vatheon | fairy tales are stupid

Who: Karkat and Eridan
When: Right after the curse takes effect.
Where: Karkat and Eridan's apartment-turned-cottage
Style: Action
Status: Closed

[As curses tend to do, it comes on a Sunday night - or at the very end of Sunday as midnight strikes, turning into the early Monday hours. While the change is not always self-evident, what occurs this time decidedly is, as everything shifts and moves and changes. Magic. Gotta be magic. Magic is what fits in all of this, and what sinks itself deep into Karkat's bones as he loses focus on it all.]

[When his eyes open again, he finds himself sitting not in front of a TV, but a fireplace. There is something brushing about his knees, and his back feels cramped; when he springs up to his feet, realization follows quickly. He's in a dress, and there are wings sprouting from his back.]

Fuck me with a pronged food utensil.

[Of course, as he looks down, the dress would have to be pink with red accents. Can't just be one embarrassment on its own, it has to be colorful. He also finds something clasped in his hand: a wand, gold with a star on one end. A peek over his back confirms the one vaguely good thing about this: wings. They just happen to be mostly red. He gives them a testing little flutter, and they scatter a fine, sparkling sheen of fairy dust.]

Double fuck me.

[But their hive sure ain't a hivestem anymore. He turns his attention to the fireplace, then around, taking in all the varied differences. One glance out the window shows they sure aren't on the second floor anymore. He'd venture not even part of a larger complex. But for the moment, he takes to wandering through the place. There's some obvious changes to the setup, kitchen no longer home to a refrigerator or stove anymore. The ceiling has wood rafters. The style is, aside from older, more rustic, and he gets caught in the details as he goes... until, as he ventures into Eridan's bedroom, he trips.]

Oomph!

[Face first into the wooden floor. Ow. But when he pushes up and looks back to find what he fell over, it's a snake tail that he sees.]

What the hell?

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[The thing is, even if Eridan's in the most ridiculous dress he's ever seen, those long fangs bared in that grin are pretty darn intimidating when he is a small winged creature and decidedly not half-holy fuck that's a long tail. It brings up fear and adrenaline, and while not an animal, fairy godmothers are decidedly not skilled predators. He wants badly to flee, but has nowhere to go.]

[And then, Eridan kisses him.]

[To be kissed after being put in that position does weird things to him: something flutters in his chest, warm and bright in a way that has nothing to do with magic, flight, or being held up from falling. It's proof of pity, is what it is, and it prompts him to kiss firmly, emphatically back.]

[Oh~ such fervor there Karkat! As he is kissed back, he can't help but just draw closer himself, lowering the both of them slowly and maybe pulling Karkat's arms forward so he can wrap them around his neck, and if he does so, he definitely plans on wrapping his own around Karkat's waist.]

[After a few moments, either which way, they are down at the ground again, however Eridan's tail is nicely coiled around them, something he unwittingly did. By the way, he's not looking to break this kiss anytime soon, cuz he's digging this, just, do be careful with those fangs! Don't want to nick yourself or something!]

[Lowered back to the ground, his wings ease into a more comfortable position, flexing one way and then the other to ease the soreness of hitting the wall. The rest is better, though, and his arms do wrap obligingly about Eridan's neck. He can feel the coils of his tail as they sneak around his legs, but they're easier not to fret over when he's being kissed. This is closeness, pity still; he won't be harmed in this situation. Not on purpose, anyhow, and he is wise enough to stay careful about the fangs.]

[Plus, a snake tail curled around him makes a pretty good surface to sit against while they kiss. Which is, in turn, a very good distraction from how basically terrible this situation is. What are they doing kissing in dresses, this isn't what he planned at all.]

[This IS pretty much the opposite of any plausible situation Eridan ever foresaw himself in, but hey, it isn't as bad as it COULD be, they could be like, NOT kissing, and boy what a terrible event THAT would be.]

[He uses his tail to keep Karkat close, almost like an extra arm to hold him with, a loooong extra arm, like eight times the length of his torso or more! Still though, it proves to be a nice asset when it comes to holding your matesprit with such fondness. Though, the fangs do make it a bit awkward, and so does fighting the urge to NOT flick his tongue out, holding that thing still is a talent all on its own, a talent he didn't know he had! A talent, that's kinda wavering slightly and--oops that sure is the tip of a tongue flicking against your lips, Karkat. o o p s.]

[Karkat feels the flicker of Eridan's forked tongue against his lips, and altogether it's a pretty odd sensation. Bad? Not quite. But still not what he's used to, when the ends are dual and so much slimmer than the point of a normal tongue. He squeaks. But it's a very dignified and manly squeak that isn't diminished in the least by his dress, fairy wings, or the trail of sparkling fairy dust leading up to them!]

[... So it's not dignified or manly at all, whatever!]

[He pulls back a space, eyes opening to look up at his matesprit.]

[His matesprit who still has a ridiculous purple gown on.]

That's it. This is officially the most ridiculous thing I have ever done in my life, and that includes the time I wanted to eat because you tasted like fish. I mean, I'm glad you didn't eat me or anything just now or whatever you could have done with the freaky huge fangs they gave you, but still, we're in dresses and I'm a fucking fairy. Let me just--

[There's his wand, in his hand where he left it. He uncurls his arms a bit, and experimentally, goes to tap the star on the end against Eridan's gown... and it dissolves away in a shower of sparkles, leaving him as he was before.]

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[Eridan WOULD curse his tongue for basically acting on its own, but then that CUTE AS SHIT SQUEAK sounds from Karkat, and he's actually pretty ok with this. As Karkat draws back, Eridan just smiles at him, definitely not as smug as before, more so soft and tender. Oh how he pities this ridiculous fairy-troll.]

[But as Karkat goes on, he somewhat reminiscences about that time, that awkward boner time, because wow Karkat you sure were shameless in your wanting to eat him, even if eating was more so you licking him...]

Kar, I'd newer fuckin' eat you an' you know it.

[Anyways, next thing he knows, the dress is sparkles and he is naked once more--but as he looks down to watch the dress dissipate into sparkle-dust, he does notice something he didn't before: his scar. That softness of his features grow stern as he just ~~pouts~~ frowns at it. Fuck, was he seriously going to have to go around showing this damn thing off the whole time? He hates it so damn much.]

Figuresss.

[Shut up, he thought he was a cat and he didn't even know the effect he had.]

You were the one pinning me and smirking over me like you just caught your next meal.

[Now, though, his attention is not so much on the soft look Eridan just gave him (not that he doesn't appreciate it; he does), but instead on the workings of his magic. It's strange. He can feel it in a sense, the energy of it through him and the wand, but at the same time... does it really have to be so sparkly? It makes him frown in turn, because of course this place couldn't just let him be badass.]

There, is that--

[--better, he would ask, but his eyes catch back on Eridan's face. The look he's making, the way he's looking down at himself: at the scar.]

[For all he thought they were done with their sappy moment of pity, he knows, really knows, how much that mark bothers his matesprit. He was there in the aftermath, and he helped him as it was healing. And though they were still pale at the time, something like that is heavy... and now, it can't be a point of anything but pity.]

[It's different from that moment ago. While when Eridan kissed him, he felt the gladness of being pitied himself, now it's the reverse that wells up warm within him. It goes all the way up to his eyes, setting them soft and gentle, until - slowly, with the utmost care - he leans forward to press a kiss to the top of the scar.]

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