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♑ ♥ ♐ | The time is over for silent years of stored up fears that are holding you down.
Who: Gamzee and Equius, daters extraordinary.
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you arenepeta stalking.
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
Where: Starting in their house and then off to the vast beyonds.
What: Pony noses.
When: Monday afternoon.
Style: Lukewarm teenage action.
Status: Closed. Unless you are
['We're gonna go on a fuckin' date on monday', is what Gamzee had said somewhere on sunday. He hadn't named a time, and in fact, had spend most of his monday morning sort of lazing around, happily distracted by the reappearance of his mind bubble buddy, giving no inclination that he still remembered his words from the day before.
But somewhere around the afternoon hour, after lunch, he finally gets up from his comfortable spot, stretching, before he turns to Equius.]
Ready? Oh, wait, motherfucker. First, all like go and put these on.
[He digs through his pocket, finally pulling out a make-shift blindfold. It's okay, Equius. He's got this. ]
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[His breath catches in his throat as he feels the horse's soft, warm forehead under his fingers.]
I'm... I'm doing it.
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[Gamzee gives him an encouraging smile, slowly helping him move his head to pet the horse's head from the top of it down to the super soft nose.]
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[Slowly, some of the tension in Equius' body starts to fade away, and he lets Gamzee move his hand down over the horse's face. The horse, in return, nudges its head forward when Equius' fingers brush across its nose.]
It's so soft...
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[Gamzee helps him stroke the horse' head a bit longer, before he coaxes the animal closer so he can help Equius stroke its neck.]
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I love you, Gamzee.
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[Sorry, Gamzee was a little busy there helping Equius pat the horse's mane. After a second or two he catches up to watch Equius said, giving him a sunny smile.]
Love you too, babe.
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This is the best date. You are the best matesprit.
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[Equius is more than happy to kiss back, and his hands stays suspended in the air, the horse rubbing its nose against it.]
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Gamzee lets himself sink into the kiss, and they kiss a lot, they really do, but it never really gets boring. He runs his tongue over Equius' bottom lip, over his snaggly fangs with a content, low sound.]
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[Equius echoes Gamzee's happy sound, his eyes closed and his thought bubble an almost blinding shade of red.]
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Gamzee brings both his hands up to cup Equius' face, making a happy little sound as he continues to kiss him, coating his lips in a layer of dark grey, his eyes shut. This is good. He could do this forever. This is--
PONY NOSE ON THE BACK OF HIS NECK.
Gamzee yelps, nearly but not quite biting down on Equius' tongue when the horse, having gotten kind of tired of just nosing at Equius' hand, returns to its sugar cube hunt, checking the collar of Gamzee's shirt for any wayward treats.]
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[Gamzee is twisting kinda oddly, trying to get the horse away from his neck. Horse. Horse, you are silly and you are a horse. You do not need to get to Gamzee's neck. There are no sugar cubes there and also it is sensitive. Seriously, horse. Knock it off.]
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[Equius looks around and figures out what is going on. Okay, it's kind of ridiculously cute, seeing the horse nose at Gamzee's neck, but this is also a bit of a dilemma. He can't push the horse away, or really pull Gamzee away; how to get it to let him go?]
[After a moment's quick thought, Equius makes a rumbling, whickering horse noise, deep in his chest. It's the noise Aurthor always made at him when he was misbehaving and the lusus wanted his charge to stop.]
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i hope. i don't know horses. why am i writing horses.]no, that's totally what horses would do, you're fine
[There is really only one thing to do in this situation. And that is to start giggling like a dumbass, because omg horses!]
Horses, kinda like trolls.
Fuck, don't laugh, it's trying to fuckin' eat me.
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This is awesome.
[Between giggles, he makes a few more horse noises, quiet, reassuring rumbles.]
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[One of the horses whickers curiously, and Equius recognizes the sound as a question; it probably wants more sugar cubes. He nickers a response, and the horse, not liking it, stomps one hoof and snorts. But it's too late to do anything, as Gamzee is starting to lead him away.]
Where are we going now?
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[Gamzee leads him along, peeking into the stables. It seems that all the horses are outside today --after all, it is a lovely day-- leaving the stables themselves blissfully quiet and abandoned.
He glances back at Equius with a grin.]
Ain't in the know about you, but I was fuckin' enjoying what we were doing back there.
[His thought bubble reacts again, and the images of his lusus are quickly replaced by him and Equius and them kissing and pressing together and kissing more in various states of undress. Though never quite naked.]
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Uh, babe?
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