G L A M O U R

{ i feel like i'm the worst / so i always act like i'm the best }

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“YoU sHoUlD dO iT mOrE mOtHeRfUcKiN’ oFtEn. It GeTs Ya ThInKiN’ sOmEtImEs.”

He continued to stand and stare off into the distance before settling himself down onto the soft sand below him. His hand was still held to the others and he tugged at it lightly. He hoped she’d get the gist that he was motioning her to sit next to him or something.

    Vestal stood for a moment longer, pausing and looking at the water for a moment (which was most likely her trying to look dramatic) before seating herself next to the other.     She offered a small hum that signaled her agreement with his words, and eased her head onto his shoulder (though she could barely reach it. It was an awkward angle, but she’d probably just get used to it) and then began to comment on various things.     “the ssand iss ssoft,” she murmured, letting a few grains fall through her free hand’s grasp.

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“CoUrSe I dO. wElL, i MeAn I tYpIcAlLy BrInG a BoTtLe Of MoThErFuCkIn’ FaYgO aNd KiCk bAcK wHiLe I’m HeRe.”

Gamzee blinked as he heard her more tense and quiet tone. She was a hell of a lot louder earlier. Maybe her voice was starting to hurt or something? But his best bud always yelled and never seemed to exhaust his voice.. Everyone’s different though.

“YoU mOthErFuCkIn’ AlRiGht, MaJeStY?” he questioned just in case she had something on her mind.

    “hm? oh, yess, i’m fine,” she murmured under her breath. She’d watched the soft waves cripple against the shore every so often, and smiled softly (and of course, she made she that was an elegant grin), glancing up to the taller troll.     “i’\/e ne\/er really taken a moment to ssit quiet iss all, you know?” Though she was sure he wouldn’t understand what she meant, she found comfort in expressing her thoughts.

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The troll was silent before removing his gaze from the waters rippling surface and back to the other. His grin had subsided to a soft smile, and his eyes seemed to twinkle with wonder. He pointed at the waves loosely with his free hand and straightened up some.

“JuSt LoOkIn’ At ThIs MoThErFuCkIn’ MiRaClE. It’S rEaL rElAxIn’.”his deep tone seemed to fill the silence that had embraced them moments before aside from the subtle noises of the waves.

    Vestal hummed a subtle agreement, and bounced off of the balls of her feet idly. She wasn’t sure if she should interrupt his silence anymore ; believe it or not, she didn’t want to come across as even more rude than she already had.     Eventually, though she spoke up a bit meekly. “do you do this often?” She asked, tone a bit confused.

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“Oh YeAh. He’S a PrEtTy CoOl MoThErFuCkEr. So No NeEd To WoRrY yOuR pReTtY lItLe HeAd, MaJesTy.”

As the duo stepped onto the sand, Gamzee’s focus now lie with the rolling waves. He stopped in his tracks and watched it happily. The noises that the waves emitted were fairly relaxing to the troll and made him zone out more than he already did on his own. He seemed to forget his companion and just continued to stare into the waters absentmindedly.

    Vestal watched his features as he did so, studying his expression carefully. How could a troll possibly drift off so easily? She was always so hyper-aware of her surroundings, so this was astounding for her to watch.     She followed his gaze off into the water, watching the ripples of the water drift to and fro.      “... what are we looking at, gamzee?” She whispered, as if whispering would help not make her words stick out in the sheen quietness.

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“YeAh! ThE mOtHeRfUcKeR iS aLwAyS oUt At SeA, sO iT’d Be NiCe To SeE hIm.”

Gamzee continued on his way and blinked a bit as he felt her grip tighten some. He brushed the feeling off but looked back at her. The tone of her voice had changed from earlier, and he felt more or less confused on why it was like that. He pondered on why she must’ve changed tones but instead opted for waiting to see what happened.

    Vestal figured that his lusus was more or less nice, because he wasn’t as tense as herself. There was still a lingering sense of paranoia, but it was merely biting in the back of her mind.     As they neared the beach, she turned to glance up at the taller troll. “iss he nice?” She asked (though it was an ungodly late time to ask that), pursing her lips out of nervousness.

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“MaN, wE’rE gOnNa HaVe So MuCh MoThErFuCkIn’ FuN!”

Gamzee grabbed onto her hand gently and begun the trek to the beach. He began to ramble on about how gorgeous the beach was and use his free hand to make gestures whilst he talked.

“mAyBe We’Ll SeE mY lUsUs.”

    Vestal listened intently to what he was saying, happily following along with his rambles closely. She tilted her head at the mention of his lusus - honestly, with the way her own lusus was to her, she hoped his wasn’t the same way.     “your lussuss?” She inquired timidly (which was odd, coming from her!) and instinctively tightened her small fingers in his hand.

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Gamzee nodded in response and made a mental note for himself. He the moved his arms behind his head in a relaxed position and smiled at her enthusiasm for her new nickname. “GlAd YoU mOtHeRfUcKiN’ lIkE iT, mAjEsTy,” he seemed to pause in thought before continuing.

“NoW tHaT i GoT yOuR nAmE, i WaNnA uP aNd KnOw If YoU’d WaNnA jOiN tHiS mOtHeRfUcKeR fOr A wAlK oN tHe BeAcH oR sOmEtHiN’ sO wE cOuLd GeT tO uP aNd KnOw EaCh oThEr BetTer.”

    Vestal hummed in mock-thought, pretending to go through her non-existent schedule before delightfully nodding with an odd enthusiasm. “ssure! i would be flattered to accompany you to the beach,” she agreed sweetly.     As if expecting something, she fanned out her hand and prompted him to lead her to said beach.

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“Uh, DiDn’T i MoThErFuCkIn’ SaY tHaT?”

He blinked in slight confusion before attempting to say her name a few more times, but continuing to extend the s’s. He frowned lightly at himself before shaking his head.

“HoW BoUt I cAlL yOu, MaJeStY, tIlL i CaN lEaRn To SaY yOuR mOtHeRfUcKiN’ nAmE?”

    She got only a little bit frustrated as they both took turns attempting to say Vestal, though this was quickly lifted by his suggestion of the nickname. She blushed a happy brown, and tried to hide it by pressing her hands to her cheeks.     “that would be mosst excellent!” She squealed happily. “i actually prefer that!”

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“ThE NaMeS gAmZeE mAkARa. It’S a MoThErFuCkIn’ MiRaClE tO mEeT yA, vEsSTAl.”

He extended one of his larger hands towards her in a seemingly formal way. The fact that she was opening up to him made him feel like he’d received a miracle from the messiahs. His eyes sparkled in excitement at the thought of a new bud.

    Vestal quirked a brow at him, giving a lopsided smile as she shook his hand (which was pretty big compared to her puny hand).     “though i appreciate your adaption, it’ss vesssssstal,” she pointed out, dragging out more than actually intended.

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“WhAtEvEr FlOaTs YoUr MoThErFuCkIn’ BoAt, SiS.”

Gamzee gave another chuckle at her words. He wouldn’t spoil her fun. Especially since she seemed to be convinced that she was a high blood, despite the fact that he could see on her outfit that her blood was the second lowest ever. Bronze.

“WeLl YoUr MaJeStY, iT’d Be A mOtHeRfUcKiN’ mIrAcLe If I cOuLd LeArN yOuR nAmE.“

   She piped up at his question, smiling politely. “ssorry. i’m \/esstal! and you are?” She asked, prodding her hand out and prompting him to shake it proudly. She was actually very flattered at the nickname; it had a lovely ring to it, in her ears.

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Gamzee felt his eyebrow quirk up again at the mention of his supposed blood color. He didn’t understand why she was calling him a low blood, especially since he was the highest on the spectrum a land dweller could go.

“I dOnT tHiNk I’m A lOwBloOd?” he pointed at his sign which was colored with his color. “I’m As PuRpLe As IvE eVeR bEen,”

    This was a bit embarrassing for her - but she managed to keep herself together. She was high-class, the highest on the spectrum (or, so she thought. Despite not having fins, anyway.)     “but i’m sstill higher than you! that markss you low on my accord,” she gave a simple shrug. “ssorry! that’ss jusst how it iss.”

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His eyes widened in excitement at her words and his grin seemed to stretch wider. Typically when he got someone to try out his wicked elixir, they always seemed to dislike it. So the fact that she was actually okay with it was like a miracle.

“ThAtS mOtHeRfUcKiN gOoD!” he paused before giving her a thumbs up. “I’m AcTuAlLy A bIt SuRpRiSeD.”

    Vestal, with a free hand, dramatically swooped her hair from her face (striking an ungodly odd pose in between). She then held the faygo up as if she were advertising it.     “how odd. if iiii find it good, then everyone elsse will ssurely begin to love it. desspite it being originated from a lowblood like yoursself. right?”

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“I’m SuRe YoU mOtHeRfUcKiN’ wOn’T, lIl MaMa.”

Gamzee looked at her with wonder on what her thoughts of his wicked elixir was. He continued to grin lazily, however felt himself grow tense in excitement. He was gonna be a little disappointed if she didn’t like it, but he’d deal with it.

   She took a moment letting the flavor expand in her mouth. She didn’t make a certain expression of pleasantness, although neither one of disgust. Just a straight face.     “well, it’ss pretty good,” she mumbled, taking another small drink.

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He gave a low rumble of a chuckle towards her, one of his eyes opening to look at her with a small spark of amusement. “Of CoUrSe YoU MoThErFuCkIn’ DrInK iT.” he realized he had continued to hunch over and straightened up some so he wasn’t as close to her face, “i DoN’t KnOw WhAt ElSe YoU’d Do WiTh It.”

    She weighted her choices for a moment, studying both the bottle and him interchangeably. She gave a meek shrug at what he’d said before, then proceeded to twist off the cap.     “i hope i don’t regret thiss,” she muttered under her breath, then pulling the bottle to her lips and taking a very brief, hair of a drink.

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“It’s OnLy ThE mOsT mOtHErFuCkIn’ BeSt DrInK iN tHe WoRlD!”

Gamzee grinned enthusiastically. The troll then began to ramble onto how great the ‘wicked elixir’ was. His eyes closed in a dopey manner, as he soon drifted off in a dreamy state. His hand was still clutched onto the bottle loosely, but he kept it in an offering position.

    She studied his features, perplexed expression on her face. She hesitantly took the ‘wicked elixir’ from his hand, waving her other hand in front of his line of sight to test if he was still paying any attention.     “sso i jusst... drink it?”

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“ThErEs No NeEd To Up AnD mOtHeRfUcKiN’ aPoLoGiZe..”

Gamzee placed a hand upon her head and patted it in a friendly manner. In his other hand, he held an unopened bottle of faygo and offered it to her with a grin.

“JuSt SlAm A mOtHeRfUcKiN’ fAyGo AnD rElAx. HoNk.”

    She nuzzled into his hand instinctively, finding comfort and familiarity in the action. She gave a sheepish smile, a bit flustered after her attempted anger spur. The troll took a moment to gather herself, then tilted her head curiously.     “what on alternia iss that?” She asked, over-dramatic tone in her voice.

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Gamzee frowned lightly. This lady was confusing him to no end. Like, what was her deal? He backed up himself and continued to look at her with large eyes. He put his hands up in a sort of defensive way to her more aggresive manor.

“WhAt Am I MoThErFuCkIn’ DoIn’, LiL mAmA?”

    Vestal looked down and away, small hands clenching into fakely-dangerous fists. “i don’t know! you’re jusst... i don’t know!” Her hands found her face in an easily embarrassed manner, and she let out a groan of frustration. Drama apparently came ease to her.     “...ssorry.”