vatheon | you're very keen on when and where

Of course, Gamzee's very casual approach to meet-ups doesn't help. He won't forget a meet-up (except when he does) but arriving on time is a pretty big crap shoot. Still, the prospect of getting to pray with Signless and catch up with him is pretty exciting, so Gamzee doesn't dawdle too much getting there.

When he spots Signless on the bench, he breaks into a goofy grin, jogging the distance that separates them before dumping himself down onto the bench besides him.

"Heeey, bro! Wassup?"

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"Hello, Gamzee." Sufferer smiles at the young troll sitting beside him, and casually extends one arm to wrap him in a quick hug. He still feels bad about reacting so strongly and negatively to Gamzee's presence when he first came back to Vatheon, and wants to make it up to him. Really, just spending a few moments around Gamzee shows that he's nothing like his ancestor.

"Not much. Thank you for coming to meet me."

That's because Signless has never seen him when he's worked up a good head of rage and steam. Still, he happily leans into the hug, slinging one skinny arm around Signless shoulders for a moment.

He shakes his head a little though, still smiling bright. "Dude, we're bros! A motherfucker always got time to hang with his peeps, what kinda motherfucker would he all fuckin' be if he didn't."

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All things considered, Sufferer would rather not see Gamzee angry.

He leans back, resting his bulkier frame against Gamzee's side. "Yes... we are bros, aren't we? And I'm glad we are." Instinctively, he reaches up to ruffle Gamzee's hair, not even thinking that he might be old enough to be offended by such treatment.

And if he ever does, who you gonna call? That's right, Karkat fuckin Vantas. Because he will handle it.

Gamzee actually relished in the gesture, turning his head a little so it is easier for Signless. He grew up starved for physical affection, long periods of absence spiced with short burst of excess whenever his lusus was home, and even after having been here for a while, he still relishes in every bit of it he can get, regardless of how silly or possibly childish it is. "Course, we are! wouldn't be seein' no fuckin' reason all for us bros not to be."

"I'm a lucky troll," Sufferer tells him, his voice honest and open. He keeps his arm around Gamzee for a moment longer before sitting back and pulling the bag of stardust out of his pocket. Not his pants pocket, his cloak pocket. Pants these great are too amazing for pockets.

"Can you show me how to use this?"

We wouldn't want any unsightly bulges in those pants, would we?

Gamzee gives a small nod, digging his own little bag of stardust out of his pocket. His bag is rather older and more worn looking, and not quite as filled up to the top as Signless' is. "Sure. Though I ain't feelin' like there all be some motherfuckin' wrong way like of doing your shit, you know?" He turns the bag around in his long-fingered hands for a moment. "Just all about what does feel right to a motherfucker."

Heavens, no! Only smooth clean lines here!

Sufferer holds his own bag in his lap, watching the reverent way Gamzee handles his own. "I can appreciate that." He opens his bag, and a little stardust falls across his legs. "But you're the expert here. I want to learn how to do this properly, and you're the only one who can teach me."

Gamzee turns his head a little to look at Signless. "Well, what do you all wanna be prayin' for here, my brother? If you wanna deal a motherfucker in at that knowin', I mean, it's all sorts of fuckin' chill if you don't wanna to."

Sometimes a prayer is meant to be public, and sometimes they work best privately. That is just how faith works and all.

Sufferer has no problem sharing with Gamzee, but he takes a moment to consider what exactly he's going to pray for.

"Guidance," he says finally. "And peace. For those I care about and for myself."

Gamzee gives a nod. It's not unlike what he prays for; happiness for his peeps, and guidance to keep him on the right path. Okay, and a bit of prayer asking to overlook the utter godlessness of his nearest and dearest. He knows they are good people, right of heart and pan, but a little extra prayer to ask that the Messiahs be able to look past the paint that doesn't stain their face ain't ever amiss.

"Aight, yeah. Couldn't be a motherfucker not down with that I think."

Sufferer smiles a little, and pours some of the stardust into his palm. He moves his hand from side to side, watching it sparkle.

"Now what?"

Aight, here's the motherfuckin' skinny at what I all do. See, a motherfucker does fold his hands.

[He will demonstrate, folding his hands in front of him like the most devote little clown there ever was.]

And I does all direct my motherfuckin' thought to all what I up and hold Holy for. Let them all feel the faith what I got filling my pump, you know what I'm sayin'?

And then

[He opens the bag at this point, pouring out a little.]

I go poofin' this wicked magic dust in my face.

[Sufferer folds his hands just like Gamzee, then breathes deep. He tries to feel the way he used to feel when praying, but that stillness and sense of purpose is gone. When he tries to call it up, all he gets is a memory of the vast emptiness after he died.]

[It is, however, a testament to his patience and openmindedness that he doesn't laugh at Gamzee.]

I throw the stardust in my face?

[A serious nod.]

Yeah. Get you really all experiencing that glitter dust on your husk, you know? Makes a motherfucker really with it.

[He is pretty sure the burning sensation in his eyeballs means it is working.]

I see.

[He really doesn't, but who knows, it might help. He breathes again, trying to center, and doesn't so much poof himself in the face with the glitter as toss it lightly towards his face. It mostly spills out of his hand and ends up on his pants, but that's okay, right?]

Like that?

[Gamzee pats him on the shoulder, smiling brightly.]

Like I said, no wrong way to do this shit. Just what your pump be guiding you to.

Okay.

[Well, he's all glittery now, so that's how he's supposed to be. Sufferer refolds his hands.]

Gamzee? Would it be all right if I listened to some of your prayers?

[That certainly is not something anyone has ever asked of him. But what harm can it do? Signless is a good friend, the kinda motherfucker what actually gets this stuff. And to be honest, Gamzee is not praying for anything that he wouldn't state publicly anyway.]

Sure. If you wanna.

I do. It would mean a lot to me.

[Maybe hearing the words of someone who truly believes will help him find that simple faith again in himself.]

[Gamzee folds his hands in front of him, neat as can be as he breathes out. His eyes shut too. He looks pretty damn serene just sitting there. Not that he is a giant ball of stress to begin with but the difference, while minute, is noticeable.

He thinks for a moment. Kinda weird actually doing this out loud, putting words to the feelings he normally just thinks, but he gives it a shot. Cause Signless is a bro and what's better than helping a bro out.]

Whoop whoop, it's me. Know it isn't my normal motherfuckin' time what to get my faithfulness on here, but my bro here had himself a motherfuckin' wanting for the spiritualities what we got, so I thought like to deal him in. I know he doesn't got no paint to speak of, but I vouch for the dude, aight? His pump be in it righteous like and he be down with the motherfuckin' clown, cause down be the motherfuckin' direction to be at, yo!

[A pause for a moment as he thinks.]

Here's the motherfuckin' skinny at it... my good bro needs guiding. He's got him his whole understanding of the world all mixed about in his pan, can't find his faith as easily as it oughta be found like. I know I'm just a lil' clown getting his ask on majorly here, but could You help the motherfucker out some, find it in your mirthful ways to be up and nudging some beautiful miracles onto his fuckin' path? He's... he's family.

[A soft breath of air, another moment of thought.]

And, fuck, while I'm speaking with You anyway, same as motherfuckin' always for Karkat, aight? I know he's still all in the possessing of a faith sponge withered like a motherfuckin' raisin and he don't have a fuckin' dearth of respect for what be, but he's my bro, you know? I'm real sweet on him. And for Equius too. You got your understanding of all the miracles what be, so maybe you can be finding it to be dealing him in at the knowing of how to be controlling himself and shit. Bet that would help get his gladness on some way good!

[Another pause and yeah, he's winding down here. It just really is a bit weird to pray out loud.]

Aight, I'm gonna go now, okay? Thanks for letting a bro spill his pump out here. I'm out. Church!

[And he slowly unfolds from his serene position

TO SMASH A HANDFUL OF SPARKLING DUST IN HIS FACE WITH A BLUHONK.

This could've been beautiful and touching, Gamzee. And then you were you.

[Sufferer listens quietly as Gamzee prays, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards at certain key parts. He jumps a little at the glittersplosion at the end, but it seems like a fitting end to Gamzee's prayer. He sighs quietly, gathering his strength, and begins his own prayer.]

Hey. I know we haven't talked before, and I know that someone like me, with my blood color, has probably never tried to talk to you before. But I'm trying now, and my young friend here has told me you'll listen, and I trust him, so... so here I am.

I'm lost. Somewhere along the line, between coming here, and then going back, and dying, and coming here again... I lost my way, and I don't know how to get it back. I believe that you're part of the neverending light, and that you know the way back there, so if it is the will of those more powerful than me... help me. Help me find my way back to what everyone wants me to be... what everyone needs me to be.

[Deep breath.]

And even if I stay lost, please help those I care about. Psii told me he saw the neverending light when he died; please let that be true. If not for me, at least for him. Disciple is starting to get better; please help her and guide her where and when I can't. Dualscar is becoming more and more like the troll he could be everyday; please be with him and help him stay on the right path. Watch over the young trolls, help them grow and learn and become the wonderful adults I know they can be. They could create the kind of world I dreamed of; if it is your will, let that world come to pass.

Um... I guess that's a lot of requests, isn't it? If you're listening, if you care about what someone like me thinks and wants and dreams... please. Just... please.

[Pause.]

Church.

[AND THEN THERE ARE TWO TROLLS WITH A FACEFUL OF SPARKLING DUST.]

[Although Sufferer doesn't honk when he does it.]

[With all this glitter, they are almost like twins!

No, wait, that's silly.

Gamzee tosses a companionable arm around Signless' shoulders, pulling him close, pounding his chest loosely with a fist for a moment.]

Hey, no worries. We'll find that motherfuckin' light what you be looking for. And shit, when we do, there's gonna be a motherfuckin' faygo fountain there right for the two of us. Big-ass Ferris wheel what you can all ride. Shit's gonna be in-tents.

[hehehe.]

Get it? In-tents? Cause, like, clowns be kicking it in tents and all.

[Sufferer can't help wincing a little when Gamzee starts pounding on his chest, even though it doesn't hurt and he knows the young indigo means well. He covers it well though, reaching up to catch Gamzee's fist and give it a squeeze, like he just wanted to hold hands.]

I get it. I would love to share an in-tents carnival with you someday.

[Gamzee doesn't notice the wince, instead just giving a smile at his words.]

Cool. Gonna have us the most ballest of fuckin' Carnivals.

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remember when we started out this log without brackets? me neither.

... so we did

FINALLY. FUCK. PRAYER IS HARD

I like it, I think it's sweet

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