… Ahhhhh. That thing he does.
Truly, it was something that Kamal still considered a bit unsettling and indeed “spooky”, but it was not something that actually concerned or scared him anymore.
He had known about Boris second form for a while now, seen it, lived with it, and apart from the occasional jumpscare when he went down to get a glass of water… it had rapidly stop to creep him out the more time went on.
Truthfully, he had started to grow fond of it in a way. Remembering something pulling a blanket over him while he was half asleep, or seeing something scoop under Putunias doorway, just to make sure she was asleep and well in her room, it was less like being haunted by a ghost and more like being protected by a shadow.
“Oh! Oh that’s fine. Knock yourself out big guy.”
He gets a happy, gap toothed smile in response, as Boris settles next to him.
“Obkay! Just… try to keep an opin mind…”
He changes between blinks.
The shadowy figure smiles down on Kamal and the dental assistant gives his best to give him a reassuring smile.
“… Hey there.”
The shadow does not answer in response but Kamal thinks he sees the glow of his smile grow just a tiny bit brighter.
Boris hand reaches out towards him.
The sensation of his touch feels a bit like the static on a tv screen Kamal thinks, as his long fingers gently tuck a strand of loose hair out of Kamals face.
He starts slowly, gliding his thumb over Kamals brows and the bridge of his nose, gently caressing the sides of his face, before his fingers gently tangle into the his hair and scratch over Kamals scalp, the tingling sensation sending a pleasant buzz trough his brain.
He is not quite sure a head massage is going to help him sleep, but it sure isn’t something he is going to turn down and he has to admit, His eyelids do grow heavier by the second.
Boris puts his palm on his forehead and stops, causing Kamal to open his eyes again just so and as he meets his friends eyes he realizes that Boris is looking at him with a sort of inquiring look.
His palm slides down his forehead and over his eyebrows slightly and Kamal just gives him a gentle nod, before Boris eyes completely cover his eyelids.
Everything around him becomes completely covered in black.
Not even the sort of darkness that exists in a room that has been completely shielded from all sunlight, this feels different somehow, there is no light at all anymore, just black. Not just darkness but just… dark.
The humm in his brain increases.
Have his arms felt that heavy before?
He can actively feel himself fall asleep and part of Kamal thinks that he SHOULD be worried about witnessing it so clearly, but the only thing he is left with is complete trust in Boris and the pleasant buzz in his mind… One… two….
He doesn’t even make it to three.
It’s 10 am when he finally wakes up again, disoriented, confused even and he takes a good minute to pierce together who he even is and what happend the night before.
Ah…. yeah that did help a lot actually.
Boris is already up, because of course he is, and Kamal can make out the Saturday morning tv already playing in the living room.
He makes his way downstairs still in his pajamas and is greeted to Boris mulling over a puzzle Nect to Putunia, who is transfixed on the tv and not even noticing the crumbs of cereal spread across her face.
“Oh! Good murnin …Iye already had breakfass but if yuo want some coffee deres still sum in the kitchen.”
Kamal makes his way over, still groggy, but feeling… oddly refreshed… glowing. His eyes fall onto Boris mug from yesterday and after rinsing it out he pours a bit of coffee for him as well, before adding enough milk to make it more of a milkshake than anything else, just how he knows Boris likes it.
When he comes back Putunia has switched her attention over to the Puzzle and now both her and Boris are kneeling next to the coffee table, mulling over the pieces together.
Kamal sets both of their cups down next to the side table before leaning over to press a Kiss on Boris temple.
“Mornin…”
Boris smiles before turning his head so he can return the kiss proper, not being bothered by Kamals morning breath and his expression turns into one of knowing.
“Moooornin~… did you have a good sleeps? :- )”
And Kamal snorts a little and rolls his eyes, before he joins them both at the table.
