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♑ ♥ ♐ | You are my strong tower
Who: Gamzee Makara and Equius Zahhak.
Where: Home, bedroom.
When: Just before the curse ends, sunday night.
Style: Prose before bros.
Status: Closed on account of sad.
In general, Gamzee digs curses. Long as he just rolls with them, they always got plenty of miracles on offer and the only motherfuckin' trick to it is just getting your seeing on to them. Not always, of course, never always, but often enough that he can let his sponge let go of the times that are harsh more than chill. If you don't think on it, it's almost just like it never really happened.
And this curse? Yeah, this curse was wild. He had loads of fun with all his bros, got himself some sweet-ass digs the sort he could never even got to dreaming of existing and--
Shifting a little, he pulls Equius' arms tighter around him, his bare face pressed to the side of his neck. He already took his face off earlier, before he climbed onto their relaxation rectangle. He turns his head a little, peering past Equius' jaw at his face, noticing the direction his eyes are turned: the clock that slowly ticks away their last, careless moments of being able to touch, and in response he reaches up, laying one hand across Equius' eyes. "Hey man, don't focus on it, aight?"
Where: Home, bedroom.
When: Just before the curse ends, sunday night.
Style: Prose before bros.
Status: Closed on account of sad.
In general, Gamzee digs curses. Long as he just rolls with them, they always got plenty of miracles on offer and the only motherfuckin' trick to it is just getting your seeing on to them. Not always, of course, never always, but often enough that he can let his sponge let go of the times that are harsh more than chill. If you don't think on it, it's almost just like it never really happened.
And this curse? Yeah, this curse was wild. He had loads of fun with all his bros, got himself some sweet-ass digs the sort he could never even got to dreaming of existing and--
Shifting a little, he pulls Equius' arms tighter around him, his bare face pressed to the side of his neck. He already took his face off earlier, before he climbed onto their relaxation rectangle. He turns his head a little, peering past Equius' jaw at his face, noticing the direction his eyes are turned: the clock that slowly ticks away their last, careless moments of being able to touch, and in response he reaches up, laying one hand across Equius' eyes. "Hey man, don't focus on it, aight?"