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vatheon2012-03-14 02:29 pm
bethehugejerk) wrote in vatheon2012-03-14 02:29 pm
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Who: Karkat and Gamzee
Where: Gamzee, Equius, and Darkleer's hive, presently absent the latter two.
When: March 14th, starting around midnight, continuing into whenever.
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[The latter hours of the 13th have been a process. Everything is preparation, first in the act of gathering. Karkat has raided pillows from most places, foremost his own room, and any in other places that he has found particular fondness for. Nothing more Eridan's, or nothing equally favored: they would be out of place. And blankets, too, though he has already lost the one from his own bed on Monday to the act of covering his thought bubble, for however long that venture lasted. Hint: not very. After that is a bottle of Faygo, purchased specially for this night in remembrance of the April night they mended their friendship. Last, the Regisickle. That much never leaves him willingly, nor the other bits of his strife deck, but checking it carries a weight beyond the physical.]
[Second, and starting with the gathering, has been the act of scrubbing down down. Each object picked up is like a piece of himself picked away: not in loss, but in opening, letting memories and feelings well under the surface for the jam to come. A shower serves as culmination, each brush of soap like cleaning away doubt and hesitance, rubbing raw his mind that his moirail may yet sooth it.]
[The actual trip there after is uneventful, and too short for any meaningful thought along the way. When he reaches the door a few houses down, he knocks and waits.]
Where: Gamzee, Equius, and Darkleer's hive, presently absent the latter two.
When: March 14th, starting around midnight, continuing into whenever.
Style: Action
Status: Closed
[The latter hours of the 13th have been a process. Everything is preparation, first in the act of gathering. Karkat has raided pillows from most places, foremost his own room, and any in other places that he has found particular fondness for. Nothing more Eridan's, or nothing equally favored: they would be out of place. And blankets, too, though he has already lost the one from his own bed on Monday to the act of covering his thought bubble, for however long that venture lasted. Hint: not very. After that is a bottle of Faygo, purchased specially for this night in remembrance of the April night they mended their friendship. Last, the Regisickle. That much never leaves him willingly, nor the other bits of his strife deck, but checking it carries a weight beyond the physical.]
[Second, and starting with the gathering, has been the act of scrubbing down down. Each object picked up is like a piece of himself picked away: not in loss, but in opening, letting memories and feelings well under the surface for the jam to come. A shower serves as culmination, each brush of soap like cleaning away doubt and hesitance, rubbing raw his mind that his moirail may yet sooth it.]
[The actual trip there after is uneventful, and too short for any meaningful thought along the way. When he reaches the door a few houses down, he knocks and waits.]
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If I were really any motherfuckin' better, Eridan's eye would still be fuckin' fine.
I know. I know you are like always fuckin' there for me, bro. I'm just real motherfuckin' frightened of the motherfucker I get to being when you can't fuckin' be.
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Shhhshhhshh. That was a mistake, I'm not saying it wasn't. But I had--had died, and that psychopatch Yuno framed him to make it look like it he did it. If it were who had died, I wouldn't exactly be in the best state of mind to think it over rationally either.
I can't make Eridan forgive you or feel one way or another after what you did, but don't you dare go and think you're irredeemable or can't be helped because of what happened. We're lucky enough this place revived me.
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[He just misses having Eridan as a friend. That and the guilt.]
Just... Just freaks at me sometimes, the way what I can just all fuckin' snap like that.
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[The hand at his face moves, going now to pap at his shoulder.]
I wouldn't doubt it. I get freaked out enough sometimes about other things, and I don't even have your... highblood rage stuff to deal with. But I'm here for you. I sure as hell don't ever want to die again, not like that, and I am being careful. I want to defend myself, and keep myself and--and everyone safe. And part of that is staying alive so I can help you when you can't handle it all on your own.