vatheon | WALENTINES!

Who: Eridan and Karkat!
When: Valentine's day!
Where: Eridan and Karkat's shared hive!
What: Enjoying Valentine's day togetherrrr.
Status: Closed.

[Needless to say, Karkat and Eridan were definitely going to enjoy Valentine's day this year, even if the time brought about some heavy memories. Karkat's murder, and Eridan's half blinding happening a year ago. But that isn't the focus for today, no, today is romance and them celebrating it!]

[Eridan took advantage of Karkat being in his block today, sneaking out of his own room to set up the living room just right. Drawing all the curtains and putting lit candles around the house. Gotta set the mood, after all. He's seen enough of Karkat's romcoms to know that this is nothing but top notch romantic shit! ...Only way it'd be MORE romantic is if he knew how to fucking cook and made him dinner, but hey he has the next best thing: takeout!]

[Also, the rose petals he's put down at Karkat's door, leading down the stairs into the living room, is obviously more than enough to make up for it! All the lights are off, nothing but the light from the scarlet colored candles to light the way. Eridan is pretty much convinced he is the most romantic dude in this bubble and no one could convince him otherwise. He's waiting in the living room, with their respective Styrofoam boxes of food, rose petals all around, even some on the couch and the coffee table. A trio of red candles as the coffee table's center piece, with a couple heart shaped boxes all decorated with ribbons and bows. Yes, Eridan made sure this Valentine's would be absolutely perfect, considering they were robbed of it last year.]

[Pulling out his SFC, he sends Karkat a quick message:]

kar can you come dowwn to the livvin block for a moment

[TOTALLY NOT SUSPICIOUS! Alright, now all he has to do is wait. Surely with the scene before Karkat, and Eridan dressed up in some suave as fuck clothes (who cares if they are staying in the hive, doesn't mean Eridan can't look his best!) will leave him swooning for sure! He's even got a bouquet of roses, like at least three. He is practically the best matesprit, and no one can convince him otherwise!]

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[There are a lot of things Karkat likes about the human holiday of Valentine's Day. It's a holiday devoted to romance! Granted, the limited earth understanding of the institution, but romance nonetheless. It also doesn't subject those who fail to procure a flushed partner for the day to culling, but, well, loneliness, irritation, or indifference as suits the individual. But what's best about the holiday--particularly this one here and now--is that he's alive to enjoy it. He's very certain about that opinion.]

[Of course, while he refuses to simply give up on everything this time just because he died February 13th last year, it would be a lie to say the event hasn't cast a shadow over things now. Maybe next year he'll be better able to openly embrace the holiday, but this time it's something more quiet and private.]

[It doesn't help that Eridan shadowing him much of the week has made shopping for the holiday difficult.]

[But here it is, the day proper, and--huh. A text message from Eridan? Kind of an odd choice, but he reads it, and sees no reason not to follow it. He gets up from the chair he's sat on in his room and heads out the door.]

[Outside: rose petals. Those are fucking rose petals. He picks one up to be sure he isn't mistaking weird oversized confetti (or whatever), and yeah, those came from a plant. While his path was already obvious by the texted request, the petals lead him downstairs, and the candles he discovers light the way. Red ones, nice touch.]

[When he reaches the living room and spots Eridan and the setup he's made, he's not even sure what to think anymore.]

Is this seriously happening or did the dream curse go another week? I am standing here in socks and my regular outfit and I feel like the kind of tool who couldn't romance a drunk, desperate paper bag while miming half its lines. You didn't have to dress up. You didn't have to do any of...

[He exhales. Not having to do it isn't the point, is it?]

Thanks.

Yeah I wouldn't hawe to do this if maybe I was some piss-poor matesprit or somesuch, which I ain't. So, I certainly did hawe to, because I lowe you.

[But he's obviously not defensive over Karkat's reaction, he expected as much. He puffs up his chest proudly, as he eyes Karkat, a smile crossing his features. He honestly enjoys spoiling Karkat like this, even if Karkat tries to deflect it all, or tell him he didn't have to.]

I hope you're hungry. 'Cos, not only did I get us a meal, I'we also got you some treats. [A gesture to the heart-shaped boxes.]

So I suggest you stop bein' bashful ower all a this and accept that today I'm spoilin' the fuckin' piss outta you and you can't stop me.

[That does the trick. There is something endearingly pompous about Eridan's presentation of this whole setup, and there is a hilarity in his inescapable ridiculous nature. The corner of Karkat's mouth tugs up.]

[In his best stern leader business voice, with hand raised for dramatic gesture, he declares:]

Clearly your idiocy has reached heights unknown if you would think for one singular nanosecond that my surprise is a bashful refusal to accept. Need I remind you that I am a fucking god. I have aided directly in the creation of a universe, and attained physical manifestation of a godhood more literal than Vriska and Aradia's ever were. I shall take this offering as the sacrifice I rightfully deserve, and visit romantic mercy upon your soul in reward for your devotion. Your foresight has earned your survival. Be grateful, and do not question my acceptance.

[But with that said, he promptly crosses the room over to Eridan himself, and goes to tug him by the shoulders for a brief but firm kiss.]

Seriously though, I owe you next time.

[Eridan just watches him, utterly amused.]

You're so fuckin' merciful, how the fuck hawe I come to be so downright lucky?

[The kiss is definitely welcomed, and he presses into it, despite how brief it is. In fact, maybe it's more brief than he expected, so he's stuck there for half a second without his kissing partner, probably looking kinda dumb with his puckered lips--but then he catches Karkat's absence and the fact he's talking, and he corrects himself.]

You don't owe me anythin', Kar. You're my matesprit and this is shit you deserwe.

[The corner of his mouth tugs up to see how Eridan stands there like that. What a dork.]

I told you: this god is pleased by your offering.

[Sniff.]

Also, you've worked and improved yourself to the point you're way less of an asshole than you were in the past, and I guess someone had to take enough pity on you to appreciate the good hiding between your faults. You did it for me, too.

[But with the sort of cough that tries to say no-I'm-not-being-sappy-you're-imagining-things, Karkat shuffles over to the couch and takes a seat. He pats the cushion beside him.]

Also shut up. You're really going to tell me you would refuse me wanting to pay you back for this? That is a fat load out the back end of a hoofbeast, and you know it.

Well, not refuse.

[He moves over to the couch, taking a seat next to him. It's alright Karkat, the sappiness is totally fitting the theme of the day and everything. Feel free to coat him in all your loving sappy goodness.]

But don't feel you owe me. I certainly didn't owe you when I put this all together.

[He leans in and plants a kiss on Karkat's lips, before pulling back briefly.]

I lowe you, and that's all it takes for me to want to treat you like a king.

[Karkat takes the kiss, but before he can formulate a response, Eridan manages to catch him off guard. Treat him like a king? His eyes widen.]

You understand those words coming out of your mouth, right?

[He knows Eridan has greatly improved on his casteism, but excuse him for getting struck at the idea of being treated like royalty. Even in metaphor, it seems too important a word choice to be done unthinkingly.]

But listen, if you've got such a problem with how I put it, then I'll do it because I want to. And I'm not just saying that, so shut your fangs on any complaints.

Despite popular belief, I do actually understand the noises I make with my mouth.

[Eridan has improved, and while he definitely still has his gut reactions to certain things due to the shackles that are his own casteism, Karkat will forever be an exception to those views.]

[He reaches up, stroking some of Karkat's hair as he smiles at him.]

Wery well. If you're so set on it, I guess I can allow you to spoil me in return.

[Then he means it, huh? Figuratively if not literally, but it's noteworthy all the same.]

You complain enough about my hair without making it worse, dingus.

[He doesn't pull away from the ruffling, though. He reaches over to tug Eridan into a one-armed hug, brief but grateful, then turns his attention to the table.]

But come on, let's eat. The food's going to get cold if we leave it sitting any longer, plus I'm hungry and want to know what you got.

[He sniffs the air a bit as he reaches for a container. What is it, what is it?]

WALENTINES!

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