vatheon | When I wake up, the dream isn't done

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When I wake up, the dream isn't done

Who: Equius and Gamzee
When: the afternoon of July 1st
Where: the finished beach shack Equius made
Style: lovey-dovey-schmoopy-woopy
Status: closed

The one good thing about Gamzee being in a sleep coma was that it gave Equius plenty of time to work on the beach shack he's been making for them. He'd just leave Gamzee's sleeping body under the supervision of Nepeta or Tavros and head up to the island, where he'd absorb himself in his work. Now all that sweat equity has paid off; the shack is almost done! He's finished all the heavy lifting; now all that's left is to decorate it.

Hence why he is loaded down with containers of paint like a pack mule.

"Are we really going to use all these colors?"

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"Maybe. I mena, like, we gotta fuckin' go with what be feeling right when we are all into doing it, you get?"

Which means, probably not. Which means Equius is probably hauling most of those tins of paint absolutely for nothing. But... love makes up for it?

Gamzee, for the record, is also carrying a tin or two. And some (fortified) brushes. He had offered Equius to store it all in his sylladex, but for some reason that offer had gotten veto-ed real damn quick. Ah well.

Storing the paint in Gamzee's sylladex would make the beach shack end up looking like the night after a very, very lewd orgy, and Equius isn't having that! He doesn't approve of the work of Troll Jackson Pollock, okay?

"Yes, I understand." Really, he's just happy to be spending time with his (conscious) matesprit, he doesn't even care about hauling tins of paint around.

Well, at least if it looks like the aftermath of a troll orgy, it will thematically correct? But yeah, probably a bit too risqué for Gamzee as well. It's like wallpapering it in naked clowns.

He smiles at Equius, happy to have his understanding, though he stops dead once he actually sees the shack. With how long he was out, he never really saw the progress. Last he saw it was just foundation and nothing else and now it is... it's an actual comfortable little sea-side house.

"Goddamn."

"Do you like it?"

Is it too much? Not enough? Did he do a good job?

Gamzee transfers his load over onto one arm --okay, some of the brushes just fell down to the sand, he'll pick those up later-- reaching over to rest his freed up hand on Equius' arm, leaning in to press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Looks just perfect, aight? More than I was all to be hoping for here."

Seriously. Equius outdid himself.

"Heh." Okay, Equius is blushing gently now, his cheeks coloring deep blue. "Thanks."

He's pretty proud of his work, in all honesty. He worked hard on this beach house, and he's really glad Gamzee likes it!

"Come on, I'll show you what it looks like inside."

Who has the cutest blushing matesprit in the land? It's Gamzee. It totally is.

"Aight! Wait." He sweeps down to pick up the brushes he dropped, dropping a paint tin in the process, picking that up against, nearly forgetting a brush, but eventually he is back on his feet with everything loaded in his arms.

"There."

Equius can't help it, he turns into a blushing uguu virgin when Gamzee is around!

He waits patiently as Gamzee gets himself situated, then leads on, explaining as they walk. "So, because the weather up here is usually pretty nice, I left the walls open. That way, we'll get a really nice breeze off the water. I thought maybe we could put up some curtains for a little privacy? And there's a kitchenette off in one corner--that can be blocked in so the wind and sand don't get to it--so you can cook if you want to, and I found this material for the bed that will repel all the damp and stuff..."

Blah blah blah, house descriptions.

Gamzee just nods here and there, making noises in agreement. He really doesn't get half the stuff Equius is saying. It's a load of technical motherfuckin' hogwash to him, but he got the most important parts down; kitchen and bed. That's all they need right. It'll be nice to just chill somewhere right in the sea breeze.

Instead, while Equius rambles on, Gamzee just leans closers, until their shoulders are touching, looking utterly content.

And Equius, so intent and happy in describing his work, doesn't even realize Gamzee is getting closer until they're touching, and then he glances down, his face crinkling into a delighted smile. They're touching, look at that, and he hardly even has to think about what he's doing to control himself. This is going to be a great day, he can tell.

"So all that's left is the paint, which is your area of expertise," he finishes cheerfully.

Gamzee stops him for a moment, giving their beach house a critical look. It looks so nice against the yellow of the sand and the blue the the sea and sky.

"Hmm, maybe we should up and go with some motherfuckin' light colours? Keep that shit real fresh, yeah?"

Equius tries to look at the house critically and think of colors, but color isn't his thing. He always ends up defaulting to b100, although olive green and more recently indigo have been known to work their way into his palette as well.

"Yeah... light colors would be nice."

"Come on, show me inside."

They can paint once he has been shown the insides! And once they are done with painting they could probably ask Kanaya for curtains. Curtains are... kinda fashion-y, right? Surely Kanaya could make those for them.

"All right."

There really isn't much to show; it's basically a platform off the sand with a bed, pillars to support the roof, and a walled-off little kitchenette off to the side. It definitely needs curtains, which they'll have to put Kanaya on, but when the tide comes in, it will lap at their feet and rise almost to the edge of the platform.

Gamzee dumps the tins and brushes he was holding when he can, wide-eyed and slightly awestruck when he view the little house. Oh, hi little kitchen. Fuck, you are adorable. And that bed looks real motherfuckin' comfy. And just look at the view.

He just spins a little, looking from posts to roof to Equius with a smile. "Is it gonna be aight in a fuckin' storm, you think?"

"The structure itself will be fine in a storm, but the things inside might get wet." Equius rubs the back of his neck sheepishly. "I thought it would be better to have a view than to keep everything protected."

Hey, everything is free anyway!

"That's cool. wet ain't bad, yeah? You can all up and be telling when a motherfuckin' storm is to be hitting anyway, so maybe we can just put shit away first if it does."

He calmly ambles all the way to the edge of the platform, staring out over the sea. "I like seeing shit."

"I'm glad." Equius comes over and sits down next to him, dangling his feet off the edge. The tide is out, so the toes of his shoes brush against the damp sand.

They really should start painting. But this is so peaceful and quiet, he's in no hurry.

The paint and walls will still be there in a few minutes as well.

Reaching over, Gamzee wraps both his hands around one of Equius' broad, rough ones, pulling it onto his lap so he can just absently rub his thumb over his knuckles. He, meanwhile, leans over to catch Equius' lips in a slow, content kiss.

Really. Just a few minutes!

A few minutes spent kissing are a good few minutes!

Equius kisses Gamzee back, perfectly content and happy. As Gamzee rubs his knuckles, he moves his fingers, very slowly and carefully, in a waving motion. He's trying to wrap his fingers around Gamzee's hand, as best he can.

Gamzee laughs softly against his mouth, not pulling back. "Mmm, hold still."

Once Equius' fingers are still, he carefully threads their fingers together, giving Equius' hand a squeeze though he is not expecting one back. This is nice too.

He's doing it! He's holding Gamzee's hand!

Equius breaks the kiss for a moment to grin stupidly at Gamzee, then dives back in, kissing him hard and passionately. This is a major breakthrough!

Gamzee laughs, kissing back just as excitedly. He brings up his free hand to touch Equius' cheek, before brushing upward to slide his sunglasses up onto his forehead. Hey, it only took them a year to master this. They are so good.

A year of seriously hard work and training on Equius' part. Who knows, maybe next he'll graduate to being able to give hugs.

He kisses Gamzee for awhile, making that deep, rumbling sound in his chest that is almost, but not quite, a purr.

If Equius could learn how to give hugs that would be the best thing to Gamzee. He still has a few of those strength potions ferreted away for when they are needed, but if Equius could just hug him without all those shenanigans, that'd be amazing.

Once the kiss draws to its end, Gamzee pulls back, leaning his forehead against Equius', trapping his glasses between them. His free hand slides to the back of Equius' neck, cradling it in his long fingers. "Love you."

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