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You’re going insane.
To be fair, you were never, like, the poster child for well-adjusted to begin with. Cool, yes. Normal, less so. You always thought it would be your Bro who finally pushed you over the edge, but no, it’s going to be boredom.
It’s not like you’re a stranger to boredom, you and boredom are pretty good bros. You and boredom have been living together for a while, have a sensible mortgage and a dog, you’ve been thinking about proposing to boredom but you’re not quite sure if you’re ready. You have multiple tracks on your computer named boredblah.mp3 or some variation of that, either named because you wrote/mixed them when you were bored or because they’re raps on the subject of being bored. Sometimes both.
But you had a fair bit of purpose back home, you’re just now realising. If you didn’t do your schoolwork in time for it to be submitted to the whatever of homeschooling, Bro would kick your ass. You had fans that would get all complainy if you didn’t grace them with the majesty of Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff at somewhat regular intervals. You had daily training. You talked to your friends all the time and did interesting things so you would have stuff to talk to them about. You felt like you were working towards something and you might not have consciously felt that, but the absence of that feeling fucking sucks.
Nothing you do on this meteor will make a bit of difference to how fast it gets to wherever the fuck it’s going. You have none of your school stuff and it doesn’t matter anymore because there’s no one to report your studies to and there’s no schools and what use is maths in a world where you literally have time by the balls? Terezi likes your comics, but doesn’t get them and would be just as satisfied if you drew a bunch of random shapes in different colours, so there’s really no motivation there. And, without the rest of the world doing shit , you have nothing to meme about. All your material is just getting more and more stale, and not in the ironic way you’re used to.
You do your training, half out of habit and half because you feel like you’re going to burst out of your skin, you have so much energy and nowhere to put it and maybe after 100 pushups you’ll feel better. Nope, maybe stair sprints will help. Nope, next fucking activity. You have more friends now, but none of you are doing anything interesting. Oh, Rose did some knitting. Oh, Terezi licked someone. Oh, Karkat shouted at someone. Blah blah.
You feel every fucking second and it’s killing you.
Worse, you’re annoying everyone because that’s how you deal with boredom. You try and force someone else to entertain you.
Okay, it’s been two days since Rose snapped at you and told you to give her half an hour to herself, she’s probably over it by now. She’s going insane too, you all are. If you were more sensitive you’d hold it against her, but you actually don’t mind being told to fuck off. You kinda like knowing where you’re at with people.
You stroll into the main living area of the meteor. Everyone has their own rooms and there are designated activity spots all over, but there’s this massive room in the middle that functions as kitchen, dining room and group hangout space. If someone’s in that room, they’re okay with company, that’s the deal.
You were hoping to see Rose, but there’s only Karkat. Though, to be honest, that’s not a bad thing. You feel guilty when you bother everyone else, but he’s such an easy target it almost feels like he doesn’t count. Like, if you can piss a guy off because you’re ordering your skittles by colour before eating them, you might as well piss him off on purpose.
‘Yo, what up, Vantas?’ you say.
He jumps out of his skin. Dude’s way too easy to sneak up on, you weren’t even trying.
‘What the fuck, Strider? Why aren’t you sleeping like all the other morons?’
‘Too cool for snoozes, babydoll,’ you say, winking and giving him fingerguns. He probably can’t see you wink behind your shades, but it’s the thought that counts.
He doesn’t bother to respond, but goes back to hunching over the weird troll laptop in front of him and bashing on the keys like they’ve recently insulted his grandmother.
You grab yourself a water and sit next to him. He hunches over even worse.
‘Whatchya doin’?’ you ask, leaning back in your chair.
‘Coding,’ he says shortly.
‘There’s no way you can code.’
‘I am fucking exceptional at coding, I literally coded your pathetic excuse for a universe.’
‘If it’s so pathetic, you must have done a bad job with the code,’ you point out. You sip at your water. This is why you get a straw whenever you drink, so you can make obnoxious sucking noises to punctuate your beautiful points. That and because someone accidentally alchemised crazy straws and like fuck you’re not going to take advantage of that wonderful mistake.
‘I am going to shove that straw so far up your wastechute that it becomes part of your stupid mammalian digestive system forever.’
Karkat shuts the lid of his laptop and glares at you.
‘What the fuck do you want from me?’ he says.
That takes you by surprise for a second, but you make sure that doesn’t show on your face.
‘Do I have to want something? I thought we were just chilling.’
‘You don’t even like me, Strider, I’m not an idiot.’
You cock your head to one side.
‘Is liking you a prerequisite to chilling with you?’
You actually do like him a whole bunch. The first thing he ever said in your presence was this hella drawn out “FUUUUUUUUUCK” and it was hilarious. Then he just flipped his shit and that was hilarious too. You basically couldn’t dislike him after that. But it’s pretty fun to poke at him. And slowing that bucket down to mess with him was the best god damn use of your time powers, hands down, for the entire session.
‘No, I suppose not. I just thought you humans were weirdly into making sure everyone was “friends” with you, like some kind of incestuous orgy of emotional fuckups, everyone just constantly patting each other on the back so hard that no one can get anything done.’
‘Yeah, that’s it, that’s humanity, you sure got us pegged.’
Karkat just huffs and crosses his arms.
‘Vantas. I’m bored. Do something,’ you say.
‘Like what?’ he says, glaring at you.
You can’t think of anything to say. You idly kick his chair and wait for inspiration to strike.
‘Oh my fucking god, will you stop that? Do you want me to kick you into the dirt? Because I will, Strider, I will happily kick you until your body is fucking encased in dirt. All metal surfaces around here, but I’ll find some dirt, fuckface, I’ll do it.’
‘Yeah, let’s do that,’ you say, jumping to your feet. Okay, voice suitably chill, body rebelling because you haven’t done your exercises today and they don’t work that well anyway. Your godtier ass is just too awesome to get worn out.
‘What?’ he says.
‘Dude, strife me,’ you say. ‘I haven’t had a strife in seven months, four days, 13 hours and two minutes.’
‘I’m not going to strife you,’ he says, but he’s standing now too, putting a couple steps between you. ‘We don’t even have the same abstractus, and in case you missed the memo, I’m on the side of not causing anymore needless bloodshed.’
‘You made another memo? Shit, I did miss that,’ you say, stepping a bit closer, just to test. He mirrors you, stepping backwards, maintaining distance.
‘No, I didn’t make any more fucking memos, it’s a figure of speech, bulgemunch.’
He’s going to run out of room soon, what will he do when he’s backed against the wall? You take another couple steps, casual as can be.
‘I actually got a universal strife specibus now. Stupidest thing, I threw a balled up comic into the bin and levelled up. Musta only needed like one experience point or something.’
‘So what, you want to borrow some sickles?’ Karkat asks, looking at you like you’ve gone mad.
‘Don’t you have fistkind or something?’ you ask. ‘Come on, Vantas, rough house with me.’
He’s run out of room. He rests his hands on the wall behind him as if he’s going to push off it. You step closer.
‘Are you …’ he frowns at you like he’s trying to figure you out. ‘I know you don’t give a shit about quadrants,’ he says.
You groan and roll your whole head so he knows you’re rolling your eyes behind your shades. He can probably see your eyes from this distance, actually, you’re pretty close.
‘No, shut up,’ he says. ‘This is coming across pretty pitch, and I know you don’t actually want to get into that shit with me, so I’m just letting you know you should probably back off.’
‘Kittykat, this isn’t me making spades eyes at you, I’m just wanting a good old fashioned throw down, not my fault if you’re reading shit into it that ain’t there.’
You’re right up in his space now, there’s barely an inch between your chests. You have to look up to meet his eyes, which pisses you off a bit, but he’s still cowering against the wall, it isn’t like you’re at a disadvantage here.
You’d just always assumed that he had short guy syndrome, what with all the anger. Pretty annoying to find out that wasn’t the case.
‘Back off,’ he tells you, and his voice comes out all growly.
‘Make me,’ you say back, smirking at him.
You’re so not bored now.
He kicks your foot, trying to unbalance you, so you go with the movement and land on your other foot easily. You throw a punch at his head and he ducks it and tackles you around the waist. Okay, you weren’t expecting that. He slams you into the ground and you’re a little winded, but that’s okay, you can absolutely recover from this. You make to jab him in the side but he catches your hand, fine, left hand’s nearly as good, but he catches that one too before you can punch him. He pins your hands to the ground next to your head and oh shit, yeah, you take it back, this is kind of sexy, this was not your intention. You rock your hips to the side, trying to throw him off, but he’s so fucking solid.
This is so not the time for a boner, this is so not the time for a boner.
You change tactics and make one last heave as if you’re trying to force your way out of your hands and then slip the other way, sliding out of his grip while it’s still recovering from your other movements. You’re still underneath him, but with your hands free you can angle yourself upwards, and yeah, he’s flinching back so you don’t headbutt him and now you’ve got one of his legs. You pull it upwards so he lands on his ass and then flash to standing.
‘Okay, hand to hand trolls have an advantage,’ you say and you’re only a bit out of breath.
‘No fucking shit, I could have told you that.’ He’s still sitting on the floor, glaring up at you. Maybe he knocked you down in less than 10 seconds, but you’d bet anything he used all he had to do it. You just thought you were pacing for a longer strife.
‘I’ll get better,’ you promise, and then you strut from the room, letting your cape billow behind you.
Kanaya walks in on you doing chin ups on your doorframe.
‘Hello, Dave,’ she says. ‘What are you doing?’
‘Vriska said we should be training,’ you say, dropping down. It’s less than a foot and your stupid body still wants you to use your kickass flying abilities. You’re trying not to use them when you train. You haven’t gotten tired flying yet, no matter how long you keep it up. And you once did it for four hours straight, just to piss Karkat’s earthbound ass off. Meteorbound. Whatever, you floated behind him like a balloon and it was hilarious.
‘I did not realise that you cared about Vriska’s schedule,’ she says. ‘Am I interrupting?’
‘Yeah, but nothing wrong with that. Getting a bit obsessed, to be honest.’
You’ve never trained this hard in your life. You’ve just been really motivated since you almost lost your wrestle to Karkat. You always were competitive. That’s all this is. Any dreams to the contrary are your business alone and you file them away in your super organised filing cabinet like a respectable businessman with a briefcase and everything.
‘What can I do for you, Kanaya?’ you ask.
‘I was wondering if you would come find Gamzee with me,’ she says.
Woah, you weren’t expecting that.
‘What’s he done?’ You’re kind of regretting all those pull ups now if you have to go and do a strife. Still, sword should beat clubkind any day, both swing but one’s sharp as you in a suit and it ain’t the clown one, that just makes sense.
‘Nothing,’ Kanaya says, holding her hands up. ‘Karkat just has not seen him for almost a perigee. He needs his moirail.’
‘Why are you coming to me with this? I don’t care if Karkat has a cuddleclown or not.’
‘Because it can be dangerous to go adventuring alone and you are a knight.’
You raise your eyebrows at her.
‘Okay, now I’m basically honour-bound to protect you, Miss Sylph, so I hope you’re ready for some class A knighting.’
‘Very ready,’ she assures you.
You offer your arm, feeling like a bit of a dick. She takes your arm with grace and you walk like a pimp for a whole hallway until she asks what’s wrong with your leg.
‘Nothing wrong, just a traditional Earthen strut. I’ll cool it for you because I don’t want to trip over your fallen panties or anything,’ you say.
‘Is the implication here that my undergarments have fallen off due to the arousing qualities of your strangely stiff walk?’ Kanaya asks.
‘I … find that incredibly unlikely.’ She withdraws her arm from yours.
You slip your shades down a little so you can wink at her over them.
‘Dave, how do you have so much confidence?’
‘Comes to me naturally. Gift of the Striders,’ you say. ‘Why do you ask?’
‘Uh …’ Kanaya says awkwardly. ‘Perhaps we should focus on finding Gamzee.’
'Kanaya, 90% of confidence is saying whatever the hell you like the very instant it occurs to you and then just neglecting to care about the embarrassing shit you said.’
Kanaya looks at you as if she's just figured you out. You stare back blank faced. You hope she's got half an eye on where you're going because you'd rather run into a wall than lose a staring contest and that would be pretty embarrassing. Also maybe ironic. Yeah, you could play that off fine. You gain an extra swagger of confidence. That’s the unit of measurement of confidence, obviously. She blinks and you’re allowed to look where you’re going again.
'On Alternia, we have a social tradition in which we use humour that is not considered genuinely funny in order to alleviate social pressure and endear oneself onto a romantic partner.’
You parse Kanaya’s language.
'Bad jokes to a crush, you mean pickup lines? You don't even use sarcasm, how do you have pickup lines?’
'Oh, humans do it too, wonderful. I had worried that the tradition would not translate, as so many of our concepts stall on the cultural divide.’
'Who are you trying to hit on? Holy shit, is it me? No, that's insane. Is it Rose? Ha, it has to be one of us, right? Otherwise the human thing wouldn’t matter. Dude, I'm not going to help you get in my sister's panties! Oh my god, I shouldn't have said that earlier about my pimp walk seducing you, I'm so sorry, Kanaya, can you start talking over the top of me or something, I don't think I have any full stops left.’
You manage to stop talking of your own accord. Kanaya is a bit baffled by your outburst, as per usual. You really like how Kanaya accepts you even when she has no fucking idea what you're talking about. Karkat just starts yelling at you whenever he doesn't know what you're talking about. You make up a lot of nonsense around him. You love making Karkat yell. He has a hair trigger response to everything.
'So, will you help?’ she asks.
'I don't know what I've done to give you the impression that I could help,’ you say. 'I’ve kissed one girl and I was dead. Not exactly a long list of references.’
'But … Karkat …’ Kanaya says.
'Woah, wires crossed there, babe, what are you talking about?’
'Oh,’ she says. 'I thought you … but you do it so well …’
You actually stop then, stop walking and look her in the eyes.
'What do you think I'm doing well with Karkat?’
'Pitch flirting,’ she says doubtfully.
'What the fuck.’
'The caliginous quadrant?’
'I do not give a shit about your crazy alien squares,’ you say as firmly as you can.
'That’s not just to taunt him?’
You give her a flat look.
‘It’s just … I do not think I could do that well even if I tried. I have tried pitch flirting before, it’s hard.’
‘I can understand why you might think I’m pulling Karkat’s pigtails or whatever, but that’s not what this is. I know you guys don’t have the concept, but I’m not down with the d, or whatever it is troll dudes pack. Actually, you strike me as similarly anti-d, so maybe you do and he’s just an asshole for not accepting shit like that.’
Kanaya doesn’t know what you’re talking about.
‘Whatever, where’s this motherfucking juggalo at?’
You both freeze as you hear a faint honk.
‘Coincidence or intentional?’ you ask her.
‘Almost certainly intentional. I think it came from this way.’
You follow her around the another corner and down some stairs.
‘Should I talk more?’
‘I was surprised that you stopped.’
‘Yo, Gamzee, want to grace us with your presence? Haven’t seen you in a while, bro.’
Slightly louder honk. Encouraged, you continue.
‘Been wanting to have a slam with someone and the competition around here is so weak it’s barely worth lifting. It’s like if Superman went into a normal gym, started lifting ten pound weights, what even would be the point?’
Gamzee drops out of a vent from the ceiling almost right in front of you. Luckily, you have experience with assholes doing that to you when you’re half asleep and going for a piss in the middle of the night and you were on your guard so you don’t react at all.
‘Sup?’ you say, all cool like it’s nothing. You lean into Kanaya somewhat, make it clear that the two of you are a team.
‘You all to be callin’ me, Knight, what is up with your fine figure?’ Gamzee asks. He starts to circle you in this slow slouchy way that is just filled with lazy intent. You don’t draw your sword. No point, yet.
‘Just escorting the lady,’ you say, nudging Kanaya to speak. She doesn’t, so you decide to break the tension by flirting back. ‘You like what you see? I have it on good authority that Strider ass is tier one ass, you got the good luck of the very pinnacle of human hotness being up here with you.’ This has nothing to do with proving to Kanaya that you flirt with everyone, nothing at all. Hell, you flirted with Vriska the other day, if popping back in time so there were three of you there to prove that you still had the mad skillz counts as flirting. Which … you’re pretty sure it does.
Gamzee pauses behind you, presumably to check out your ass seeing as you drew attention to it. But you don’t like him being behind you. Conundrum. You pop a hip dramatically and look over your shoulder like a model. You hold for a couple seconds then decide that’s enough of that. You turn and face him.
‘Okay, bro, can you just come back with us now? Apparently you’re a bad boyfriend, like no one could have predicted that.’
‘Yes, you really can’t be putting Dave in this position, Gamzee,’ Kanaya says.
You look at her puzzled, but Gamzee hangs his head like a puppy that knows he’s not supposed to piss on the carpet so you guess you’ll ask later.
‘I ain’t got any inclination to burden him with the righteous wrath that flows through my pan,’ Gamzee says miserably.
‘What about his pan? What about his burdens?’ Kanaya says.
‘Dude hasn’t slept in weeks, bro,’ you add. That seems like something the diamond dudes would deal with.
‘This motherfucking impropriety needs to up and halt its motherfucking noise!’ Gamzee says.
‘You brought this on yourself! What kind of moirail leaves it until their diamond is a worry to their spade before intervening!’
Ah, there’s the catch. There’s the why. Kanaya is badass, she didn’t need a Knight, she just acted on meaningless gossip.
You grit your teeth to keep from screaming at them, suddenly hot all over. You haven’t been angry like this in a long while, you cover yourself with cool, but there ain’t no cool thoughts here.
They’re still talking, but it’s like you don’t even recognise what they’re saying as words, you don’t care, you have shit to say, they can just—’Shut the FUCK up!’
They do, turn to stare at you. Oh look, you have a sword in your hand. You swing it in your palm, feeling the weight. You would love to have an imp to sink it into right now, just bury it in meaningless flesh.
‘I am not black for Vantas, not any fucking colour for anyone. I am under no fucking obligation to have romantic feelings for anyone on this god damned meteor, just because we’re all a similar age. I give zero shits about troll romance, I give barely any about human romance and if y’all are going to read shit into every god damned interaction I have with people on this meteor, I am going to be forced to create some motherfucking doomed timelines here.’
There’s a moment when Kanaya and Gamzee stare at you with a strange mixture of shock and on guardedness.
‘Bet you wanna get your antagonism on real nice with my best bro now, don’t you little melanite?’
‘Gamzee …’ Kanaya warns.
‘Naw, this is what a good moirail would do, isn’t it? I could up and take him all for myself, keep him til he fought for me all nice like midnight but I won’t deprive my sugargrub of such a fuckin’ treat.’
You swing your sword for his chest, certain he’ll jump out of the way, you don’t even move that fast, just with intent, fucker got through the game he knows how to dodge.
He doesn’t bother.
Purple blood falls to the floor and you find yourself suddenly very grateful you didn’t extend your arm another couple inches, because it’s just blood and you could really do without seeing what troll entrails look like.
Gamzee smiles with his eyes half open at you, like he hasn’t got a care in the world.
‘I’ll give you that one for free, pitchbait,’ he growls. ‘Now go and find my motherfucking palest bro and tell him I’ll lick his wounds for him when you’re done.’
You want nothing more than to swing your sword again, cut him into smug ribbons, but he won’t fight back, you know he won’t and he probably won’t even do you the courtesy of dying. You look at Kanaya and see that see has her lipstick in her hand, looking at you warily.
‘You can both get fucked,’ you say, as calmly as you can manage. It isn’t calm. You captchalogue your sword and stalk away. You will not be manipulated into a relationship, you will not be made to second guess your every interaction, you will not murder this whole goddamn meteor even though you absolutely could.
You will go scream at your sister to get her to get everyone to step off . Rose can fix this.
Still burning with rage, with that tingly hot kind of energy that you need to beat out of your system, you stalk down corridors, not really paying attention to where you’re going. You’d run, but you’re wearing your god tier clothes and you will not have your cape flapping behind you like a dickhead as you run. You’d fly, but that’s basically effortless. You pour all your energy into your feet, bringing them down hard but landing them quietly. It’s not enough. You need to hit something. You turn a corner and narrowly avoid running into Karkat by flashstepping to the side.
‘Hey,’ he says, disinterestedly.
You stand frozen. You want to shout at him, pick a fight, but you’re the one who always has his cool. And fucking Kanaya and Gamzee are still in your head. You’re not in stupid spades with him. You’re a fucking human, who isn’t interested in dudes, or aliens or hatemance. You grit your teeth and look away, not willing to leave because if you do, you think you’ll probably look like a flouncy, tantrumy girl.
You wait for him to continue around the corner, but he’s looking at you oddly. You school your face back to blankness. You go to that zone, the one where no matter what Bro says you will not break, you will pass the test. You feel your heart rate slow. It’s a pretend calm, but it’ll do.
He steps back to look at your face.
‘You okay, Strider?’ he says.
‘Peachy,’ you say. You sound a bit sarcastic, but normal.
He cocks his head to the side.
‘You have a fight with Kanaya?’
You look at him incredulously. How does he always know who has beef with who?
‘ No . Jog on, Vantas, I ain’t got time for your shit today,’ you say.
‘Sure, you haven’t got time ,’ he says. ‘Whatever, you don’t have to talk to me, I’m not your moirail.’
You’ve stood on the roof in the middle of Texas summer, holding strife poses for excruciatingly long times while your skin burnt and Bro taunted you and you never flinched because if you did he’d decide that you needed to go without a couple meals to help you find motivation to learn some fucking control. You seem to have lost your touch.
You launch yourself at him and slam him to the wall, holding his throat with your forearm. He glares at you, but doesn’t look alarmed, or even surprised.
‘Damn straight, you’re not my moirail. You’re not my kismesis, you’re not my friend, you’re just some guy who happens to be on this meteor with me.’
Karkat looks at you with an unimpressed expression. You feel a twinge of shame, this is not cool , but you’re backed into your own corner here, you got to keep going, steer into this like you sought him out like you meant to say these things.
‘That clear, Vantas?’ you prompt him. Now you got your options sorted, no more uncertainty. He agrees, you let him go, sneer at him and leave. He disagrees, you beat the shit out of him. Actually, maybe you’ll do that even if he agrees.
He smiles slowly at you.
‘I’m a shitty punching bag, Strider, I hit back. You sure you want to go this way?’
You smirk at him. This isn’t ruined just because he knows what’s going on.
‘Fuck it, then. Not clear. Fuck your mixed signals, fuck your stupid human sensibilities and have a general fuck you for good measure.’
He doesn’t give you time to respond, he just knees you, misses your dick only because you flinch away and gets you in the upper thigh.
‘Dude, that is hella uncool,’ you say, because you’re fucking knights , you don’t go for the dick-shot! You take the arm that you somehow kept across his throat and grab his shoulder, hurl him to the ground. He doesn’t keep his feet, thankfully, you don’t know if you would have and you don’t want him to have an advantage, not yet. But he grabs your foot and yanks from the ground. You let him, you could easily shake him off, skip back, but where’s the fun in that? You fall on him heavily, get your elbow into his gut and roll off, keep out of the range of his claws. He huffs out a breath and bares his teeth at you. Makes you want to bite him before he bites you. Would your teeth even do anything to him? You’re both crouching, facing each other, daring each other to make the first move. You’re ready for him. You won’t go first. Should have gone for it immediately, got the advantage, Karkat’s breathing’s steady again. Finally, he lunges at you, aiming predictably for a straight on tackle. You jump as well, slip underneath his outstretched arms and under his body, roll, come at him from behind, pin him down so his arms are crushed underneath him.
He writhes a bit.
‘Fuck,’ he says, and he sounds more wry than pissed off.
‘You clear, now?’ you ask, letting your voice get all smug.
‘Yeah, Strider, this physical domination has made it completely clear that you don’t have any caliginous feelings for me.’ He sighs. ‘You need a fucking moirail, you’ve got your head so far up your nook, you can’t tell your bulge from your cartilaginous nub.’
You lean into your knee on his back while you think that over. He definitely deserves retribution, but you’re no longer clear on how you can deliver that without encouraging the thoughts you want to discourage. Just how exactly do you beat someone up platonically? God damn aliens.
‘Strider, are you gonna let me up?’
‘Thinkin’ ‘bout it,’ you say.
He sighs again and squirms. You move your weight without thinking, just habit. He’s trapped. You know what you’re doing.
‘Right, well, still not your fucking moirail, but you’ve got me trapped and I’m pretty sure your worst nightmare is talking about your feelings.’
You shift your leg, hoping that it’ll crush his lungs a bit and stop him from talking.
‘I know you don’t care about quadrants and I know that I’m the last person you’d want a relationship with. I don’t even know if humans are capable of romantic relationships with trolls, but we’ve encountered aliens before and had no trouble with the romance side of things, reproduction being an entirely different area. Whatever, even if you’re not lining up to pail me, which, of course you aren’t, look at me, maybe you’re getting your head around kismessitude and I have the easiest horns to grab.’
See, now there’s a dirty tactic, pretending like he’s not objectively speaking attractive. It isn’t like you specifically find him attractive, but you know that he is. What, are you supposed to just let him say that he’s not fuckable? Are you supposed to deny it? Stupid attention seeking bullshit, you saw that enough back home, beautiful people playing shy, saying they look hideous when they damn well know they don’t. You know you’re a good looking guy, you would have done fine, it just so happens that there are no fucking humans around to give a shit anymore and the aliens probably have different standards of beauty and you really want to punch someone now.
‘I know I’m pathetically easy to rile up, I can do it all on my own, even when I know what’s coming, you’re not fucking special, getting on my nerves like this. Yeah, you do it better and more consistently than anyone else, but that doesn’t mean shit.’
‘Do you have spades for me ?’ you ask. That would be so satisfying, better than it just being an alien weakness, it being a Dave weakness, something else to torment Karkat about. I just thought I’d better warn you I’m about to bend over to pick this up, try to keep it in your pants, Karkitten .
‘Humans are the fucking worst,’ Karkat says, you think more to himself than you. ‘No, I don’t have spades for you, bulgemunch, you’re frustrating as fuck but you clearly don’t know what you’re doing. Total bulgewilt. Not even worth pitying you for it.’
‘If you’re trying to goad me into flirting with you …’
‘ No , Strider, you douchemuffin, do you never listen to a fucking word anyone says? I’m saying that if you need to use me as a practice pitch I can fucking take it, I’ve been the oh-shit-no-one-likes-me-karkat-will-do focus of enough of my friends, I can certainly handle whatever a human can throw at me.’
You really wish you could growl like a troll right now. It’d just come off weird if you tried. You stand up and kick him instead, and nice, that groan of pain settles in your belly and soothes the anger, that’s what you needed. You stalk out of the room without looking back. He wants to play gay hate chicken? You can play gay hate chicken. You just need to do some fucking research.
You manage to cool off slightly by the time you get to Rose’s bedroom. You knock and wait, because she’s got you trained good.
‘Come in,’ she says.
You flop onto her couch (you’re not allowed on her bed) and stare at the ceiling while you wait for her to be done with her computer. She types with a strange rhythm and her nails clack against the keyboard. It makes you think of secretaries, even though you really don’t know anything about secretaries. She finishes with a flourish, drags her mouse to close the window she had open and spins on the chair to face you. She steeples her fingers to her lips and smiles gently.
‘Kanaya says you have had quite a cantankerous morning,’ she says.
‘Yeah, that’s one way to say it,’ you say, turning to face her ceiling. What a picture you two make. Like something out of her stupid psychology books.
‘You successfully found Gamzee, that’s an achievement,’ she says.
‘Yeah and he can go get fucked, too.’
‘You don’t like it when people assume things about your relationships.’
‘Fuck off,’ you agree.
‘Well, who does?’
‘I didn’t even come here to talk about that shit, though you can absolutely tell them to back off, that would be motherfucking delightful, okay, but I wanted a different kind of expertise.’
‘Do you have any books on their stupid romance?’
‘Are you asking me so you know what to avoid with Karkat?’
‘Fuck no, I’m not letting their stupid comments make me act any way that I don’t want to act.’
Rose smiles and moves to her bookshelf.
‘Most of my books are fiction, but this is a … well, you’ll see.’
You bet it’s her research notes in tome form, so you captchalogue it without giving her the satisfaction of looking at it.
‘If you aren’t going to change your behaviour, what are you researching for? If you don’t mind my asking.’
‘Well, I’m apparently the best at this without even trying. I bet it’ll really get his goat if I put some effort in.’
You roll to see what Rose’s face is doing with that. She looks surprised and amused and a little bit wicked.
‘I am so looking forward to seeing how this turns out,’ she says.
The book Rose leant you is called Wiggler’s First Quadrant Manual and it is the most condescending piece of literature you have ever laid eyes on. This is something you say as Rose Lalonde’s wizard-slash beta reader. It aggressively insults the reader for not being able to figure out quadrants on their own and continuously says things like “are you still keeping up? Your ignorance makes me want to vomit my entire internal system up and die”.
Suddenly, Karkat’s whole thing makes a bit more sense. He probably has read this to the point of obsession, he’s basically the book incarnate: angry, superior and obsessed with romance.
You send Rose quotes from it when they are particularly ornery, even though she’s read it before. You consider just reading the bits on blackrom, but you decide that more knowledge is more power. You hold the pages down with clips and manage to multitask doing sit-ups and push-ups while you read.
And the more you read, the more you find yourself grudgingly acknowledging that to an outsider who did not know how very Dave Strider you are, it might possibly look like you are in the throes of your first kismessitude.
Because it seems like what you first mistook for just a particularly violent kind of relationship is actually … well, it makes more sense if you look at it from a whole.
Trolls automatically assume that anyone that they meet wants to kill them. Cull them. Whatever. You suppose the lingo is kind of important. Kill has different connotations, cull is so clinical, like they assume that everyone else is kind of a disgrace to the race and shouldn’t be added to the slurry. Slurry. Gross. So, when they talk to someone more than once (that’s seriously all it takes, god they’re romance obsessed) they begin to try and pigeon hole that person.
There’s the idea of comradery, cahoots, this sort of honour between two trolls working towards the same aim that doesn’t need to develop into romance, but equally doesn’t need to develop into … and this word doesn’t quite want to translate consistently, no matter how long you squint at the weird spikey letters, it seems to be both “friend” and “enemy”. But that word seems to sum up most of the meteor, trolls who aren’t going to kill each other and probably would rather be together than apart.
Then there’s pity and respect.
They use the word pity and your whole body spikes up like an overly defensive cat. But it’s more like … empathy. Like compassion. Like understanding. And if they understand (but in that weird pitying way) and want to guard you against those pesky troll rages that end up with death and destruction (and oh god, why are you even risking being on the same meteor as these creeps?) then moirallegiance happens. And if it’s not about subduing, but about loving and nurturing those pitiful streaks, about pride in them for being so brave to be weak occasionally, then it’s matespritship.
Then there’s respect, and already you feel more at home there, even though matespritship is the more “human” element. You have to respect someone to hate them properly. And hate … it doesn’t translate right either. It’s too possessive for how humans think of it. If trolls could let this hatred go and move on, it would be useless. If humans weren’t okay with anyone else hating the person they hated, it wouldn’t really make sense.
And yeah, there’s understanding here too, because why would you hate someone if you didn’t get them? You think of how it would apply to Karkat. You can understand how it must suck that apparently this reality is the alpha timeline and that means that he had to fail as a leader in order to move on in time. You can even pity that a bit, in the weird troll way, but mostly you see how it doesn’t stop him from bossing you all around, how he throws his words around just like you do, how he’s one of two people who can get you on your back, and the other one is dead .
You look at auspisticism and see that it’s all about respect, too. Even though there’s an element of exasperated meddling, you have to respect the other two trolls in clubs with you or you’d just let them kill each other or just kill one of them so that you can go about your day drama free. You acknowledge their compatibility and chemistry, but mediate it because it wouldn’t work out and you respect them both too much to let it happen.
You wonder if anyone would try and auspice you and Karkat. After all, you being human is a legitimate concern, he could kill you accidentally and you can’t properly return his feelings. But Gamzee and Kanaya seemed to be encouraging you. It’s not due to a lack of respect either, you know they both respect and pity Karkat in the hate-friend way, with a scooch extra of pale pity on both of their parts. You know that now that you’ve studied.
You knew about Gamzee anyway, but you can read into their actions now. You know that Kanaya would probably replace Gamzee in a heartbeat. You know that what you had assumed would be a good old fashioned hate-mance between Vriska and Terezi (and you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t pictured the two spikey competitive girls tearing each other’s clothes off plenty of times) is probably a moirallegiance. You know that Kanaya absolutely was asking you for advice with Rose because she’s so flush it’s embarrassing.
You know … that unless Karkat’s got some talent for keeping his emotions under wraps that he’s hiding by spewing other emotions everywhere (an anti-Strider, if you will) that he legitimately doesn’t feel pitch feelings for you. Or flush. He pities the whole fucking world, but not you specifically.
Not in the way that Jade consistently missing your hints was frustrating, because that had a hint of exhilaration to it, you playing cat and mouse to see if she would call you out on your crush, her sometimes saying things that you could almost interpret as flirting back and the whole time just hoping that she was impressed with you or something. It’s not frustrating in the way your battle of intellects with Rose was (and holy shit, were you in a kismessitude with your sister?), forcing yourself to study even though Bro didn’t care if you coasted or aced school, just so you could choose whether you were playing dumb or showing off your smarts.
What it is, is the first time since you were old enough to care, is that someone isn’t paying attention to you. Isn’t automatically flustered by the Strider charms. Someone finding Gamzee attractive, but not you. Feels like blasphemy or some shit.
You start exercising in random rooms that aren’t yours, hoping he’ll run into you. You become a bit more relaxed about wearing your shirt first thing in the morning, lose the insecurity you used to have about the scars on your chest. They aren’t marks of failure anymore, but marks of determination and training and proof that you have enough experience with a blade that you got hurt sometimes. And, it’s hard to worry about them so much when even you are a little distracted by your newly prominent muscles.
It doesn’t happen often, but sometimes Karkat notices.
‘Strider, are you serious? You have time to put your stupid shade-glasses on even though there is nothing you need shading from, but you can’t find it in you to put on a shirt?’
You smirk, showing more of your teeth than you usually do. You have nice teeth and you don’t want him to forget about them because you usually keep your face too locked down.
‘Haven’t showered yet, Metakarkles, thought I’d get this rude hunger under control first.’
‘What the fuck did you just call me?’
‘What, you need an anatomy lesson?’
You step closer to him and he steps back.
‘Pfft, scared?’ you ask, like it’s ridiculous for him to be on his guard around you.
‘What are you doing?’ he says, eyes narrowed.
‘Gimme your hand.’
His gaze flickers down to your chest as he considers it. You give him your most sarcastic eyebrow. He thrusts his hand at you like he’s worried you’re going to chop it off but isn’t willing to lose face to stop you. You smirk again and grab the tips of his fingers.
‘Phalanges,’ you tell him, sliding your hand up his as you continue your definitions. ‘Metacarpals, carpals, radius, ulna, humerus, woah, nope, you got an extra bone, what the fuck.’
‘Uh …’ he says.
‘Dude, and I know I’m saying this with my hands on your grey alien skin, but sometimes I forget we’re not exactly the same, biology wise.’
He pulls his arm out of your grasp and puts it behind his body. He looks pointedly at your chest.
‘Use your words,’ you say, like the patronising dick you are.
‘Obviously we’re different, look at you!’ he says.
‘Right, yeah, but have you considered that I actually don’t know what I’m supposed to be comparing myself to? Like, as much as you obviously love shapeless sweaters, they leave entirely too much up to the imagination.’
Karkat’s cheeks flush slightly.
‘I’m not taking my top off,’ he says.
You decide that this is one of those instances where you would like to retroactively plan for everything that has just happened because this is entirely too satisfying and you feel that you should be able to think “ all according to plan” like the master you are.
‘I know it’s hard to have confidence in your body when you’re looking at a guy who could conceivably be mistaken for Michelangelo's David, the name thing is no coincidence, by the way, but I ain’t gonna judge, I’ll be clinical as fuck about your weird alien body.’
‘I’m not taking my top off,’ Karkat insists.
‘Aw, are you shy?’
‘I’m just not an exhibitionist,’ he snaps.
‘I’m not an exhibition, I am an exhibit, as in, work of art, come on Karkat, tell me you don’t want to lick my abs, I dare you to try and say it convincingly.’
He looks at you with utter exasperation and your confidence falters, for a moment. Why isn’t he attracted to you?
But then his gaze flickers for a second back to your chest and you think he’s probably pretending to be less affected than he is.
‘What even are abs?’ he says.
‘Abdominal muscles,’ you say, stroking yours with your fingers. ‘Do you really not know what your bones and muscles are called?’
‘What is the fucking use in that?’
‘Uh …’ you say, baffled for a moment. ‘Like, communication. If I broke my fibula, which I have done, bastard snaps at the drop of a fucking hat, the doctor who puts the plaster on would write down “broken fibula” in the notes so that when I get it taken off they know what to look for because chances are I’m not going to get the same doctor and even if I did he’d probably forget about it after six weeks.’
Karkat is looking at you baffled, you so you guess you’ll keep talking.
‘Or like, say I had some bitching biceps, which, duh, I do, check it,’ you say flexing your arms for him, ‘but perhaps I thought my legs weren’t as toned, I could go to a personal trainer and say, yo, help me out, give me some exercises to work my quads. And then he’d say, do some squats, or whatever. I mean, I know this shit because I don’t need no personal trainer or even a doctor most of the time, I can take care of my damn self, but yeah, good to have words for it, you know? Not all humans know this. Actually, Rose probably does, wouldn’t put it past Jade, but … yeah, no way John knows this. Keep forgetting “all humans” means a lot less than it used to.’
He’s still baffled, and you don’t think you’ve seen him speechless, ever, so you decide to keep going with this, showing off your sweet muscles for the sake of “education” and absolutely not pitch posturing.
‘You wanna see what I mean?’ you ask, then, without waiting for an answer you grab his wrist and drag him to the doorway. You keep control of your powers and jump, don’t let yourself fly and grip on the doorframe. The frames at your apartment were too thin to do this with, you had to get handles, but the ones in the meteor are all fine for pull ups, even if they dig into your palms worse than a smooth handle would.
‘Right, so I have to keep my abs activated, that’s more a posture thing, they’re not really working that hard, but look at my biceps and triceps as I lift.’ You go nice and slow, show off the movement. ‘Oh, sorry, those words mean nothing.’ You take a hand off the doorframe to use to gesture to yourself as you keep doing your pull ups one handed. God damn but you’re impressive. ‘So, biceps here, triceps here, abs here. Lots of gyms have mirrors in them so you can make sure you’re keeping the right muscles tight. And so you can check yourself out, probably, I know I like to see myself do this shit, it’s satisfying as fuck.’
You put your hand back on the frame and let go with the other one, shaking it out before going back to two handed pull ups.
Karkat’s watching you intently, his eyes feel like a physical thing on your body.
‘You wanna feel?’ you ask him casually. You stop moving and just hang, waiting for him to answer.
‘What?’ he says.
‘Go on, put your hand on my abs, feel them move. Or arm, whatever, I don’t mind.’
He pulls his eyes from your hips to look you in the eye.
‘Is this not weird?’
‘Not for a human,’ you say, making an attempt at a shrug. God bless alien ignorance. And your ability to say pretty much anything casually.
He puts his hand cautiously just over your belly button. It’s really fucking hot, and not just because his palm feels like it’s several degrees warmer than you and that’s even accounting for the way your body is all warmed up from exercise. You move slowly so he has time to move with you, much as you’re kind of tempted to make him accidentally grab your dick. You don’t think you have the guts to do that. This is actually a lot more intimate than you thought it would be.
‘This is really weird,’ he says, and it might be the quietest you’ve ever heard him say anything. You can still clearly hear him, but then he’s pretty fucking close. You don’t reply because you have a feeling your voice wouldn’t come out entirely steady. It’s probably just the fact that you’ve done nearly 30 pull ups without really pausing and you’re good, you can do a lot, especially since you died, especially since you got into this exercise obsession, but … yeah, you’re a little puffed.
Karkat is getting bolder, he’s tracing your six-pack lightly and you don’t know what to do. You told him, practically ordered him to touch you and now it’s a bit more than you thought and it’s sending you all kinds of warm tingles. You’ve never been touched … deliberately before. Like, more than just casual affection or fighting or clinical bandaging, this is … exploratory. It’s closer to how you touch yourself at night than it is to anything else you’ve experienced and yeah, that’s a dangerous thought when you’re so exposed.
You stop moving and force yourself to think un-sexy thoughts. Puppets, flopping around creepily. Your go-to boner killer. You never think about the irony there.
‘Uh, I’m gonna stop. Getting kinda hungry,’ you say.
Karkat pulls his hand back and crosses his arms as he steps back. You drop lightly and shake your arms out.
‘Good game,’ you say, and you slap him on the butt as you walk back to the fridge.
‘DID YOU JUST SMACK ME ON THE ASS?’ Karkat screeches. Ah, but it’s good to be the less flustered one again. ‘JUST BECAUSE YOU ARE APPARENTLY FINE WITH ME PUTTING MY HAND NUBS ON YOUR STRANGE ALIEN TORSO DOES NOT MEAN THAT I AM OKAY WITH YOU INVADING MY PERSONAL SPACE!’
You tune him out as he yells at you, calmly making yourself some breakfast instead. That really couldn’t have gone better. Not only did you get him up close and personal with your hot bod, now you’ve pissed him off. If that doesn’t inspire some sexual irritation feelings, you don’t know what will. You still kinda wish you’d managed to get a look at his goods, but you’ll make good on that some other day.
You make vaguely assenting noises when he pauses for breath because you know he hates it and wonder just when the outrageous volume of Karkat’s shitfits stopped offending you so much. You suppose you can get used to just about anything.
Maybe you wouldn’t be so obsessed with this if you had literally anything else to do, you think, as you reread Wiggler’s First Quadrant Manual for what has to be the fuckbillionth time. Rose has her own obsession, she’s writing a sequel to the wizard slash book she finally finished and this one is about vampires. Yeah, you think your sister might have a thing for the vampire on board. She’s drinking sludgy coffee at an alarming rate and her words per minute just got above 100 which is just about double yours. You’ve sampled the sound of her nails on the keyboard for music when that struck your fancy.
But yeah, mostly it’s the reading.
You’d bother Terezi, but she’s cackling and making plans with Vriska. It always feels like she’s doing you a favour when you chill together. You’re still friends, obviously, you still message her at least daily ‘cause you’re a clingy son of a bitch, but … you did expect a bit more.
You walk in on Karkat and Gamzee a week after your shirtless pull-up victory, just curled up on the couch together, pretty fucking innocent, Gamzee somehow the little spoon even though he’s taller than Karkat, not even taking into account his crazy hair and horns, like, you want to wrap foam around them or something so they don’t take someone’s eye out.
You almost walk straight back out, but you do not want to change your plans on their behalf. Not how you roll.
You sit on the other end of the couch. They both glare at you, their freaky troll eyes catching the light like you’ve seen cows do in headlights.
‘’Sup?’ you say.
‘Nothin’ much, motherfucker,’ Gamzee says.
‘I love that trolls say motherfucker,’ you say, idly. ‘You know, given the fact that you don’t have mothers and you don’t fuck.’ You pause, deliberately. ‘Hey, do you think a more direct translation would be lususpailer or mothergrubpailer, I’ve been wondering.’
Gamzee stands up.
‘I do not need to be hearing any of this motherfucker's filth, I got enough in my pan without a HUMAN adding to it.’
‘Gamzee, no, he’s just baiting, he does this, don’t pay him any attention, shoosh,’ Karkat says.
‘His skull would crack open to me like a fucking coconut and I would gladly use his blood to paint a righteous mural of fear and worship.’
You raise your eyebrows as much as you can.
‘Holy shit, Makara, I wasn’t trying to get your goat,’ you say.
For some reason this makes him snarl and lunge at you. You barely get your sword up in time to block his club.
‘You want to be careful, human scum. Your death would be as permanent as it would be righteous if I deigned to strife with you,’ he hisses.
His teeth are scary sharp and close and he has claws and you’re pretty sure you would come back to life but you’re fucking scared of this guy in a way that you haven’t really been scared of anyone. You never thought Bro would go so far as to kill you. You never thought anyone else could. Your heart is beating fast in your chest as if it wants to get as much value as it can out of your life just in case you do kick the bucket (LOL) in about three seconds. You thought the last seconds of your life would be filled with some more meaningful thoughts than a poorly constructed troll sex/death pun.
Gamzee lets go of his club and stalks from the room.
The club is stuck on your sword, he swung it hard enough that you nearly accidentally sliced it in two just from blocking it.
‘Um …’ you say.
‘Holy shit, Dave, I’m sorry, look … I’ll message you later, okay, I gotta …’
Karkat leaves the room, too.
You sag back into the couch, feeling the adrenaline comedown pretty hard. You’re breathing heavy even though nothing actually happened and your heart won’t calm down. You force your body to chill, going through breathing exercises.
When that isn’t good enough, you force yourself upright and start moving through an advanced kata. You slice through the air quickly, giving yourself a reason to pant, letting your adrenaline diffuse in a less sudden way.
It takes half an hour to complete the pattern that Bro developed for your training. When you finish, you walk calmly from the room, arms and legs shaking slightly with fatigue and adrenaline and make your way to the bathroom near your room. Taking the wisdom of Douglas Adams seriously, you always have a towel in your sylladex. You shower slowly, stretching under the hot water, and then force yourself to shut the water off after nearly an hour under the punishingly hot spray.
When you exit the bathroom, towel around your hips and hair irredeemably crazy, you nearly collide with Karkat.
‘Oh, Dave, I was …’ he says, and then he looks at you. ‘You’re naked,’ he says.
You decide to trust the way you tucked the towel firmly against your body and cross your arms against your chest.
‘What was all that about?’ you ask.
‘You know you were being offensive,’ Karkat says, and his eyes are still on your body, which is hella flattering but also, kinda uncomfortable?
‘Yeah, for the first bit, he seemed like he was getting over it and then he wanted to smash my brains in.’
‘His lusus was a sea-goat,’ Karkat says, finally looking at your face.
‘A what now?’ you ask.
‘A sea-goat, I know you had those, I saw pictures,’ Karkat says. ‘And, like, on the scale of quality lusii, his was probably only a shade above Vriska’s spidermom who would have eaten her if she didn’t provide literally hundreds of trolls in her place every perigee. I mean, at least Vriska’s still taught her stuff. Gamzee’s lusus just wasn’t there.’
You fidget uncomfortably. You don’t need to empathise with Gamzee.
‘Yeah, so the whole, “get your goat” thing, it just hit a bit close to home.’
You stare at the floor while you process this. If Gamzee had made a pun about a puppet rapper you probably would have gotten just as pissed. Even if you probably don’t have the physicality to back it up. Even with your sweet new muscles.
‘I should apologise to him,’ you say.
‘What?’ Karkat says.
‘What, what? I get daddy issues, I got my own. We cool?’
Karkat stares at you.
You stare back.
For the first time, you wish you weren’t wearing your shades so you could meet his gaze head on, prove your sincerity.
You see his eyes flick towards your mouth and you instinctively know what that means, you have time to stop him but you don’t.
He’s almost the same size as you, just an inch or so taller and he crushes your mouth to you so sweetly. You were hoping for violence, for passion, to be swept away in the emotions and the physicality, but this is just so much …
You kiss him back, feel the fabric of his sweater against your bare skin. Where his hands touch yours it feels electric, you always thought that was an exaggeration, but it’s just on the edge of tickling, it’s tingling, shooting from where he touches you right to your core. You step closer, almost stepping on his feet, feel him close, so close and his mouth opens enough for you to slide your tongue in. You haven’t done this before but it’s instinctive, it makes sense, you copy his movements and push your body closer, even though there’s no room. Your hand is in his hair, your other hand at his hip, holding him steady, you feel like you were made to do this.
He’s the one who pulls back. You retain enough self awareness to be worried for your towel and pull back as well, gripping at it to stop it from slipping down.
You step backwards.
‘Um …’ you say.
‘Sorry,’ Karkat says. ‘That was … I didn’t mean to put that on you …’
‘Takes two to tango.’
‘I wasn’t … I don’t know …’ he says.
You wait for him to make sense, hoping your shades disguise the way you’re looking at him.
He leaves, he walks away.
Your heart aches a little, and that feels stupid. What does your heart have to do with this? You frown at the floor, scrunch your face up really tight, revel in the way there’s no one looking at you.
You take three deep breaths.
You walk to your room.
Wiggler’s First Quadrant Manual is sitting on your bed. You shove it in your sylladex and flop down dramatically. You’re immediately glad no one can see you.
You knew there were webcams all over the apartment, filming you as you fiddled with things and in your curiosity sprung traps on unsuspecting puppets, and you spent a lot of time just assuming you were being watched. And then you “met” Terezi online and it turned out she had been watching you too, not through anything like the puppet-centric cameras, but through some supernatural video game mechanic focused on you.
You didn’t fucking like it.
Even now, Trollian has a viewport feature. You used your basic technical knowledge to disable it for each of the trolls, made sure Rose couldn’t get to it. You can’t do much online, but you can do at least that. Compared to the rest of your friends you probably look like Trinity from the Matrix, but they didn’t have Bro to compare themselves to.
Your phone beeps with the Pesterchum notification.
You sigh and roll onto your back so you can answer.
carcinoGeneticist [CG] has begun trolling turntechGodhead [TG]
CG: OKAY, SO FIRST OF ALL, I’M SORRY
CG: SECOND OF ALL, I’M A PIECE OF SHIT, I DON’T KNOW WHY I DID THAT.
CG: I KNOW YOU’RE HUMAN STRAIGHT, I’M TRYING TO RESPECT THAT.
CG: I KNOW EVEN IF YOU WERE INTERESTED, THAT WAS THE WRONG FUCKING QUADRANT, THAT WAS RIDICULOUSLY FLUSHED AND
CG: OKAY, LOOK, IT WAS JUST STUPID AND I FEEL LIKE IF I TALK TOO MUCH IT’S GOING TO SEEM LIKE I’M MAKING EXCUSES AND ALL I WANT TO SAY IS THAT I’M SORRY.
TG: karkat its fine
TG: i kissed you back
TG: like it was super awkward and maybe we should never speak of it again like especially in places where rose might hear but its fine
CG: THIS IS REALLY FUCKING WITH MY IDEA OF WHAT HUMAN STRAIGHT MEANS.
TG: well maybe this is really fucking with my idea of whether i even am human straight so i think that of the two of us you have the lesser burden
CG: I’M SO FUCKING CONFUSED.
TG: theres a joke there and its really good but im not even gonna say it
TG: look ok maybe there isnt defined terms for sexuality on your planet so maybe you never have to like consider that maybe you dont fit in the fucking boxes but this is a thing for humans and you could try being
TG: i dunno culturally sensitive or some shit
TG: and then on top of that ive been looking shit up and i know that when you say flushed it isnt just like what i think of as human romance because that isnt a thing you have and really it means you pity me
TG: and im just so fucking uncomfortable with the very notion of pity
TG: and it just fucks me up even worse than the gay thing like maybe i could get my head around the gay thing or maybe im just saying that because the pity thing seems worse but fuck
TG: just fuck
CG: I DON’T REALLY KNOW WHAT TO SAY.
CG: BECAUSE I DON’T WANT TO SAY I UNDERSTAND WHAT YOU’RE GOING THROUGH WHEN YOU’RE CLEARLY GOING THROUGH YOUR OWN THING
CG: BUT THE WHOLE “I DON’T WANT TO BE PITIED THING” IS PRETTY COMMON FOR TROLLS
CG: IT’S PROBABLY EASIER BECAUSE ALL OUR MEDIA IS GEARED TOWARDS RELATIONSHIPS BUILT ON IT
CG: BUT IT’S STILL NOT A THING ANYONE WANTS
CG: PITY IS PRETTY CLOSE TO CONTEMPT AND THAT GETS YOU CULLED.
CG: AND I GUESS I NEVER WANTED ANY OF THAT BECAUSE I’M A FUCKING MUTANT SO ANYTHING CONCUPISCENT WAS GOING TO GET ME AND MY PARTNER CULLED, NO MATTER WHAT KIND OF SERENDIPITY HAPPENED.
CG: AND THEN I ALSO DON’T SEEM TO BE ABLE TO KEEP MY QUADRANTS NEAT ANYWAY.
CG: I DON’T KNOW IF THAT’S A MUTANT THING OR A FUCK YOU KARKAT THING BUT
CG: I GUESS WHAT I’M SAYING IS THAT I UNDERSTAND WHAT IT’S LIKE TO WRESTLE WITH ROMANCE SHIT AND IF YOU WANT TO TALK, NO FUCKING STRINGS ATTACHED, I’M OKAY WITH THAT.
CG: IS THAT SERIOUSLY ALL YOU’RE GOING TO SAY?
TG: like none of the talking has changed the fact that i still really want to kiss you so yeah
carcinoGeneticist [CG] has ceased trolling turntechGodhead [TG]
You went too far. You mistook all that stuff for understanding, like the book told you was flushed, like you thought he was, but that was just regular empathy like for friend enemy whatevers. He already said he didn’t know why he kissed you, he was pretty fucking quick to apologise for it, why would you push it?
A knock at the door interrupts your Dave-bashing session.
Okay, there’s no way you can misinterpret this, you said you wanted to kiss him, now he’s at your room, standing in front of you.
Why didn’t you put some fucking pants on?
‘I … sometimes the emotional stuff gets lost on Trollian …’ he says.
‘You want to talk?’
You stand aside to let him in.
You grab a pair of jeans and pull them on under your towel. You button them carefully before you pull the towel away.
‘I pity you,’ he says suddenly.
You flinch and fight the urge to draw your sword. You knew this. You hoped this. It doesn’t mean the same thing.
‘I think it’s the knight thing?’ he says. ‘I just can’t help but compare myself to you. You tried really fucking hard to protect your friends. I just … get that.’
You find a shirt and put it on. You look at him blandly.
‘And then you said you were going to apologise to Gamzee and I know you don’t like him and you were making an effort and you were fucking naked and I didn’t think.’
‘I don’t like the idea of being pitiful,’ you say, crossing your arms.
‘I respect you too,’ Karkat says. ‘God, that’s wrong to say. It’s … I mean, you’re human, so it probably doesn’t matter, but … I know you don’t get it, I know it’s weird and alien to you …’
‘I’m not an idiot, I know that you guys divide those things. I thought you did the flip-flopping thing.’
Karkat looks at you skeptically and you keep your face blank. You don’t want to tip your hand, make it clear you know your shit. You will not use the proper names. Just … well, Karkat had given you enough lectures for you to be able to pretend to have some knowledge even without him knowing about the book.
‘That’s … okay, now is not the time for me to school you on quadrants. But no, this is not vacillation, that’s where you just swap from one to the other, you’re not supposed to feel it all at once.’
You frown at him. This wasn’t in your manual. Maybe there’s a next book in the series with advanced shit in it.
‘Is … I don’t get it, you and Rez were doing that, weren’t you, feeling it all?’
‘NO!’ Karkat says. You raise your eyebrow and he coughs sheepishly. ‘I was doing that, because I’m the worst kind of immature shitstain who can’t keep his fucking suits in order but she was vacillating perfectly normally. If I had just fucking chosen one, maybe we could have vacillated and it would have been awesome, but I had to go and pity her when she was antagonising me and respect her when she was being pitiful.’
‘Are you serious? You don’t let yourself feel more than one thing at a time? What a recipe for disaster,’ you say.
His face crumples and he stares at the floor. Oh, shit.
‘Woah, Karkat, don’t … don’t listen to me, I’m an idiot, I don’t know shit,’ you say, stepping closer, not quite sure what to do with your hands. You put them on his shoulders, that seems normal-ish.
‘I’m just saying it doesn’t seem like there’s anything wrong with you, that’s all, like, maybe that’s my bullshit alien perspective or something but I think it’s kinda relevant in this situation seeing as the person who should be able to say if they have a problem with it is probably gonna be the person who you feel the feelings for and if you’re feeling that kinda stuff for me I don’t have a problem with it so I don’t think the alien thing even matters at this point.’
Karkat stares at you incredulously.
You take your hands off his shoulders. You cough awkwardly. That sure was a bunch of nonsense you just said.
‘So, uh, I guess what I’m saying is that, like, worrying about our respective alien sexualities is sure a way to pass the time, but maybe kissing an alien is a bigger violation of those sexualities anyway and, you know, it’d probably be more fun to just not worry about it and kiss some more instead?’
You don’t miss the way that Karkat’s looking at you. You think you’ve turned this around. He likes you again and he’s not freaking out about whatever the fuck that was.
Oh shit, none of that was cool and aloof, you’ve fucked up your master plan. Can you save this?
Okay, yes, you can. Just gotta pretend like you’re in control, lock those feelings up and win the kissing game.
You're about to lean in and kiss him again, you're gonna dominate him, it'll be like it was before, any second now. Where's your fucking spine, Dave!
‘I need my fucking moirail,’ Karkat says.
You keep your face perfectly still. Wow. Way to live in the moment, Vantas.
‘I—sorry, Dave, I need to think about this. I’ll …’
‘Whatever, Vantas,’ you say, cooly. ‘Take all the time you need.’
His face is so easy to read. You watch him go from worry, to annoyance, to confusion, back to his usual sullen face.
‘I’ll message you later,’ he promises.
You smirk at him, so grateful he can’t see your eyes. They don’t move at all, this doesn’t feel like a fucking smile, it feels like a sneer.
‘Not like you can avoid me,’ you say. You open the door for him.
‘No,’ he says. ‘I guess not.’
You give him a little salute and close the door before he turns to walk away.
You can’t believe you forgot about that. You forgot there’s a fucking reason he hasn’t ditched the clown, he’s only allowed to talk about his issues with one particular person that he has no interest in boning. You didn’t want that quadrant, don’t want it, fuck.
You need your own fucking moirail. Once you cool off, you’re going to see Rose.
turntechGodhead [TG] has begun pestering tentacleTherapist [TT]
TG: yo yo rose can i interrupt the master at her work?
TT: I am active, after all.
TG: that means nothing youre always on your laptop
TG: tapping away writing prose as purple as
TG: i dunno there aint a lot of natural purple shit to draw the comparison
TT: Dave. Get to the point.
TG: does there have to be a point
TT: No, but there is.
TG: goddamn mystical sisterseers
TT: God damn us, indeed. But, even a non-mystical normal-sister could tell you that you have been seeking me out in person lately, given that you can now do that.
TT: A technological approach usually means Feelings.
TG: right well cowardly option is out
TG: good to know
TG: i told karkat about my feelings
TT: See, Feelings.
TT: Out of curiosity, what feelings?
TG: i dunno all the feelings
TG: the human gay feelings and the troll whatever feelings
TT: How did he respond?
TG: ran away to his fucking murderclown
TG: like i aint a soppy guy i dont know if any kind of pity is for me especially if theres no pants party element to it
TG: but like holy shit were talking feelings here and youre just gonna go run to that psycho
TG: who by the way hates me and has no time for my shit you think hes gonna give you unbiased advice
TG: more like honk honk you should kill everyone in their sleep honk
TT: I didn’t realise Gamzee hated you.
TG: yeah well i was the one who sent him the youtube video that made him go rogue
TG: bard, whatever
TG: and then he said some shit when me and kanaya found him the other day like “id take him and torture him if it wasnt for the fact that karkat has dibs”
TG: which by the way i retain the right to be pissed off about because even if karkat and i were black which we are not its like just because im not taken by someone that does not mean im gonna go for just anyone that kidnaps me
TG: i aint down with the clown rose my sexuality might be a fluid and wondrous thing but i tell you what i am the opposite to whatever its called when people like clowns
TG: i so hate that you know that
TT: I looked up a lot of puppet love related words for your benefit, but the clown thing never came up.
TT: Anyway, that isn’t promising but moirails are supposed to be impartial to their partner’s problems.
TT: For example, if troll A and troll B were moirails, and troll A became flushed for troll B’s kismesis, troll B would still have to provide emotional support despite their rivalry.
TG: thank you i have read wigglers first quadrant manual
TG: but yeah its more than that
TG: i mean you can see why i would be nervous considering the guy nearly chopped my head off literally an hour before karkat was like feelings time with dave nope better consult my bff
TG: but its not any of that
TG: i was like opening up and shit and i wanted him to trust me and he left me hanging
TG: and gamzees a fucking shit moirail anyway
TT: There are often imbalances in moirallegiance.
TT: It would be rare indeed for both partners to need equal placating.
TG: no but like what does gamzee know about any of karkats shit
TG: cos like hes a purple blood and he has like literally no anxiety that isnt clown related as far as i can tell so what does he know about karkats crazy need to protect everyone and all that mutant stuff he still stresses about even though no one cares
TG: god damn troll romance
TG: karkat said he wanted me cross-quadrant ways and i was so up for that shit
TG: and then he runs off like he didnt mean any of it
TT: You’ve certainly made a lot of progress since last time we talked.
TG: yeah well maybe i decided that liking an alien was more weird than liking a boy and its that or my sister which is also more weird than liking a boy so might as well get down with the not-described-in-enough-detail-like-seriously-would-it-kill-you-to-have-a-diagram alien genitalia
TG: unless its attached to a clown alien
TT: I’m really proud of you, Dave.
TG: gah dont say shit like that
TT: Why, is it gay?
TG: frankly yes
TG: btw you over your big gay freakout yet or is that still ongoing?
TT: I have no idea what you are referring to.
TG: i can psychobabble you right back lalonde you ready to make some progress
TT: No, thank you. I have quite enough on my plate without examining my own sexuality without cause.
TT: And besides, I hardly think that the only options are xenophilia or incest. Plenty of people don’t have romances until they are 16 or older.
TT: I’ll deal with this when the meteor lands.
TT: If we survive, of course.
TG: sounds legit
TG: ok ill leave it be for now but mostly because you havent solved all my problems yet and i am the star
TT: Are you the big man?
TG: you know it
TG: i say in a friendly and brotherly way
TG: seriously rose can you like tell me how to get rid of my weird pale jealousy thing?
TT: Perhaps humans are not capable of adapting to the quadrant system. Perhaps you want to human-date him.
TG: i dont want to date him i want to bone him
TG: or whatever
TT: You want to talk about his feelings, that’s a bit more than boning.
TG: nah i just want him to be able to finish a fucking conversation with me and also to not run off to gamzee of all people just like fuck that guy
TT: Maybe you should (and I know this is some radical advice, but bear with me) talk to Karkat about this?
TG: goddamn why is your solution always to talk to him
TT: Well, the alternative is to continue your strange passive aggressive courtship, which, while amusing, is hardly sensible.
TG: cool yeah im gonna do that
TT: No, Dave, I said it wasn’t sensible.
TG: yeah but like if he already is crushing on me i just gotta bring the a game a bit more and then im sure the truly disgusting makeouts we have will distract me from whatever stupid jealousy bullshit
TT: I am going to save this conversation so that I can back it up when I inevitably say, “I told you so”.
TT: And it will be so satisfying, because I will have told you so.
TG: ha youre a riot lalonde
TG: k im gonna go tell the mayor about our rad plan
turntechGodhead [TG] has ceased pestering tentacleTherapist [TT]
It’s only three days until you see Karkat again, but because you have nothing to do during your days it feels like forever. Especially because you distinctly remember him promising to message you later. You don’t think that it would be unreasonable if you were pissed but you do think that would be pretty uncool, so you decide to just hang around in the common room a lot so that you’re accessible and mix obnoxious music.
Anything can be made into EDM if you try hard enough. Kanaya doesn’t understand why Rose hates your Thomas the Tank Engine remix so much more than the rest of your music. She likes the Pokemon theme song fine.
Terezi is cross because you have been neglecting your drawings in favour of this new obsession, but seeing as she ran into the room and screamed this at you before running back out, you aren’t gonna prioritise shit that interests her. God, you thought you’d be spending a lot more time with her. She didn’t leave you alone for your session.
‘Spendin’ all my time, all my money trainin’ Pikachu— gonna grind, gonna battle, trade him to my brother who— undoubtedly will cheat me out of shit, gotta start anew— fucking starter pokemon makin’ me do a revalue—’
‘Dave, your volume is creeping into the audible range,’ Rose says.
‘Precisely the opposite of my point.’
You raise your voice to performance level.
‘I said I gotta catch ‘em all and I wa’n’t fuckin’ ‘round— king of pokemon, yeah you know I got it crowned— got my magicarp here, yeah I know you thought he drowned— but the fucker aint shit, we own the playground—’
‘My brother, it pains me when you challenge me in verse— boy you know I got the magics, you want a fucking curse?— Your obsession with this game is bordering on perverse— and the distance between our skills is only getting worse—’
You stand up and shove your chair back, your laptop still dutifully spitting out the same repetitive line of jazzed up Pokemon music.
‘Stop, please, stop! Before one of you gets hurt!’ Kanaya says, standing in between you.
‘What?’ you ask.
Rose sits back into a more relaxed position. She was ready to stand up, too.
‘This isn’t Alternia,’ she says. ‘Slam poetry is a peaceful pursuit.’
‘Rappers rebel against authority,’ you protest.
‘Yes, well, we weren’t about to fight to the death.’
‘Well thank goodness, I don’t think I’m actually a very good auspice,’ Kanaya says.
Karkat of course chooses this moment to zap into the room.
‘Woah,’ you say.
‘Hey now,’ Rose says.
‘Rose is not my kiss fish, okay, nothing spadesy here.’
‘We are not comfortable with any kind of quadrant implications, thank you.’
‘What happened?’ Karkat demands.
You and Rose make eye contact briefly before making the mutual decision to not say anything and pretend that nothing happened. You pick your chair up and pause your music.
‘Right, I guess fuck me, then,’ Karkat says grumpily. He stomps to the coffee machine.
‘Anyone else want one?’
Ha, still so polite even when he’s pissed off with you. You and Rose raise your hands wordlessly. He carries the three mugs over carefully and hands one to Rose before sitting next to you.
‘Sup, man?’ you say.
‘I wanted to talk to you.’
‘Uh-oh, those are dreaded words. Want to take these coffees on a scenic walk?’
‘What? No, calm your rumblespheres. I just wanted to say sorry for being an idiot the other day.’
You make a strange noise that doesn’t seem to successfully convey how uncomfortable you are. Karkat just looks at you crossly.
‘Dave doesn’t like talking about feelings,’ Rose says helpfully. ‘He especially doesn’t like me being witness to it.’
You snap your fingers in her direction.
‘Yes, good Dave translation,’ you say.
‘Whatever. Anyway, things got real and we acted out of character and I was hoping we could just wipe the whole day from the record.’
Wow, ouch. You cock your head to the side and smirk.
‘Dude, for sure,’ you say. ‘Anyway, this has been fun and all, but I got a training appointment with the Scourge Sisters.’
Karkat looks confused.
‘What, you had me get you coffee for no reason? I worked hard on that.’
‘Gotta be caffeinated before I go up against those ladies,’ you say. You pick the coffee mug up and down it. It burns all the way down your throat but you do it anyway. God, it really is disgusting. You don’t know why you keep drinking this.
You slam it down dramatically and turn. Hey, future Dave is here, cool. He’s wearing your scratched record shirt, presumably so there’s a point of difference or so you know when to travel back when it’s your turn. You give him a fist bump.
‘You gonna help me with this strife?’
Future Daves don’t talk much, so they don’t force you to remember shit you don’t need to. You wave to the others as you walk towards him. He puts his arm over your shoulders as you walk out, which is a bit weird, but okay. As soon as you leave the room he takes his arm away, awkwardly.
‘What was that about?’ you ask.
‘Karkat,’ he says.
‘Dude, really? At some point in the future I’m gonna be so desperate for his attention I’ll decide implying a kind of friendly relationship with myself is worth it?’
‘Yup,’ he says.
‘Spoilers,’ he says with a shrug.
‘Fine. Whatever, let’s do this.’
You find Terezi and Vriska on the roof of the meteor, keeping watch for dream bubbles and talking.
‘Ooh! Two cool kids!’ Terezi says when she sees (smells?) you coming. She leaps to her feet. ‘Bet I can tell which one is which!’
You look at your time clone in exasperation. Hey, it would be really funny to have one around all the time to be able to do this with. Oh, except no, then you’d have to go back in time and live double as long on this stupid rock.
‘What are you doing here?’ Vriska says.
‘Who else am I gonna strife with if not the two of you?’ you say innocently.
‘Well, me,’ your double says.
‘Our sword would snap TZ’s cane in half and we hate Vriska.’
‘Oh, okay,’ you say. ‘Wow, hadn’t thought of using time travel for training purposes before.’
‘Don’t think about that,’ your double advises.
Duh, first rule of time travel, don’t try and figure out where ideas and shit come from.
You stare at yourself. You don’t know if you have it in you to try and hurt someone you’ll eventually have to be. Or, like … any human?
He equips his sword and you automatically copy, but you’re still not sure.
‘Come on, you did this with Bro all the time.’
‘Didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter,’ you say, which is dumb, because he knows this. ‘And I’m better now.’
‘Me too,’ he points out.
God, you’re stupid sometimes. Of course you can take yourself. You are exactly the right level of skilled to be able to block anything that you do. The sentence might make your brain hurt, but the logic is soothing. Don’t worry about it. That’s your jam.
You loosen your arms and smirk at him so he knows you’re in.
He swings for you, you dodge. You slash at his legs and he blocks, pushes you back a bit. You are just wondering if time travel is on the table when you feel it shudder around you and he’s obviously used his timetables to get the drop on you. You guess seeing as Lord English is a time player too you should practice this shit.
You block his attack a bit clumsily and are forced to go defensive for the next couple of swings. You flashstep to one side and then pull your timetables out, slide time to a halt so you can go to the other side. You release your hold on time and swing your sword. Your double just barely gets his sword up in time and you bet that most of that is due to him knowing exactly what you were going to do. After all, he’s already done it from this end. You’re gonna have to work twice as hard to get the drop on him.
You parry each others swords in a frustratingly predictable clash, neither getting the advantage, and then he drops to the ground as you swing, sending you off balance. He trips you as you try to regain your footing and you go down. But he’s on the ground, too, you launch at him before he can do anything, leaving your sword because it’s useless in close quarters like this.
‘I’m gonna flip you,’ he says when you end up face to face, holding each other’s arms to keep from getting closer or further away. ‘When I do, look left.’
He doesn’t wait for you to respond, just rolling onto his back and then keeping going until you’re the one pinned. You look left.
Oh, Karkat’s here.
You look up at your double.
‘What the fuck?’ you ask.
‘You’ll see. Now fight me pretty, we got respect to earn.’
Fuck no. You slam your head into his face, hear his nose break. Thankfully not his shades. The nose will heal. His grip on you weakens and you throw him off. You go to pin him down with his arm behind his back, but he recovers and jumps back to his feet, flashing back to the swords.
‘You dick,’ he says.
‘Yeah, well, causality’s a bitch,’ you say.
He picks up both swords and holds one in each hand.
You mentally go through your sylladex, trying to remember what you’ve named your blades without actually looking away from the fight. That would be stupid.
He doesn’t give you time, because that would be stupid.
He swings both swords in twin arcs, and you have to admit he’s got style. Damn, you’re gonna have to practice that after this.
Timetables. Duh. You slide time slow but not still and run towards him, drop to a slide and come out the other side of his legs. As you let time go back to normal, you see him slice through your after image, one sword cutting it from neck to armpit and the other a foot lower slicing through your belly. He knows it’s not you and isn’t thrown by the lack of resistance against his blades, tucks into a roll and comes to stand.
‘Dude, we’re not gonna get a hit in, can we call this quits?’
He captchalogues one of the swords and wipes blood from his face with his sleeve.
‘Yeah, okay, set this for me?’
You wrinkle your nose. He knows you hate doing that. Mind you, he probably had to do it for his clone last time. And you did break his nose.
You step close to him and take your sword back before touching his nose gently, feeling where it broke. It’s not so bad.
‘Hope we have godtier healing speed, man,’ you say, before easing it back into place.
‘Yeah, me too.’
What a stupid thing for you to say to yourself. Eh, you guess he’s injured.
‘Kiss it better?’ he says.
‘I’ll break it for you again, I swear to god,’ you say.
He laughs, properly laughs and you step back in case he does try and kiss you. What kind of fucked up future do you have to look forward to?
‘Yo, TZ, future you told me to tell present you that you’re awesome,’ he says.
‘Good!’ she says.
He laughs again and before you have time to check him for shock or whatever, he pulls his timetables out and disappears.
‘Are you okay?’ Karkat says.
‘Yeah, except I have to go through all that bullshit again. And apparently get my nose broken next time. God, couldn’t he have dodged me?’
‘I thought you got along with alternate Daves,’ he says.
‘Strider, come here!’ Vriska says. ‘Take me through all the time travelling you just did! I need to make notes!’
You grab Karkat’s hand and run for it. He doesn’t resist after the initial surprise and doesn’t shake your hand off so you keep holding his as you take a random route through the meteor to throw Vriska off. Of course, if she really wanted to she could find you in a heartbeat. That isn’t the point.
You hesitate down a corridor and Karkat takes the lead, pulling you into a room you don’t recognise. Oh. His room.
‘So, this is your room,’ you say.
Karkat shrugs and sits at his desk. There is literally nowhere else for you to sit but the floor, this is a weirdly clean room. Just a desk and some shelves and a purple troll goo-bed.
You decide that sprawling on the floor is fine. Actually, you’re gonna lie down. You’re not used to having a completely even opponent to fight against. Bluh, tired.
‘I thought you were going to fight Vriska and Terezi,’ Karkat says.
‘Yeah, well future me pointed out that it’d be smarter to fight each other.’
‘You know, you’re not as tough as you’re always making out with yourself to be.’
‘Making yourself out to be.’
You lift yourself up onto your elbow and flick your shades down so you can look at him over the top of them. Perfect judgemental librarian look, you’re sure.
‘Are your eyes red?’ he says.
‘Yup,’ you say, like it’s no big deal. For all he knows, that’s a perfectly normal human eye colour. You roll back onto your back.
‘Huh. Mine too.’
You look over at him and snort your disbelief. You’re pretty sure you would have noticed.
And of course he takes that as reason to start poking around in his eyes.
‘Dude, don’t do that, you got hella nails, argh, gross,’ you say.
He pulls away a contact lens and you sit up so you can see. Wow, okay, it’s like you’re on MS Paint and you’ve slid the darkness right down on red, but it definitely isn’t the black it was before.
‘I didn’t realise you needed contacts,’ you say.
‘Gamzee made them for me,’ he says. ‘They started to get their colour a perigee ago.’
‘A couple months ago, fine! Jegus, we outnumber you, why can’t humans adopt some troll shit for once?’
‘Wait, so they’re just cosmetic? You don’t need them to see?’
‘Dude, no one gives a shit about your blood colour, don’t put yourself through that.’
'It’s one thing to know, it's another to see it,’ he says awkwardly.
'Do you want to wear the contact lenses?’
'It’s just easier …’
'Vantas. Answer me clearly when I ask you this question. Would you want to wear those if you had 100% empirical evidence that no one gave a shit. Do you enjoy poking yourself in the eyes with your murder hands. Do you like the itchy feeling that happens if you leave them in too much.’
He glares at you.
'Fine, whatever, I don't need your permission.’
You take off your shades and captchalogue them.
'What are you doing?’ he says.
'Solidarity, bro. I even have red blood on me thanks to future Dave.’
'Don’t make a big deal out of this.’
'Look, if you're gonna be a girl I'm gonna go chill in Can Town.’
'Be a girl?’
God damn aliens not having sexism and making you notice when you say shit that isn't even a big deal.
'Change the subject. You watch anything good recently?’
'Dave, you're … deferring to me.’
'Don’t know what you're talking about,’ you lie. Yeah, you're doing the pity thing. Don’t point it out though, god.
He frowns at you.
‘Look, I know I'm a fucking hypocrite but I really do think it's better if humans and trolls just stick to friendship, okay? And, to be honest, I'd be tempted to auspice anything darker than pale between anyone, we're young and if someone has a falling out we're fucking trapped like the last preserved vegetable product in the glass storage device and no matter how much you waggle an eating fork around in it, we're not going anywhere for another two human years.’
He looks at you suspiciously.
‘You’re not going to try and make a move?’
‘Dude, you ran out my room and never messaged me, I can take a fucking hint.’ You sit up cross legged, facing him. ‘Besides, I’m a Strider. Built in a lab with the sicknasty ability to love and leave. King of not getting attached. Prince of one night stands. Emperor of moving on with zero hard feelings.’
‘We were all built in labs, shitstain.’
‘Guess you’re gonna move on fine too then, we can go back to being workplace proximity associates no problem.’
‘Workplace?—what are you talking about?’
‘Nothin’. Hey, I got nothing against hanging with you, but I’ve had it up to here with talking about feelings, so can we do literally anything else?’
Karkat stares at his hands and then back up at you.
‘Wanna watch a movie?’
‘Sure, somewhere that has more than one seat?’
‘Common room has a couch.’
You watch him stand up and hold your hand out for him to help you up. He looks at it.
‘Dude, I just had a half hour sword fight with myself with no warmup or cooldown and then decided to lie on the floor. My bones are very cross with me.’
He hesitates a bit longer and then pulls you up. You plant your feet close to his so that he pulls you in close to his body. You step back easily as though it was unintentional, like you didn’t think anything of it. Like you’re bros. Like you’re giving up.
You’re not giving up.
You lead the way to the common room.
Your face feels so weird without your shades. It’s like your nose has been permanently squished by the little plastic doodads. The lights are brighter than you’re used to, even though they’re dim enough not to hurt and you’re noticing more details than you thought the hallways had.
Rose and Kanaya are still in the common room where you left them. Rose lifts her eyebrows when she sees you but doesn’t comment. Kanaya moves so fast you’d almost call it a flashstep if it wasn’t something vampirey and is in front of you.
You blink at her slowly as if bored, but she’s not interested in your eyes. She’s staring at your shirt. Oh, the blood. Creepy.
‘Uh, if I offer to give you my shirt is that weird?’ you say.
‘Less weird than me accepting it, I think,’ she says.
‘It’s all dry …’
You decide not to think about it. You take off your shirt and cape, hand her the shirt and put your cape back on.
‘I’ll … launder it for you,’ she says. She still hasn’t looked at you, totally focused on the blood.
‘Yeah, please do. I’ll have another one with even more blood on it at some point in the future, I’ll make sure to come straight to you. Hell, you can lick the blood off my face if you really want.’
Kanaya’s eyes snap to your face.
‘Not this face. Future Dave’s face.’
She looks disappointed. Before you can promise her any more of your blood she is heading for the transportaliser and zapping away.
‘I thought you got along with yourself,’ Rose says.
‘Yeah, just a strife,’ you say. You pull your cape around your arms for warmth. You thought that was a pretty smart way to show off your abs, but you’re cold now.
‘Do you not have any other shirts?’ Rose asks.
That’s a better excuse than the showing off thing. You shake your head.
‘Not on me. Back in my room.’
She pulls a shirt from her sylladex.
‘Rose, I love you, but you’re tiny. I’ll either break it or it’ll be a crop top on me, there is no other option.’
‘Here,’ Karkat says, shoving a bundle of black fabric at you. It’s one of his jumpers. You captchalogue your cape and put the jumper on. It’s so loose and soft and warm. And too big for you, but that’s absolutely fine, it just makes it feel cosier. You hug yourself before you realise how much of a dork you must look like.
‘Right,’ you say gruffly. ‘Are we watching this movie or what?’
Rose gives you a smirk as she captchalogues her knitting and leaves the room.
Karkat starts the disgusting process of hooking up a grub that somehow contains a movie up to the thing that you suppose resembles a VCR if the VCR also had legs and a tendency to vomit slime for no reason. You don’t know how troll technology works and you don’t want to. Does he have to feed it? No, you really don’t want to know. God, you had a pretty intense fascination with dead stuff but it’s fucking different when you don’t know if it’s alive. You bury all further questions deep down and then put your face in your new jumper so you can’t see it. You can still hear it, though.
Squelch . Click click click. Slop.
It’s quiet and then you feel Karkat sit on the couch next to you. You pull your head out of the jumper as casually as you can.
‘What are we watching?’
‘You don’t want to know the title, you’ll miss the first five minutes,’ Karkat says. ‘It’s just a movie I happened to have in my sylladex.’
You put your arm on the back of the couch, clearly behind him but not quite touching.
He leans forward and looks back at you.
‘What?’ you say.
God, none of your usual expressions feel right without shades. It’s like you’re using your eyebrows way too much or something.
As you suspected, Karkat sits back rather than engage in conflict that he can avoid. He’s stiff and he won’t lean back into your arm, but it’s a long movie. You don’t know if you want to make him uncomfortable or not.
Sometimes you just want to push him. Like, make him do stupid shit, just because you said so. You want to be someone he wants to impress. You want to be the person he talks to his dumb moirail about the most. You want him to be tearing his hair out over you and still coming back and hanging out with you.
Yeah. You don’t want to admit it even a little bit, but you’re pretty sure you’re pitch for him and it both pisses you off and makes you feel better that there’s a name for it, that other people feel it too.
God, you just want to smother him.
You’re not even quite sure what you mean by that. You watch the movie studiously, because your face is naked and you can’t cheat anymore and also because you want to have honest reactions so he isn’t suspicious when you edge your arm closer. Like boiling a motherfucking frog.
When you laugh at a truly terrible horse pun made by a timid green blooded troll, he frowns at you. You hadn’t even moved your arm.
‘What?’ you say.
‘I don’t think I heard you laugh before today. It didn’t feel like it counted when future Dave laughed.’
‘Yeah, well, maybe you’re not funny enough.’
He seems to accept that. Which, actually, you didn’t want, you were just being flippant.
‘Dude, you’re funny. I guess because I find most of my humour when I’m sitting alone on my computer it felt kinda dumb to laugh out loud. And my Bro isn’t big on the whole … like you and Egbert, you wear your emotions right on your faces and it’s pretty obvious what you’re gonna do sometimes. Not exactly an attribute that’s good in a fight.’
‘I’m kinda trying to ease up on some of the Bro shit. Can’t live up to it anyway, don’t think I want to. I kinda like having friends. Trusting. I’ll still play my part and all that but I gotta think of what happens after we win, too.’
'You have a nice laugh,’ he says. 'It wouldn't kill me to hear it more.’
You smile at him and look back to the movie.
The next time you laugh he looks at you again but looks away before you can see what his face is doing.
You and Terezi have watched a couple of troll movies, but they were different from this, hers were weird fantasy things with a lot more beasts and a lot less … trolls actually talking to each other. This has mostly trolls talking to one another and fighting over each other. You think it might be a romance drama? It has a hell of a lot of murder going on, but that seems to be fairly standard for them.
‘So, tell me which one your celeb crush is,’ you say, when nothing seems to be happening on screen and you haven’t been a pain in the ass for a while.
‘What? No, that’s—no one.’
‘Fine, I’ll pretend to buy that. If you had to pick one of these guys to quadrant up with, though …’
He glares at you. You smirk back.
‘I’m into Atique, she’s banging,’ you say, to open up the dialogue.
‘What, her? But her horns … no, not getting into this with you.’
‘Dude, this is what bros do during movies. Tell me who you’re hot for.’
‘Is it because it’s the smart talking guy with hair like me? Ooh, what kind of horns do you think I would have as a troll? Jade helped me make a fursona once, I can’t believe it’s been nearly a year and I haven’t made a trollsona. D’you think they’d be curly? I like the big curly ones, they’re interesting, bet I could knock kids off their bikes with them. Like, poor Timmy cycling down the street, here’s Johnny with the fuck-off horns gonna joust you in a totally playful way. Tricycling, that would have been better, two Shining references in one. Would you watch The Shining with me?’
‘WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS TALKING, IT’S LIKE YOU’RE VERBALLY INCONTINENT AND YOU NEVER MAKE ANY SENSE, I SWEAR TO GOG YOU MAKE HALF THE WORDS UP.’
You grin at him.
‘AND YOU ASK ME ALL THESE QUESTIONS THAT DON’T FUCKING MAKE SENSE BUT THEN YOU KEEP TALKING WITHOUT LETTING ME ANSWER THEM OR INSULT YOU FOR THEM! I WISH IT WAS JUST THAT YOU’RE WINDING ME UP BECAUSE I COULD DEAL WITH YOU BEING OBNOXIOUS TO PISS ME OFF BUT NO, YOU DO THIS TO EVERYONE AND IT’S SO FUCKING ANNOYING I WANT TO PEEL THE SKIN OFF YOUR FACE AND EAT IT SO YOU CAN’T SPEAK ANYMORE.’
‘Woah, Katadactyl, buy a girl dinner first,’ you say.
‘AND NONE OF YOUR FUCKING NICKNAMES MAKE SENSE!’
‘They totally do, you just lack the cultural background to appreciate them, Mercedes Cats. Okay, that one was a bit lame, sorry, I’ll try harder. God, I can’t think of a better car-cat pun, maybe if I went with a specific make? But I don’t really give a shit about cars. Fuck it, Beep Beep Meow, it is.’
Karkat shoves his face onto your face with an astounding absence of grace. You kiss back, but you don’t let yourself get swept away with it, even though you like him desperate for you, even though the growly vibrations feel amazing against your lips.
He pulls back and scoots to the opposite side of the couch covering his mouth with his hands.
You smirk at him smugly, not moving from your relaxed position at all.
‘Aw, you made it an hour before you broke your make-out rule that time,’ you say.
He glares at you, but doesn’t seem to trust himself to speak yet.
‘Tell you what, Mars Bar, I won’t tell if you don’t. Not your fault, after all, no one is immune to the Strider swag.’
He’s way too freaked out to be entertaining at the moment, so you give him your best contemptuous look, haul yourself off the couch and strut out of the room.
After your movie night turned seduction, Karkat avoids you like the motherfucking plague. If you were blistered and wearing one of those weird beak mask things you couldn’t be avoided more, he’s already reached peak avoidance, do not pass go, do not collect $200. You don’t know if you freaked him out past the point of a normal kismessitude (which, if so, weak, do you even want him like that if he’s not gonna be a challenge?), or if he’s just sticking real hard to those guns he was talking about before he made out with you all over them, but either way, you barely see him. And when you do, he’s almost always with Gamzee.
God you hate that clown.
But after about a month (a month!) of barely seeing Karkat, you accidentally spend an hour with him and Terezi. Not like you didn’t realise he was there, just like, you weren’t planning on it. And after that, he doesn’t leave the common room right after you enter it. And after that, you send him a chapter of Rose’s vampire fic with your notes all over it and he sends you it back with his notes all over your notes and you guess you’re basically back to square zero.
Except, somewhere along the way, you convinced him that humans are touchy feely, that they don’t give a shit about being touched casually. And he’s worked that into his idea of what friendship with you involves.
God, if it only went one way, you wouldn’t even mind. Like, if you could just get away with touching him “absently” but completely intentionally as you went about your business, that would be the fucking dream. Mess with his head, remind him of your past intimacy, get to touch him, that’s like three wins. But no, you once had his hand on your bare happy trail as you worked out, he thinks you’re cool with being touched, too.
Which you are, obviously.
You’re cool about everything.
It just so happens that you haven’t really been touched a lot in your life. Not that you can remember. Obviously there was strifes with Bro, but you aren’t counting that, and you don’t really count him patching you up from them either. He only did that when it was somewhere you couldn’t reach or if it was a proper injury, anyway. You never did get the hang of stitches, no matter how motherfucking oranges you sewed up.
God you hate oranges.
But because you basically don’t allow yourself to react like a dweeb when he touches your shoulder as he walks past, or your hand to get your attention, or like, raps on your head when he thinks you’re being stupid, he thinks it’s all fine.
Which it is, obviously.
Sometimes when your heart rate picks up, time slows down. You don’t mean that romantically, you mean you accidentally have your literal god of time powers keyed in to your heart rate, and when Karkat touches you, it spikes. And time slows. And you’re stuck, in that moment, keeping nice and still and blank-faced, so no one knows what you're doing. And time just … stays.
And then he takes his hand away and time goes back to normal, and it never was abnormal for anyone except you and you have to try and pick up a conversation that you stopped having five fucking minutes ago because a stupid god-damned pretty troll boy put his hand on your leg so you’d pay attention where he was pointing.
And all you can do in those stolen minutes is look at him because you can’t move your head and freak everyone out and he is way too fucking pretty. He has tiny dark grey freckles on his face, and you’ve made constellation stories out of them. The red in his eyes is becoming more noticable every week and you would fucking know, you spend so much time staring at his eyes, and apparently you convinced him to stop wearing contacts when you stopped wearing your shades. And yeah, you still haven’t taken to wearing them again. Maybe that’s why you can now count the tiny scars on Karkat’s fingers where he’s slipped with his sickles. You know what those kinds of injuries look like.
Today, Vriska has forced you all into one room. You sit in between Karkat and Rose and ignore that Gamzee is on Karkat’s other side. Terezi is next to Vriska and Kanaya is next to Rose. You feel like you have been called into the principal’s office or something. Schools have two scary alien girl principals, right?
‘So! Makara! Have you been doing literally a single thing that is productive? No? Who’s surprised? Well, I suppose your whole thing is unexpected brutality, so just don’t pap him when we point him at the big guy, huh, Vantas?’
Karkat’s arm vibrates against yours and you think he must be growling, just at a level you can’t hear. His teeth are slightly bared. Gamzee doesn’t look phased. You’re tempted to throw your arm around Karkat in solidarity seeing as his fucking moirail doesn’t give a shit. Still, you don’t have a deathwish.
‘Moving on! Vantas, are you still useless in a fight? I don’t care if you won’t fight me, you big baby, but Terezi would spar with you, right?’
Terezi nods happily.
Gamzee’s growl you do hear. Karkat grabs his hand.
‘Yeah, I’ll handle it,’ Karkat says.
‘Fine! I don’t give a shit about your pathetic interpersonal drama! Just sort yourself out! Strider, you’re the only one who is taking their responsibilities seriously! You should all be like him!’
You don’t allow yourself an inch of movement, not the tiniest twitch of your lips or eyes to betray that you don’t get given a whole lot of direct praise, that Vriska’s words have affected you more than they should have. Your next breath is exactly as long as your previous one. You don’t give a shit what Vriska thinks. You don’t need approval from anyone, especially not her. (Sometimes, rarely, Bro gave you his approval.)
Only a second has passed while you had your internal shit-fit, so you let yourself react like you should.
‘Hear that? I’m fuckin’ rad, y’all should be taking notes and shit. Jegus, Rezi, hand out some fucking pens or something, they’re behind enough as it is.’
‘Teach us your ways, coolkid!’ she screeches.
In some alternate timeline, you are positive you are getting all up in her business. You need to give that Dave a fucking fistbump. And ask him if her teeth cut him when they make out.
‘Enough of this!’ Vriska says. ‘I said the nice thing, we’re moving on, god, the things I do for you.’
Karkat makes a tiny scoffing noise next to you and you grin at him. Yeah, Vriska is a total tool-bag.
‘Lalonde, any updates on the research?’
‘Vriska, you’ve read my notes,’ Rose says, cooly.
‘Yes, but no one else is bothering!’
‘I’m learning a lot about the lore of the game. I will tell you all when I have something useful.’
Vriska sighs exaggeratedly.
‘Maryam? You barely did anything spacey in the game, have you figured that shit out yet?’
‘I created a new universe in the game,’ Kanaya says. ‘I hardly think that is barely anything. And, no, I haven’t progressed further with game powers, I hardly see how I can without my planet, but I assure you my chainsaw is always ready.’
‘Lalonde, have you figured out anyway to bypass the planet part of the quests?’
‘I have not, but I will make that my focus from now on. It is more pressing than having complete mastery over alchemy, I admit.’
‘Right! Well, I do have updates!’
You sink in your chair a bit more and tune her out. Blah blah blah, John’s ghosty bullshit, blah blah blah, alternate Vriska, blah blah blah fraymotifs. You’re just a knight, when the time comes they’ll just point you in the direction of some enemy and you’ll wreck their shit. No need for you to know what happened in other timelines, if anything that’ll just distract you. Don’t overthink, that’s your number one rule.
‘Strider! Are you paying attention?’ Vriska says.
‘Nah,’ you say.
All the trolls flatten their ears against their heads in a way that is very cool and very irritating.
‘Dude, what’s your beef with me?’ you say, leaning forward so you can look at Gamzee around Karkat.
‘He’s just trying to look out for me,’ Karkat says. ‘It’s fine, you spongedead moron, you can’t do that whenever Strider speaks.’
‘Watch me,’ Gamzee growls.
‘Look, we gotta live on this fucking rock for a while longer, man, air out your fucking grievances,’ you say. ‘Seems to me like if this lot can forgive you for murdering people, you can forgive me for sending you a video that I didn’t even know was offensive, or whatever other shit you think I’ve done.’
Gamzee doesn’t reply, but he doesn’t stop growling, either.
‘Makara, if you can’t control yourself I will have to get Legislacerator Pyrope to detain you,’ Vriska says.
Terezi perks up and pulls a pair of handcuffs out of her sylladex.
Karkat stands up and pulls Gamzee’s chair out of the room with an awful high pitch scraping noise. Because it’s Karkat, you can hear everything he’s saying even though he’s out of sight.
‘He didn’t even say anything,’ Karkat says.
Gamzee replies at a non-audible volume.
‘There are eight of us on this meteor, and that’s with me counting the mayor! You can’t tell me to exclude one of them, and, apart from that, he’s actually my friend.’
‘That doesn’t seem healthy,’ Rose murmurs while Gamzee replies.
‘Shhh!’ Vriska says.
‘No, because what kind of moirail do you take me for?’
‘THE KIND THAT REJECTS MY ADVICE OVER HIS WHEN IT SUITS YOU.’
‘They hurt and he was right , no one cares.’
You look at the girls and point at your eyes. Rose nods.
‘He’s human, they’re all pale sluts, he doesn’t want me that way and even if he did, I’ve never done anything inappropriate. Fuck, I take Vriska’s advice more than his, you’re not jealous of Vriska, are you?’
Gamzee’s voice returns to a normal volume, and you can’t make out the words, but the tone is needy and repentant.
‘Come on, you piece of shit,’ Karkat says, and then you hear them walk away.
‘I am concerned for Karkat,’ Rose says, when you can no longer hear their footsteps. God bless your sister for not making you say anything. You want to play it cool.
‘I admit I also worry,’ Kanaya says. ‘If this were Alternia, Gamzee probably would have gotten himself killed or worked through his aggression in a way that would not have harmed his friends or clade. As it is, there are no outlets and he seems entirely uninterested in reciprocating his duties, which given Karkat’s …’
‘Incredible lack of chill?’ you prompt.
‘Yes, that. He really does need a moirail. I’m afraid Gamzee may be just a duty.’
You wait for someone else to say something, like you don’t have a horse in this race.
‘What do you think, Dave?’ Terezi says.
You pause time, make a face at Terezi, then let time go back to normal when you feel a bit more composed. You shrug, casually.
‘I mean, I don’t trust Gamzee any farther than I can throw him and Karkat’s a good guy, like, I know I rile him up or whatever, but so does literally everything, we were watching a movie the other day and the dude got second hand road rage on behalf of the character and didn’t shut up about it for half an hour, but my point isn’t that you can piss him off easy, it’s like, who cares about the minor stuff, that shit passes as quickly as it comes, but … okay, so like the contact lenses thing, he obviously still has issues with his blood, which, like, yeah, fair enough, right? But shouldn’t Gamzee be helping him through that? Not making him hide it like he had to back on your crazy fucking planet? And, like, he felt fucking excluded there so maybe he should be encouraged to be friends with everyone here? I know it’s me he’s got issues with so I’m not exactly unbiased, but shit , like, why tell him he’s gotta avoid someone when he’s been avoiding people all his life and it’s not fucking necessary anymore? And, again, super biased, but I kinda think I’m good for Karkat? Like, I’m not trying to creep in on his diamond or anything, I do not do the touchy-feely-emotion bullshit, just laying that out there on the table where everyone can see it, like I do not want to talk about anyone’s feelings, but just hanging out and being normal has to be good for a dude who has had such a rough life up ‘til now and it’s kinda shitty of his monorail to stop him from having completely innocent bro hangouts because he apparently doesn’t trust Karkat, king of romance, to be faithful.’
Terezi grins at you.
‘I think that sums up my issues as well,’ Rose says. ‘Namely that I don’t believe any partner should have the right to dictate who their loved one spends time with, especially in a quadrant that is absolutely founded on trust.’
‘They are all founded on trust,’ Kanaya says.
‘So, is no one else going to point out that Strider mmprh—!’ Vriska says.
‘I’m afraid I need this huge bitch in another room for an undisclosed period of time!’ Terezi says, hand firmly over Vriska’s mouth. ‘Dave, I require more comics! I am in danger of becoming less cool!’
You mind immediately draws a shitty comic of Terezi drowning like the Terminator with a thumbs up in some shitty jpeg recreation of nothingness with you throwing her a lasso made of sweet comics to save her from the danger of becoming a lame corporate sellout. On the other end of the pool of shittiness are other friends dressed in suits saying shit that doesn’t make sense about stocks or whatever.
You give her a thumbs up to let her know you’re onto it. She drags Vriska away.
‘So, we gonna hold an intervention or what?’ you say. ‘You’re pale for Vantas, maybe you should do it, Kan.’
Kanaya blushes dark green and presses her fingertips to her cheeks as if that will cool them down again.
‘That—I would never—Karkat is—’ she says.
‘Ooh,’ Rose says. ‘Incoherent Kanaya. I have theorised that this is possible, but it is quite something else to see in the flesh.’
Kanaya, if possible, blushes deeper.
‘Come on, what’s the plan, sis?’ you say.
‘Seduce him yourself?’
‘Kanaya, please give Dave and I the room,’ Rose says.
Kanaya touches your shoulder as she passes, and maybe you made a good choice normalising casual touches because that’s frankly lovely. Good god, you’re gay. A girl just touched you in the most platonic way and you thought “lovely”. You have never been so glad that Rose can’t read your thoughts.
She closes her eyes for a moment and you think you see that light symbol from her clothes over her eye.
‘We can talk freely,’ she says, opening her eyes again.
‘Uhh …’ you say.
‘I’ve been allowing Vriska to take control of the tactical side of things because clearly we do need her, or else John wouldn’t have prevented her death. I accept that logic and acknowledge her contribution. But the very second the battle is over, we need a different kind of leader.’
This is not where you thought this was going.
‘I’ve considered myself, of course. I like to think that I would be capable of sorting out interpersonal drama and organising the most important tasks. But people don’t like it when I am right and they … well, I prefer a backseat role, anyway. You are obviously not a leader.’
‘Gee, thanks,’ you say.
‘Tell me to do something. Literally anything.’
‘Uh … Get me a coffee?’
Rose stands up.
‘Nah, Rose, I can do it, I’ll get it,’ you say.
She sits back down and you go and get two coffees from the weird machine. When you get back, she’s smirking at you.
‘Yes, well, even though you can be in multiple places at once, that sounds like a nightmare and delegation isn’t your “jam”,’ she says. ‘Kanaya has no interest in leading, Terezi would just mess with people, Gamzee is the worst, Karkat has got to be the leader.’
‘What about John?’ you say.
‘John is … yes, he lead us in the game and I’m sure one day he could be a great leader but at the moment, and I am aware I haven’t seen him in a while but that does not diminish my confidence in this, at the moment I believe he would trust people to just do their own thing. We need a loud, meddlesome troll who cares a lot and won’t give up.’
‘Okay, what’s your point?’
‘My point is, you’re right, Gamzee is the worst and Karkat needs someone he can vent to. I’m afraid that if this isn’t sorted soon, by the time we land in the new session he’s going to be a shell of himself. He’s already lost a lot of confidence.’
‘I don’t believe that would work. I think Karkat needs to come to the conclusion himself.’
Rose taps the table with her nails and sips her coffee.
‘You know I used to go on forums and practice counselling on people. Even when they had made the post saying “my partner is a problem”, often they would wholeheartedly reject someone saying “so leave them”, even though that is the obvious conclusion.’
You smirk at her, yeah, you remember. The two of you sometimes encountered each other when you were trolling people with bad advice and rick rolls and she was trying to help … or play. God you miss the Internet.
‘So, I can talk to him, of course. I have practice at this sort of thing. But I think it would be more … beneficial … if I was to direct him to you. Maybe you could say much the same as you told us before.’
‘Did I … holy shit, Rose, I spoke way too much there.’
‘On the contrary, I think you summarised the problems nicely.’
You grimace at her.
‘You haven’t moved on, have you?’
You shake your head.
‘Well, show him what a proper moirail looks like.’
‘I thought you were my moirail,’ you mutter.
When Rose doesn’t reply you look up at her. She looks a bit stunned.
‘Is that weird?’ you say.
She doesn’t reply.
‘Like, I know it’s obviously still kinda romantic and that’s weird but when I read this shit I’m just like, “yeah, that’s Rose”, so …’
‘No, of course, we do act that way. I hadn’t considered. Well, you’ll have to make sure that he is okay with us, because I’m not dropping you.’
You poke her and she steals your finger, wraps her own around it. It’s almost like holding hands. Even though you’ve been obnoxiously touchy-feely with everyone else (hah, more like regular human touchy-feely, you’ve seen movies, you know not everyone is as touch deprived as you), you haven’t really had the guts to do it with Rose. You held her hand as you got blown to smithereens, you gave her a noogie once, she read your palms a couple months ago … you can fucking express affection for your sister and apparently official moirail, jesus christ.
You pull her by her finger and hug her awkwardly. She’s just as awkward back. Sometimes you forget that her childhood was just as isolated as yours. You dig your chin into her shoulder and she squirms away.
‘You ruined it,’ she says.
‘Is that not how you end hugs?’
‘I bet John and Jade are nauseatingly close,’ she sighs.
You rap at her until she leaves the room, just to double ruin it.
You are a literal god of time and of managing timelines, but you still manage to get completely ass-fucked by how one thing leads to another sometimes. You know you managed to massage Terezi’s arm cramp out for her a couple months ago, but you are really not happy at how that has lead to this current moment. For one, you don’t even like Vriska. For another … girl-leg-what? Apparently you aren’t totally gay.
You knead into Vriska’s thigh and you can feel the muscle twitching underneath your fingers. It’s a painful one, you know what this feels like. She’s biting her lip so hard there’s blue blood on her crazy teeth but she’s not making any noise.
‘You wanna talk or something, Rezi, I think we could both use a distraction.’
‘I suppose I could say some things!’ she says.
You slowly stretch out Vriska’s leg and she whimpers.
Terezi sits on her hands and makes a little rumbly noise.
‘Tryna concentrate here, I can’t be the rambly guy all the time,’ you say.
Terezi’s rumble only picks up a little. You look at Vriska, wanting to roll your eyes at Terezi being speechless, but her eyes are closed and there’s a blue tear on her cheek. Troll tears kinda squick you out. Even more than regular tears.
‘Sorry, Vris,’ you say. ‘I know it hurts. Uh, Rez, can you go to the kitchen, get a glass of water and mix in a spoon or two of salt?’
She growls at you.
‘God damn, I’m trying to help! Message one of the other morons on this meteor if you can’t bear to leave her.’
She scowls at you and pulls out her laptop. She types into it for a bit. You hear your phone go off in your sylladex but don’t bother with it. Maybe she’s made a memo.
You brace Vriska’s heel in your hand and rotate it slowly before switching back to dragging your fingers over the still-spasming muscle.
‘You gotta stretch before you exercise and you gotta take breaks,’ you tell her.
‘Yeah, thanks for that!’ Vriska says. She sounds like she’s trying to be sarcastic, but her voice is all wobbly. ‘Can’t Terezi do this?’
‘Vris, I promise you with my whole heart that if I could pass the buck off onto your gee-eff I totally would, but I know what I’m doing. ‘Sides, if she tried this I’m pretty sure she’d cut you open.’ You press your blunt fingertips into her leg to demonstrate.
She whines and Terezi makes a crazy alien noise back.
‘Uh, perhaps I should not be here,’ Kanaya says from the entrance. She’s holding a glass of water.
‘Is that the salt-water?’ you ask.
‘Sweet, Rez, you help Vriska drink that, not too much at a time, ‘kay? Kan, you wanna see something gross?’
Kanaya hesitates before kneeling down next to you. You point to how Vriska’s muscles are still wiggling visibly. Look at you, being cool and not getting all up in your head over the fact that gross spasms aside this is still a very nice, very smooth leg that you are touching. And, uh … quite high up, too.
‘What is happening?’ Kanaya says. Yes, distraction, that’s what you need.
‘It’s just a cramp. The Scourge Sisters have been sparring without stretching and warming up.’
‘I do not like it.’
‘I swear it didn’t hurt this much when my whole arm was blown off!’ Vriska spits.
You shrug. It’s possible, if shock set in with the arm dealy. Muscle cramps are awful, but they don’t inspire an adrenaline high or anything that would help numb the pain. It’s slowing down, though. You switch back to stretching her out again.
‘What were you up to, Kan?’ you say. Terezi is making a very interesting purry, raspy, pigeoney kind of noise that you aren’t sure it’s something you want to be hearing. The downside to all your troll research is that now you can be vaguely scandalised by pale noises that once you would have just found interesting.
‘I was telling Rose about my plans to make you some new clothes, actually.’
‘You’ve grown rather a lot. I know your god-tier clothes have grown with you, but the rest can’t have. And I was thinking that this would be a good opportunity to make you some things.’
‘Man, can’t say no to some sweet new threads. Vris, this seems to be stopping, how you feeling?’
She snarls at you.
‘Yeah, see, that’s not an answer,’ you point out.
‘Should have just killed me when it happened,’ she says.
‘Not gonna take the chance with you on “just”, babe, you’re that annoying I don’t think the universe would blame me for taking you out.’
She snarls at you again. You pat her on the thigh, like a professional.
‘Okay, take it easy on that and stretch next time. Also tonight. Not for a couple hours though. Like this.’ You pull your foot up to your ass and hold it. ‘For thirty seconds at a time.’ You swap to extending your leg on your heel and bending down to touch your toes.
‘Ooh, bend your body some more, cool kid!’ Terezi says.
‘Do trolls seriously not stretch? But you obviously can cramp!’
The girls stare at you with various I don’t give a fuck expressions.
‘That’s it, I’m training you all, now. I’m your PT. Call me Brad. Or don’t, actually, stick with Dave, that’s a plenty macho name. Make this compulsory shit, Vriska, if you fools don’t know the basics we’re gonna get our asses kicked.’
You grab Kanaya by the arm and pull her from the room. Even you can tell the girls want to be getting whatever the pale version of lucky is.
‘Where are you taking me?’ she says.
‘Away from Lesbos, sorry,’ you say, linking your arms together more comfortably than they were. She accepts this and places her hand on your arm as if to steady it. ‘Speaking of, how’re things going with you and Rose?’
So weird how her blushes are green. It’s like, we get it, your blood colour is important.
‘I like spending time with her,’ she says.
‘Right … Me too, but I don’t want in her panties.’
‘She doesn’t like me like that,’ Kanaya says quietly.
‘Her vampire story just passed the 90,000 word mark. Pretty sure she likes you like that.’
She just shakes her head slightly.
‘She is human straight. And also … human-human. I’m too alien for her …’
‘Man, for a girl that harassed me about my gay-denial, she sure is … I dunno, some metaphor about hypocrites or denial or some shit.’
‘I can’t follow your metaphors anyway, Dave,’ Kanaya assures you. ‘Anyway, Karkat says we must keep things pale if we can. And …’
‘You’re flushed as a beetroot for her.’
‘I do not know what that is. But, yes. It isn’t pale.’
‘Karkat’s a fucking hypocrite, too,’ you say.
You practically see Kanaya’s gossip nodes prick up. If that’s a thing that trolls have. Should be.
‘Do you believe that he is pitch for you,’ she asks quietly, but eagerly.
‘Dude has it bad ,’ you say with a cocky grin.
‘Do you favour him as well?’
‘I’d let him put his shoes under my bed,’ you say with a wink. It’s so much more effective winking at people since you stopped wearing your shades.
‘I do not understand,’ Kanaya says.
‘I’d let him hang his sickle on the coat rack.’
‘That doesn’t make any more sense.’
‘I wouldn’t beat him away with a rusty stick.’
‘Sticks can’t be rusty, they’re made of sticks.’
‘They’re made of wood, Kan, and so am I, something something Karkat.’
She actually laughs at that. You laugh too, if only because you’ve apparently made so many dick jokes that she gets that one but not the others. You walk into the common room, arms still linked, only to see Rose and Karkat sitting on the couch together. You look at Kanaya and the both of you burst into laughter again. You think part of it is that you both would probably die of embarrassment if they had heard your conversation, part of it was that you were already laughing and part of it is that they’re both wearing their own versions of suspicious faces.
‘What are you two laughing at?’ Rose says.
You look at Kanaya and that sets you off more. You lean into her as you laugh and she clutches your arm tighter. Every time you think you’ve composed yourself you see Kanaya still laughing and the ridiculousness of that just makes you laugh again. When you finally get control of yourself you have to massage your cheeks.
‘Would anyone like some tea?’ Kanaya says, as if nothing happened. She still wears a slight mischievous smile, though. It suits her.
All of you want tea. You gallantly lead her to the kitchen area before joining Rose and Karkat on the couches. You sit next to Karkat and press your leg to his as if it’s nothing.
‘I’m gonna start training everyone,’ you tell them.
‘I don’t do exercise,’ Rose says.
‘You planning on standing incredibly still while you do your magics on our enemies?’ you ask. ‘Because I seem to remember you stabbing a ginormous imp in the eyes and riding his carcass down a waterfall, or are you seriously not going to do anything stupid and theatrical when we take on Jack?’
‘I resent the implication that I have ever done anything for the theatrics,’ Rose says.
‘Are you fucking kidding me?’ Karkat says.
‘I think that was human facetiousness,’ you tell him, putting on your best Kanaya voice.
Rose grins at you. Kanaya hands out tea and apparently doesn’t notice that you were making fun of her. Ah well.
‘Anyway, apparently the girls were just running at each other with swords or whatever, as if that’s all there is to strifing.’
‘I had no idea your own training was so formal,’ Rose says. ‘I thought you just did like in the animes.’
‘Oh, don’t get me wrong, there was some definite anime shit going down. But a lot of it was the stuff I do now.’
‘The stuff you do to get that beefcake bod?’
‘You know it.’
‘Just don’t make me do push-ups.’ She smiles at you in a way that looks pretty confident. It’s misplaced. You are absolutely going to make her do push-ups.
Karkat opens his mouth to say something and then hesitates. You and Rose look at him and you’re pretty sure your face must mirror her ooh-Karkat-thinking-before-he-speaks-how- fascinating look. He glares at both of you.
‘What are push-ups?’ he asks, finally.
You obligingly slide onto the floor and start demonstrating. When you look up, you see that Rose has her “thinking” face on. The one that meant she had seen a motive in something. She knows something.
‘I hope you won’t be wearing that ridiculous cape for our training sessions,’ Rose says. ‘I can barely see what you’re doing.’
‘What are you getting at, Lalonde?’ you ask. You’re feeling suspicious as fuck. You sit on your knees on the floor. She smiles at you smugly.
‘Kanaya, you should make Dave activewear. How are we supposed to see what he is doing if he is all covered in clothes?’
‘That is an important consideration,’ Kanaya says solemnly.
‘Yeah, let’s not get caught up with the minutia of actual exercise, the real concern is my wardrobe, right ladies?’
Rose narrows her eyes at you. You kinda wish your time powers allowed you to take back things that had just happened. That would be useful. That is not a face you want her ever making your way.
‘You are very lucky that our interests so frequently are aligned,’ she says. She throws back her tea as if it’s a shot and sweeps dramatically from the room.
‘Should I?’ Kanaya says.
‘Nah, that was me, I was a dick. I got this.’ You stand up and ruffle Karkat’s hair on your way out of the room. You find Rose in her room. You know she’s in there because when you knock, she says, ‘I’m not in here,’ like a liar.
You knock some more. You very much support the idea of not barging in on teenagers bedrooms unannounced, but that doesn’t mean you can’t just keep knocking until she answers.
You’re getting a pretty good beat going when she finally throws open the door. You step back automatically at the look on her face. She looks like she’s about 30 seconds from going grimdark.
‘Sorry!’ you say.
‘And what exactly are you sorry for?’ she snaps.
‘Uh, sorry because you’re a strong and complicated lady and there’s nothing wrong with fashion being one of your interests and I did the thing where I implied that it was all there is to your character and I’m better than Hollywood and I respect the shit out of you and I’m sorry.’
She glares at you for a moment longer.
You try a winning smile.
She twists her mouth as if suppressing an answering smile and stands aside so you can come into her room. You flop onto her couch gratefully.
‘That was an incredible bastardisation of the lectures I have given you,’ Rose says, sitting at the other end of the couch and daintily swinging her legs over your lap.
‘You had your sneaky face on, it put me on guard,’ you say.
‘You think all my faces are sneaky.’
You roll your eyes at her and wait for her to tell you what she’s up to. It doesn’t take long. She likes to have an audience to her meddling.
‘Karkat hesitated,’ she says, like this explains everything. When you keep staring at her blankly, she elaborates. ‘He knew that a push-up was an exercise thing from context, he thought about asking you to do one or keeping quiet and he chose to ask.’
‘We already knew he’s all about the Strider bod,’ you say. ‘This isn’t news.’
‘No, but his impulse control is weakening. Do you think he would have acted the same if Gamzee was in the room? And when you take us through training, you will be dressed in flattering clothes—shut up, that’s important—and you’ll be acting all impressive with your knowledge and your competence. And his impulse control is weakening .’
‘Dude, that kid doesn’t know the meaning of impulse control.’
‘Except that he clearly wants something with you and he hasn’t allowed himself to admit that for whatever reason and yet …’
‘It’s like he’s got two goals, one is to not let anyone be in anyone’s business and the other is to get up in my business.’
‘Exactly!’ Rose says, clapping her hands. ‘See, a good moirail would want him to address this cognitive dissonance before it drove him insane …’
‘A nice girl wouldn’t look so happy at the prospect of her friends being driven insane,’ you say with a grin.
‘Do I have to surrender my Nice Girl card?’
‘But Dave, I only look happy because of my unfaltering sunny disposition.’
God you love it when she does her creepy smile.
Terezi and The Mayor help you set up a room to be a gym. You alchemise equipment, The Mayor tells Terezi where it needs to go, and she uses her freaky troll strength to move everything into place. Most of the stuff isn’t real gym stuff, but you never used the legit stuff, anyway. A sandbag is as good as a dumbbell, it doesn’t need to be fancy to be heavy.
Kanaya and Rose make new clothes for everyone, not just you, which makes you feel a little less self conscious about the tank top and shorts Rose presents to you with a wink. The arm holes on the tank top are ridiculously large, it’s like they think you have side boob to be displaying here.
You’re surprised when everyone does turn up. You thought Gamzee wouldn’t bother for sure, and Rose had been pretending to cough as if she thought that would get her out of it. You hooked up speakers through the room and have created a playlist of tacky 90s upbeat music and you’re pretty fucking psyched.
You guide them through stretches, everyone in a circle, and it’s ridiculous how very bad the trolls are at using their bodies. You persist, though, until you’re satisfied that they’re not going to pull a muscle in the first five minutes.
‘All right, we’re doing a circuit in pairs, pretty standard stuff. Station one is sit-ups, one person holds the other’s feet while they do sit-ups for 30 seconds, then swap. Station two is skipping for the full minute, three is boxing, again one person boxes while the other holds pads and then swap, four is step-ups, five is sprints. I know there’s only three groups, but it’ll still work, we want to use the whole body, right? Uh, Rose, help me demonstrate?’
Rose obligingly kneels and holds your feet.
‘Hands behind your head, don’t try and cheat and use them as momentum. If you can’t get all the way to your knees, that’s fine, just do a half one like this.’
None of the trolls has skipped before. You let Rose show off criss-cross skips and double skips to a rhyme, but then just show them what you expect them to do.
‘Two feet on the ground, this is a jump, not a hop, go as fast or slow as feels right, you just can’t stop.’
Rose has no idea how to hold the pads or throw a punch, so you have to go extra slow with that demonstration. Step-ups are tedious but simple and sprints make sense. You are utterly unsurprised when they pair up in their romantic couples (Rose and Kanaya pretending like that isn’t the pattern). You’ll make them change pairs for the next activity.
‘Alright, while you’re doing this I want one of each of your weapons, I need to get a feel for how I need to train you.’
You’re unsurprised by the ridiculous pile of things they give you until Vriska hands you a set of dice.
‘What the fuck is this, do you just throw them in your enemies’ eyes?’
‘Good idea! But no, just roll them.’
You give them a skeptical look. You roll them and a catapult appears.
‘Ooh! Nice one!’ Vriska says.
‘Is it a different thing every time?’ you ask.
‘If you’re luck’s bitch, like you are!’ she says.
‘What’s your favoured roll, then?’
‘Ancestral Awakening,’ she says with a grin. ‘It gives me a cutlass and all the badass abilities of Marquise Spinneret Mindfang.’
Could she possibly be any more smug? Probably not.
‘Fine, swordkind I can work with. Now get started, I’ll tell you after 30 seconds and you can switch.’
They set up on the stations. Predictably you have to help Vriska and Terezi with their punching for the first minute and don’t even look at the weapons.
‘You’re not trying to hurt her , you’re trying to use the muscles you would use if you were trying to hurt her, fuck .’
The next minute you spend trying to figure out how anyone could possibly move while wielding a chainsaw. You decide to focus on arm strength for Kanaya. She probably knows what she’s doing. You put your fingers in your mouth and whistle when it’s time to change stations, keeping an eye on Gamzee struggling to keep the skipping rope from hitting him on the horns.
‘Try going slower,’ you call to him. “Widen your arms.’
Rose’s wands do nothing in your hands and weigh very little so you guess you’ll just treat her like she’s fighting hand to hand.
You whistle again.
Gamzee’s clubs are a lot heavier than you thought they were going to be, but you can see how they would be good weapons. He dual-wields, so you’ll have to make sure he keeps balanced. Same with Karkat, though the sickles are a completely different beast. You need to see how a pro uses them. You think it would be very difficult to use a sword against someone with blades like this.
By the time everyone has done the circuit twice, they’re all short of breath and looking at you expectantly.
‘Okay, boxing was the biggest challenge there, so now I’m gonna have the pads and you’re all gonna have a go on me, line up.’
Terezi and Vriska do okay because you already helped them, but everyone else is hopeless. You drill them until they learn to keep their hands up and extend their arms properly. When Gamzee’s punch sends a shock down to the bones of your shoulder you have a brief moment of regret for teaching him how to do this shit right when he’s plenty deadly enough, but you push it aside. Karkat says he’s on your team. You have to trust that.
You pair them up again to spar with their chosen weapons. You put Kanaya against Vriska, Gamzee against Terezi and Karkat against Rose. None of them are happy.
You see how Vriska’s cutlass handles differently to your sword, it’s really a one handed blade and the curve is strange to you. Kanaya doesn’t move much, as you suspected. As they say, a good chainsaw is the best defense. Vriska tries to move a lot to compensate, but she’s not as light on her feet as she thinks she is.
Terezi’s blade is tiny, but she is very capable of dodging the heavy blows Gamzee sends her way and slipping through his guard. He, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to feel any of the tiny cuts she gives her, but one knock from a club and you think he’ll break a bone.
Rose and Karkat are circling each other without trying to get a hit. You resist the urge to facepalm and just watch them. They glance your way and you practically see when they realise they’re gonna have to actually do something. Karkat is surprisingly graceful with his sickles, he’s clearly used to them, but he’s way too slow to get Rose. She literally dances with her wands, turning on her toe like a ballerina, spinning her head independently of her body so she can see straight when she strikes at his back. He manages to move with the blow so that it doesn’t impact him much, and then they’re back to circling each other.
‘Okay, this is way too much for me to be keeping an eye on at once,’ you tell them. ‘Rose, was that legit ballet just now?’
‘Can you guide most of them through a lesson while I take them one on one?’
She grins evilly. You take that as a yes.
‘Alright, ‘Rezi, you first. Come at me, bro.’
You chose Terezi because you thought she would be able to pick up the basics of dance if she missed them. And because you’re probably most comfortable sparring with her. You glance at the door to see if a future you will decide to come help you out, but apparently that’s not on the cards.
Terezi’s good with her sword and stronger than she looks. But she doesn’t have any formal training, you can tell that straight away. She depends on her agility to get past your guard, but you’re not that easy to get past. Not like Gamzee, who doesn’t bother to defend himself. You gradually clean up some of her strikes, get her to repeat the good ones and slow down time at one point so you can see how she moves properly.
‘Kan, you next,’ you say, when you’ve been at it for ten minutes.
You leave Karkat for last, except Rose who is still smugly rapping her wand against Gamzee’s arm to correct his posture. He comes at you warily.
‘I’m not as good a fighter as them,’ he says.
‘Kinda what this is about, dude. Gotta improve.’
He grits his teeth and charges you. You dodge him easily. He spins around and swings his sickles at you. You decide to try and parry with your blade. He makes a motion and hooks the sword from both sides and twists.
You both look pretty surprised when you’re no longer holding it.
You recover first, probably because he’s not sure if the training is still gonna keep going if you aren’t armed and you’re very used to having to continue fighting without a weapon. You duck and roll towards your sword, but he manages to flick it away behind him. You straighten up and hold your fists up, in a ready stance.
He looks at you with wide eyes.
‘I can’t … your skin can’t fend off my sickles,’ he says.
‘Try me,’ you growl.
‘No!’ he says. ‘Even if you could, what does that prove? This is fucking stupid.’ He kicks your sword to you.
‘Do you want to get killed? Did you seriously just arm your enemy?’ You kick your sword handle up and snatch it from the air. ‘Vantas, that was a big fuckin’ mistake.’
You are burning with rage, just incredulous at his stupidity. You slash your sword at him, and this time when he tries to catch it in your sickles you’re the one who flicks his left one out of his hand.
You don’t pause, you’re not even in a proper fighting stance, your anger has made you tall and confident, not light on your feet like you should be, just stalking towards him, aiming for his unarmed left side. He narrowly deflects the blow, but it’s a close thing.
‘Dave,’ he says, backing away.
‘Oh no, you’re not getting out of this. You armed me, deal with the fuckin’ consequences.’
You feint to his left again, and then cut him on his right side as he struggles to block with just one sickle. He drops the other one and grabs his arm with a cry.
You go for him again and he falls over dodging the attack.
Before you can go again, you feel powerful arms wrapping around your chest and holding you back. You throw your weight against them.
‘You made your point, motherfucker,’ Gamzee growls in your ear. ‘You best be putting that sword away before I up and crush your bellowsac enclosures like so many toothpicks.’
His grip tightens and you drop your sword to the ground. He steps back and takes you with him to avoid the edge as it falls.
‘What the fuck was that?’ Karkat says.
‘I’m cool,’ you say to Gamzee. ‘You can let me go.’
‘Serket,’ he growls.
‘ Fiiiiiiiine ,’ she says.
You pass out.
When you wake up, you’re in your room. Rose is sitting on your bed with you, knitting.
‘Did Vriska knock me out?’ you ask.
‘Yes. And then Gamzee carried you bridal style to your room. And then I threatened all of their lives and unknown alien anatomies so that they would leave us alone.’
‘Aw, so sweet,’ you say.
‘Well, as your sister … and your moirail, it was my duty.’
‘Gonna pap me right on the face?’ you ask.
She smirks, but doesn’t look up from her knitting. Is she using her wands as needles? Would that make the whatever she’s knitting magical?
‘I went a bit crazy, didn’t I?’ you say after a few minutes with only the quiet click of her knitting interrupting the silence
‘We don’t like to use the word “crazy,”’ she says.
You roll your eyes and sit up. She scooches closer to you.
‘ Are you gonna pap me?’ you ask.
‘Excuse me for wanting to keep close to you after our bloodthirsty meteor companions decided that you were threat enough to knock out!’ she says.
You pat her on the hand awkwardly.
‘I don’t know what came over me,’ you say. ‘It was … I was just so frustrated! He can’t pussy out like that when we get to the big fights! He has to be ready .’
‘You didn’t draw blood on anyone else,’ she says.
‘It didn’t make me sick that time …’
‘I don’t think you were entirely you, that time. Dave, what would have your Bro done if you had kicked his sword back to him?’
‘Well, I’d never have fucking disarmed him in the first place, he’s too good.’
Rose stares at you levelly.
‘Probably that. He would have cut me up good so I never made the mistake again.’
‘That doesn’t seem kind,’ she says.
‘He made it so I didn’t hesitate because I thought I might hurt him. Because every time I did, he made me regret it. And when I actually got in the game, I never hesitated, not once.’
You don’t want to look at her directly. It’s the most you’ve ever spoken about how your training really was to her. You don’t want to think about what it was like.
You don’t want to think about how she and Jade and John never had that, and they all managed just fine.
‘You’re not him, Dave. You don’t have to train us like that.’
You nod. You swallow against tears, but they feel like they’re coming anyway. Your eyes are prickling, so you close them. You clear your throat against the hot ache inside it.
Rose draws back your blankets that are still covering your knees and moves so she’s in front of you, facing away.
‘Not to sound salacious, but spread your legs, Strider,’ she says.
You do as she says and she moves so her back is against your chest. She grabs your hands and wraps them around her waist before pulling the blanket back up over your legs.
‘I suppose the drawback of this position is that I can’t see your lovely face,’ she says with a sigh.
You smile even as the first tears finally escape your eyes. You think you’re supposed to be able to cry in front of your moirail, but this is close enough.
‘Is it better to talk about this while it is fresh, or should I perhaps change the subject?’
You shrug, hoping she can feel what the gesture is.
‘Right. Well, tell me if it gets too much, just tap my hand if you don’t want to say so.’
‘Yup,’ you say. Your voice sounds like shit, but you know she won’t call you out on it. It still makes you wince.
‘The training was good, up until that part. You made a good teacher. I’ve never thrown a punch before.’
‘I could tell,’ you joke weakly.
‘You know, I don’t think any of us really feel that we can live up to our guardians’ examples. Not even John, and he had the most … Anyway. Why would we want to?’
You can see that her eyes are carefully on her knitting even though you can’t see her face.
‘’Cause they’re awesome,’ you murmur.
‘Come now, Dave. We’ve been orphans for a while now. Surely we’re past the point of worshiping them blindly.’
‘He cut a fucking meteor in half for me.’
‘Yes, you’ve mentioned.’
You’re quiet for a while. You manage to get your stupid crying under control before you speak again. It takes longer than you’d like.
‘He scared the shit out of me,’ you say.
Rose leans back into you. You bury your nose in her neck and cling to her tighter without thinking. She stiffens for a second before relaxing again.
‘Sorry,’ you say.
‘Don’t be silly,’ she scoffs. ‘I’m just still getting used to physical affection, myself. This is … nice.’
‘You’re so uptight,’ you say.
‘I’m working on it,’ she says grimly.
‘Sorry, that was mean,’ you say.
‘A bit.’ She sighs. ‘Dave, I think I’m gay.’
It takes everything you have not to say “no shit, Sherlock,” or “told ya so.”
‘Yeah?’ you say instead.
‘My mother would not approve.’
‘Bro wouldn’t either.’
‘What happens when we meet them in the new session? Seeing how Kanaya is with Porrim, how Terezi is with Latula … are we going to be the same?’
‘What, scared shitless? Probably. Whatever, we gotta fight with them, we don’t have to live with them afterwards. We can be each other’s beards if we gotta.’
Rose starts to shake with laughter.
‘Oh, fuck, no, we can’t, can we?’ you say, realising.
‘No!’ she says.
‘Whoops,’ you say.
‘You’re right, though. We don’t need their acceptance.’
She doesn’t sound certain. You have a feeling that this isn’t the last time it’s gonna come up.
Don't know when this story became about the Dave&Rose moirallegiance, but there you go. <>
Rose doesn’t leave your side for a while. She casually just happens to be hungry as well, so you might as well eat together. She might not have ever been to Can Town before, but that was an egregious oversight she now wants to correct. She mentions that she’s been having nightmares and wonders if you wouldn’t mind her having a sleepover in your room.
You know what she’s doing.
Every time Gamzee or Vriska enters the room, her grip changes on her knitting needles that are absolutely also her wands. She’s knitting constantly and calmly next to you. You notice that even Kanaya is cautious about approaching the two of you.
‘Do you want them to think that we’re both crazy?’ you ask under your breath after Terezi not-so-casually leaves after only sitting with you for about three minutes. Rose had stared at her the whole time. It’s an impressive girl who can win a staring contest with a blind person.
‘Yes,’ she says.
You look her in the eye and she looks dangerous, you see why they’re scared. You awkwardly go to hold her hand, but it’s busy holding a knitting needle. You pat it, instead. You’re still not doing great on this whole “expressing affection” dealy.
‘They’re not gonna chuck me overboard,’ you say.
‘They couldn’t. I can see all futures and you can travel through time. We’re unbeatable.’
‘Yeah, well I actually meant that they wouldn’t do it even if they could.’
Rose angrily stabs her wand through her next stitch and wraps the long wool bit around it threateningly.
‘Do I need to pap you, ‘cause I swear to god, I’ll do it. I’ll probably fuck it up, but I’ll do it.’
‘I do not need to be subdued,’ she hisses.
‘Said every highblood about to go on a rampage ever,’ you say. ‘Fuck we sound like trolls. Wanna go do something human?’
She lowers her knitting and looks at you with interest.
‘I dunno, play a game that isn’t designed to end in our death? Hang out in a room that doesn’t have a single appliance that isn’t kinda maybe alive? Rap?’
‘What would we even play?’
‘Didn’t you make a deck of cards one time? Your mom teach you any card games?’
‘She taught me how to cheat at card games. And how to pretend to be drunker than you are so the boys are too distracted by the possibility of your loose morals to notice that you’re cheating at card games.’
‘Okay, well I know how to flick cards into a baseball cap, so seems like we’re tied there on knowledge.’
‘Cap card toss it is,’ she says. ‘Do you have any hats?’
‘Fuck no,’ you say.
‘Fuck,’ she says. ‘Okay, what about … sarcasm.’
‘We use sarcasm so much that we’ve infected the trolls, it isn’t human and it isn’t a special activity anymore. What about pranking a la Egbert? I’ve never seen a troll play a prank before.’
Rose cheers up considerably after you’ve caught half the trolls by clingwrap-trapping the doors and discovered that trolls, much like cats, hate everything about tinfoil.
You manage to escape from her while she’s making a silly hat out of tinfoil, ready to present it to Kanaya as if it is a sincere gift. Much as you want to see Kanaya try to compliment that atrocity whilst physically repulsed by it, you need some space from your sister. You duck under the clingwrap trap on the door and run into Karkat.
‘Hey,’ you say. ‘Uh, I’m sorry about the other day. I was out of line. We cool?’
Karkat eyes you suspiciously.
‘Can we talk about it?’ he says.
You keep your face still even though you want to scrunch it up in protest. You probably owe him that much. Bro would have just said, “we cool” on repeat until you said, “yes”.
‘Sure,’ you say. ‘Wanna go to my room?’
You lead the way. It isn’t far, so you don’t bother filling the silence. You still kinda want to, but rambling all the time kinda feels like a silly thing to do and you’re trying to take Karkat seriously. Or make him take you seriously. You aren’t really sure.
You open the door and sit on the bed. He sits next to you rather than sitting on your computer chair or something. You try not to look too surprised by that. Maybe smugly surprised? You’re not sure you pull it off.
‘’Sup, Vantas?’ you say.
He watches his own fingers as he taps them against his knee.
The moment stretches out.
‘Are we not cool? Should I, like, explain myself or something?’ you say.
He doesn’t reply.
‘Fuck, man, I didn’t mean to go too far like that, I was just frustrated, you’re better than you think you are, you’re the only one who disarmed me and then you went and gave me my sword back and I could have … Like, I’ve been trained to fight fistkind against swordkind, I could have gotten past you at least and got it myself, but that’s not the issue, you gave up your advantage. Which, like, I know, um, now, like out of the heat of things, I’m not your enemy or anything, like … So you didn’t treat me like I was Jack, so what? That’s reasonable, actually, right?’
You don’t think you’re explaining yourself very well.
‘Um, what I mean, is that I was wrong, but it came from a place of wanting to help you, right? And I’m sorry, because I probably would have hurt you if Gamzee hadn’t snapped me out of it and that’s not cool. And I guess I’m more like my brother than I thought I was and that’s something I’m gonna have to deal with. And I don’t think I’m gonna train you guys anymore, ‘cause I don’t know I’m not gonna react like that again.’
He opens his mouth to speak and then closes it again. You decide to shut up so he can speak.
He licks his lips nervously.
‘I think I would still like you to train me,’ he says, still staring at his hands.
‘Karkat, I was … I don’t want to hurt you.’
‘I can take it.’
You stare at him. Is he … What does he want from you?
‘I don’t think I started it right anyway,’ you say. ‘I know nothing about trolls and I just had you stretching and exercising like we’re the same, but we’re not, are we?’
If he doesn’t pick up the bait you’ll just leave it. Maybe you’ll spar with him or maybe you’ll insist that you’re just not doing that anymore.
His eyes flick up to yours.
‘You knew when my bones were different,’ he says.
‘Would that help?’ He swallows. ‘Touching—finding where my bones, where my muscles are?’
‘Yeah, well, uh, yeah, I can see how that would help. Like, if I knew how you moved then I could come up with something to help you put on muscle, and I think we’re kind of similar but it’s hard to know without … um … touching.’
Karkat chews on his lip with his sharp teeth for an eternity before he pulls his sweater off. He’s wearing a black t-shirt with the same grey symbol underneath.
‘N-now?’ you check.
He holds out his arm to you. You wipe your palms on your pants before you touch his hand. You start at his fingertips. His nails are different to yours, you knew that they were more like claws than nails, but you haven’t really looked up close. Their base is similar to yours, but then they taper into points. His are blunt and unpainted.
You hold his hand with your left hand and squeeze down his pointer finger with yours. You bend it and are relieved to see that you seem to at least have the same number of joints and bones in your fingers.
You’re thorough, though, you examine each of his fingers the same way before moving to his palm. You jump a little when you hear Karkat start to rumble in his chest. You take your hands back and hold them up.
‘Did I hurt you?’ you ask. You realise that you haven’t said a word while you’ve been touching him. You’re not usually that quiet. Not even by yourself.
‘No …’ he says. ‘Uh. I. It’s not a bad noise. Um.’
‘You’re purring,’ you say.
‘You’re massaging my hand,’ he says defensively. ‘I don’t call you out on every stupid noise you make.’
‘Is it weird if I keep going?’
Karkat stares at you for a long while before nodding. You’re pretty sure he’s giving you permission, not telling you it’s weird. Maybe it’s both.
You feel incredibly brave for taking his hand again. You barely shake. You press into his palm and the back of his hand again, working your way from the base of his fingers to his wrist. His purrs, which had really just lowered in volume rather than stopped altogether, start up again. You smirk to yourself.
‘Shut up, Strider,’ he says.
‘I didn’t say anything,’ you say.
‘You were thinking it,’ he grumbles.
‘What, now I can’t even think around you? Holy shit, when did you become a mind-reader and how worried should I be? Like, if you can hear me congratulating myself on my absolutely pimping hand skills, have you heard the other things I been thinking?’
‘What’s the matter, is your pan in the slurry trough?’
‘I wish I didn’t know what that was.’
‘Go on, what’s so dirty you don’t want me knowing about it?’
You press your fingers deeper into his hands and look him in the eye.
‘Maybe I was wondering what it would feel like if you were vibrating like that and giving me head.’
Oh god. You said that. You drop your eyes back to his hand as if that will cover up how red you’ve suddenly gone. That was very nearly ballsy, up until you couldn’t follow through with it. He hasn’t stopped purring. You hope that’s a good sign.
‘I … don’t know what that means.’
‘Uh,’ you say. ‘I mean, I don’t exactly have direct experience here. But … like …’
Can you do this? Can you educate a friend (a dude who is a friend, a dude who is a friend who you have kissed, a dude who you’ve kissed and just blatantly propositioned) on what oral sex is? Could you perhaps make the explanation good enough to tempt him to give it a go? Clearly that is best case scenario. Worst case scenario he never talks to you again. But, hey, you’re trapped on a rock going near light speed through the vast nothingness of paradox space, you don’t think that’s likely.
‘You would use … your mouth, on my dick. Bulge. I mean, I think they’re equivalents. No fucking diagrams, you know? Like, bunch a 13 year olds get sucked into a game and not one of you happened to have porn on you? Um. Like, suck on it, I think. I mean. I’ve seen it. Not like, in person, but … I guess I don’t really know what I’m talking about.’
Okay, that was not a sexy explanation. You fucked that up.
‘That’s insane,’ Karkat says. ‘No one does that.’
‘I mean, if porn is to be believed, it’s pretty fucking common. But … I dunno.’
‘ Teeth, ’ Karkat says.
You look at his teeth and smirk.
‘Okay, fair point. But …’
You pull his hand to your mouth and suck his finger into your mouth before you can think too hard about it. You have no idea what you’re doing, but when has that ever stopped you. You can cover your teeth with your lips and suck pretty easily, it’s obvious how this works.
Karkat’s purrs take on a different quality, less growly and more … crickety.
You take that as encouragement and pull your mouth almost to the tip of his finger before sliding back down. You curl your tongue around his finger experimentally.
‘Um,’ Karkat says.
This is absolutely working. You’re a master of seduction. This is the smartest thing you’ve ever done.
‘This is the most insane thing you’ve ever done.’
You can’t reply, so you meet his eyes and waggle your brows as you suck again.
He tugs his hand away from you. You don’t resist, you don’t want to cut yourself on his claw.
‘That’s a thing … you would … humans …’
‘That’s one way to get you speechless, huh?’ you say.
‘Was a good way to shut you up, too,’ Karkat snaps.
You stare at each other for a few tense seconds. You’re not sure what he’s thinking, but you’re thinking that you would very much like to kiss him. He’s glaring at you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t want you to kiss him, in your experience.
You kiss him. He kisses you back like he was just waiting for you to make the first move. You open your mouth slightly and he copies. You don’t hesitate to wrap your tongue around his like you were just doing to his finger.
He moans and you can feel those purrs on your tongue and lips, you absolutely want to feel it on your dick. You’ll chance the teeth.
You grip his waist through his shirt and he wraps his arms around your neck. You will seriously lose your shit if he runs away on you again. Irretrievably lost, not just dropped out of your pocket and someone’s handed it in to the front office, you’re talking … fucking years of searching. Thinking is very hard when you can feel his claws against your scalp and his whole body is vibrating gently and …
There’s a knock on the door.
You pull back from Karkat and breathe quietly. You hold a finger to your lips so he doesn’t speak. Maybe they’ll just go away.
The knocking becomes more rhythmic. Oh god, this is your fault. You regret ever doing this to Rose. Of course she’s doing this.
‘Where did you come from, where did you go, where did you come from, Cotton Eye Joe?’ she sings.
‘FUCK,’ you say.
You flash to the door and throw it open.
‘That’s going to be stuck in my head forever ,’ you complain.
‘You left me,’ she says, crossing her arms and smirking.
‘Yeah, I’m hanging out with Karkat.’
Her smirk turns into a grin.
‘Hi Karkat!’ she says.
You look towards the bed.
‘Hi,’ he says awkwardly.
‘Well, I’ll just leave you two to it, then.’ She winks at you, using her whole face. ‘Bye, Karkat!’
You close the door in her face. You lean against the wall and groan.
‘You know what would be cool?’ you say. ‘If my time powers could just like … take back the last five minutes. That would be amazing.’
‘Do you want me to go?’ Karkat says.
‘No, holy shit, no, stay. This is just a brief derailing of the boner train, we’ll get her back upright real soon, just as soon as the conductor is no longer thinking about sisters or country songs from the 90s. I’m assembling a team, a sexy team of engineers to get this back on track, maybe they’re all Karkats, that works, right?’
‘Please stop talking,’ Karkat says.
‘Ha, don’t know that that’s a function on this model, gotta spring for the deluxe or something, maybe there’s a factory reset? Like get a paperclip and shove it somewhere, I’m not gonna tell you where, that sounds all hells of intimate.’
You hear Karkat get off the bed and walk towards you. You really hope that he isn’t wanting to leave because you’re an idiot. You stop glaring at the wall and turn to face him.
‘Shut up,’ he advises.
And then he kisses you again. Mmm, good strategy, you can’t talk when he’s kissing you, maybe that’s your paperclip.
He pushes you into the wall and you think you’re the same height now, wasn’t he taller than you? Yes, victory! You let yourself be pushed, though, authoritative Karkat is sexy as hell. He mouths at your neck with those spiky teeth and you shiver happily.
‘Feels good,’ you murmur. ‘So messed up that your teeth turn me on. Where the fuck is my sense of preservation, I sure don’t know, want your teeth all over me.’
Karkat grabs you by the neck and stares into your eyes.
‘Dave. Shut the fuck up.’
‘Sorry, ‘Kat, you knew what you were getting into here, mmpf!—’
He’s kissing you like he wants to drown you and his hands are firm around your neck and you are absolutely not being discouraged from talking during makeouts at all. You run your hands down his sides and sneak your fingers under his t-shirt. God he’s hot without the sweater. And with it. You want to know what his chest looks like, want to feel more than just the warm skin above his hips.
‘Fucking amazing,’ you gasp.
Karkat growls and presses against you. God, that vibrates right through his chest and into yours and yeah, you’re so turned on you probably beat diamonds on the Mohs Hardness Scale (why do you know shit like this, why are you thinking about shit like this when you have a boys tongue in your mouth).
You press into him right back, fit your thigh in between his legs and god it’s hot the way he clenches around your leg. Something moves against your thigh and you jump in alarm.
‘Dude, is your dick sentient?’ you ask, your voice a little panicky.
‘What? No! It’s just a bulge, it’s …’
He steps back slightly. You grab his hips to stop him from running away. He stares at your crotch.
‘Yours doesn’t … move?’
‘No …’ you say.
‘Uh …’ he says.
‘I know I was doing an anatomy comparison there …’ you say.
‘We need to look at porn.’
‘Yes. Absolutely. Yes. That sounds like a plan. That is a good idea.’
‘Calm your rumblespheres,’ Karkat says, smirking at you. He crosses to the bed and pulls out his husktop.
‘Oh, right now? Okay, yes. I … Yes.’
You grab your laptop as well and sit on the bed with your back to the other wall so he can’t see your screen. You triple check the volume is muted before you start to open your folders. God, this is a scary and wonderful thing.
I have literally no idea what separates the different classifications, so I'm gonna go ahead and shift this up to explicit with the next chapter.
Long one because ... you know ;)
If there are any glaring errors, please let me know, I posted this to reward myself for doing uni assignments so my brain isn't in one piece!
The problem with porn is that it … doesn’t actually look like you. Or anyone, you assume. With the exception of other pornstars. Of whom your brother was one. Maybe you’ll cash in on that genetic inheritance at some point, but it certainly isn’t you now. You angle your computer screen away from Karkat so he won’t catch a glimpse of … this. You can only assume that troll porn is equally as showy and Karkat won’t expect a full ten inches of Strider man meat.
‘Like, I’m not saying I’m not well-endowed, obviously nothing to be ashamed of, I would say I definitely place in the top ten for human dicks. Probably top five. Ha, that doesn’t stop from being funny, except, uh, I guess I’m also in the bottom five. Okay, well, you know, now that I’m thinking about it, about uh … being with a dude, you know, maybe I wouldn’t want you to have a dick the size of your arm or anything so hopefully that feeling’s mutual. Again, that’s not to say it’s not respectable , it’s just not … like that looks painful, right there.’
‘What the fuck are you talking about?’
‘Are big dicks not a staple of troll porn? Bulges, whatever.’
‘No, what does that matter? I guess I should warn you I’m not going to drop that much, but with my colour that’s not exactly a bad thing, so … god, why would you even want this, this is stupid, I’m really not worth pailing, we should just call this quits.’
‘Fuck, no, Karkat, that’s what I’m saying, we probably have hella different standards here, let’s just pretend we’re both the peak of attractiveness for each other.’
You close your laptop lid and look him … not quite in the eye, on the forehead, if you’re being generous. Ah, fuck, you can’t get away with this shit without your shades. You look him in the eye. For like two seconds before you look at his shirt instead. It counts.
‘What are you gonna drop?’
‘Okay, sure, and for trolls it’s hot when there’s … a lot? Oh! Buckets, right!’
‘And humans don’t pail, which is why you don’t care … right.’
He looks away as if considering everything again.
‘Okay, this still seems like half a smart idea, though,’ he says. ‘Because obviously I don’t want you looking at me with that weird face when I’m naked, I don’t know if my ego can take it.’
You have no idea what your face is doing.
‘What’s weird about my face?’ you ask cautiously.
‘Like … politely curious or some shit, I think it’s actually worse than outright disgust.’
You give a surprised laugh.
‘Okay. But the other half which is not a smart idea is the fact that porn might not be the best place for a first impression, right?’ you say.
You’re very tempted to just strip him naked and look , but if you turn that around and think about him just getting his alien curiosity on with you … way too embarrassing. And a bit hot. Um, actually … quite hot. Okay. Pin that thought to the deal-with-it-later corkboard.
‘Books,’ Karkat says suddenly.
You look at him again curiously, absolutely no clue what he’s talking about.
‘Yes, you like books,’ you say to prompt him.
‘No, shitpuppet, I’m saying that books leave at least something to the imagination, but they describe this stuff.’
‘Uh, no they don’t, or I would be reading a lot more books.’
He raises his eyebrow at you.
‘Yeah, Rose puts a bit of hanky panky in her books, but she’s always just alluding to stuff, there’s no …’
Karkat is smirking at you so you trail off.
‘Am I wrong?’ you ask.
‘Dave. You’re so wrong.’
You suddenly understand jack shit.
'Okay. I didn't bring that kind of book and I'm not asking Rose.’
Karkat looks at his hands dejectedly.
'You could ask her,’ you say.
Karkat looks at you with a horrified expression.
‘ It’s not worth the cost ,’ he whispers.
‘Wait, do you have those kinds of books? Karkat, when you’re reading shit in the common room are you reading porn ?’
He bristles, his shoulders coming up to his chin and his teeth baring.
‘There are some passages … it’s not all …’
You know you’re staring and you can feel yourself smiling too, or grinning is perhaps more accurate, because if he’s that defensive that means you’re right and holy shit, Karkat has balls reading shit like that where everyone can see!
‘It’s not like I would let myself get worked up enough to … pop a wriggly or whatever,’ he mutters.
You didn’t know that you could be so amused and so turned on at the same time, because the phrase “pop a wriggly” is both hilarious and intriguing. You’re back to wondering if you can’t just find a lab table in this meteor (you can, they’re everywhere) and tie him to it (you could, you’re stronger) and find out what that means. You probably shouldn’t. Maybe wait until you’ve been with him longer than half an hour (are you even with him now?) before you pull out the roleplaying and other assorted kinks.
‘Dave, your face is doing a thing again,’ he says.
‘Not my fault, dude, I’m trying really fucking hard to spare you from the internal monologue I’ve got going on here and it’s not an easy time because I swear to god I speak the most when I have something really inappropriate to say and I know that we’re talking about sex and junk here so it kinda is appropriate? But you really don’t want a front row seat on this show, those seats are the cheap ones in this scenario, bitches be paying extra for the ones in the nosebleed section so they can pretend like they can’t hear me and absolutely are not at risk of being pulled up on stage for audience participation. Like, yeah, I want you participating and shit, but not on the shit in my thoughts, participate on my mouth words, because I actually do have a bit of a filter here and I am fucking employing it, paycheck once a fortnight, stamping in and out so I know its hours, doing performance reviews and shit, I don’t actually know what jobs are ...’
Karkat starts headbutting your arm about six words into your ramble and doesn’t stop until you run out of steam. You pat him on the head as apology.
‘I think that sinks my next suggestion,’ he sighs.
‘What?’ you ask.
‘The books are kinda unrealistic as well … I thought we could write our own? Like message … I don’t know, but you aren’t capable of speaking without me wanting to kill myself, so …’
Your brain immediately freezes. You jiggle the mouse a little bit, asking it to imagine Karkat sexting you and it full-on crashes. You make a little whiney noise as your brain attempts a reboot. None of this is voluntary.
Karkat is staring.
You wait until you are functional again and clear your throat.
‘I could try,’ you say.
‘Dave, your physical attractiveness only goes so far to counterweight the bullshit you say and this would be all talking and no seeing. It’s the opposite of your strength.’
You take a deep breath and summon your nerve. God, you hope you have nerve. Pre-emptive thinking isn’t really your style.
You shove your laptop into your sylladex and take his away, too. You push him into the bed, end up between his legs and press your lips to his neck, just under his jaw. He makes a rumbly cricketty noise in his chest.
‘Karkat,’ you breathe. ‘Gonna dirty talk you til you come in your jeans.’
His legs hook around your hips and hold you close. You nip at his earlobe.
‘I want to kiss you until you can’t think anymore,’ you tell him. ‘I want to see how hard I have to bite you to make you bruise, I want to see what colour that makes your skin. I want to taste your fucking alien skin and make you squirm just with my lips, with my tongue.’
When Karkat gasps it sounds strange because he’s still purring. You lick up his neck while you wrack your brain for more things to say. He shudders.
‘God, your noises , glad I got over the alien thing a while ago because you’re fucking amazing, want to hear you purr for me while I fuck you, want to see what sounds I can get going down on you.’
‘Dave,’ he gasps.
‘Fuck yes, say my name, I’m gonna make you beg me.’
He groans and tightens his legs around you. It makes your groin crush into his and you whine. You can’t help but grind into him.
‘This … isn’t the point,’ he pants. ‘Not learning shit , you asshole.’
Hahaha, as if he’s complaining. You couldn’t be closer to him without being inside him and he’s gripping you like he wants that to be a thing.
‘Okay,’ you say. ‘Okay, I got this.’ You lick up the outside of his ear and suck at the pointy tip. ‘Got myself an elf,’ you tell him. ‘Sexy elf, like Legolas but fucking manly, got the sass but not afraid to swear, gonna show me your magic ways, I ain’t afraid to get a scientific appreciation on here.’
Karkat groans again and it’s not a sexy groan it’s a Dave’s-talking-shit groan so you focus up and grind against him again to keep your attention where it’s supposed to be. You drag your fingers down his sides. His groan turns sexy again.
‘Alright, educational sexy talks, comin’ right up. So, I guess that’s what I want you to do to me, that makes sense, I don’t know what I can do to you yet. Okay, uh … you could … pin me down. I can’t stop thinking about you pinning me down, Karkat, I’m fuckin’ messed up over you pinning me down.’
His chest rumbles against yours even stronger.
‘ Fuck , Karkat, purr like that again it goes all through me it’s like a fucking … I don’t know, babe, I am just super into it.’
He growls again and the words fucking leave, you don’t have any words anymore it’s just sensation, vibrating through every part of you that is touching him, which happens to include your dick. You whine.
He grabs you and rolls and you have to go with him. He pins you.
You cannot possibly get any harder.
You strain against his fingers on your wrists and he holds you firm. Holy fuck you are so trapped. You thrust up into him and he growls and presses into you, holding you down.
‘ Keep. Talking. ’
Your face is flushed to hell, your shirt is twisted and riding up between you and you’re feeling about 30 seconds off coming in your pants. You breathe deep.
‘Okay, uhh … Holy fuck, Karkat, love this … Okay, please, Karkat, please , want you to touch me! Fuck, okay, no, I can do this. Babe, want you … Want you to … Want you to touch me.’
‘Where?’ Karkat growls.
You pant and gasp, trying to get your bearings.
‘ Talk , you fucker,’ he says.
‘You are so fucking hot,’ you whisper.
He scrapes his teeth down your neck and you whine desperately and thrust up into him.
‘Skin, take my shirt off, want to be closer.’
He ducks his face to your chest, takes the collar of your shirt in his mouth and rips your shirt in two, right down the middle.
‘Jesus fucking christ, I do not have the staying power for this.’
He sucks at your neck, pinpricks of teeth just grazing you and licks at your earlobe, flicking it with his tongue.
‘Want your hands, want your claws, on my chest,’ you gasp.
He obeys immediately, scraping down with just enough pressure to raise pink lines on your skin, almost painful but not because it’s just fucking beautiful.
‘N-nipples,’ you say.
‘Don’t know what that means,’ he says, kissing at your collarbones.
You laugh breathlessly.
‘Pink doodads on my chest, hella sensitive, please touch,’ you say.
He drags his fingertips over your nipples.
‘Gentle,’ you say, because you may not have been clear enough on that.
He strokes them painfully gently.
‘Bit more, kitten, not gonna break.’
He pinches you all of a sudden and you jerk into his body.
‘Ngh, fuck ,’ you gasp.
He grins at you with all those sharp teeth and you’re so close it’s embarrassing.
‘Karkat, gonna come if you keep that up,’ you hiss.
He thrusts into you and his tongue darts into your ear and it should be disgusting but it’s not, it’s so fucking hot, the sound of it, the feel, you’re tipping on the edge, you’re alive with sensation, he’s pinching your nipple again, holy shit, you’ve never had anything like this, you’re coming.
You shudder through your release into his still vibrating body and you feel like your eyes are going to fall out of your head. They close instead. You relax into the mattress against your control, your body suddenly ridiculously heavy.
‘Sorry,’ you murmur, eyes still closed.
Karkat strokes your face and you force yourself to open your eyes and focus on him. He’s looking at you earnestly.
‘That was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen in my life,’ he says.
You laugh weakly.
‘Am I allowed to sext you now, then?’ you ask.
He leans his forehead into your shoulder.
‘Yeah, point proven, fuck,’ he says.
‘Let me … Let me get up for a sec, I’m coming back,’ you say.
He rolls off you. You flashstep so you’re standing without thinking about it. He doesn’t flinch, though. You would very much like to stare at kiss-drunk Karkat on your bed, but you came in your pants like a loser and you very much need to take care of that. You grab clothes on your way and duck into the bathroom attached to your room. You’re not keen on Karkat’s first impression of your dick being this one.
You clean yourself in record time and get back into your room. Karkat shifts his head to look at you instead of the roof. Karkat’s still in your bed. How do people even deal with shit like this, it’s too good.
You get back on the bed and find your hand automatically lands on his hips. He grabs you by your new shirt and you hear the fabric tear around his claws. You’d be a lot more annoyed if he wasn’t dragging you towards him for a kiss.
‘We gonna deal with your bone-wriggly?’ you ask him.
He recoils away so he can glare at you.
‘You could make flipping black a fucking artform,’ he growls.
You hook your leg over his and pull his hips close to yours.
‘Take that as a compliment,’ you say.
His strange purry growls have started up as background white noise, but he bares his teeth and pushes them louder so you know he’s growling at this specifically before letting them go back to a normal volume.
‘Why are you so fragile ,’ he says.
‘You can use your claws, kitten,’ you tell him. ‘I’m a motherfucking g- awd , fuck!’
Karkat interrupts you by slipping his hands up the back of your shirt and dragging his nails down.
‘You’re fragile,’ he purrs, smugly. ‘You’re all talk and I could fucking ruin you.’
You meet his gaze, no idea why you find that so hot, and tangle your fingers in his weird alien hair to kiss him. He digs his claws into your back, harder than you should like, but he’s being gentle and it’s maddening. If he wants you pitch, you can take him pitch.
You try and roll him onto his back but he resists. You growl at him. It’s nowhere near as effective as his, nothing in the chest to back it up.
‘Cute,’ he says. ‘I’m sure the other grubs find you very intimidating.’
‘Karkat,’ you whine. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.’
He chuckles and his growl wraps around the noise in a delicious way.
‘That’s a dangerous thing to promise,’ he says.
You press yourself closer to him desperately.
‘Yeah, and I fucking promise it,’ you say. ‘Come on , Vantas, give me your best dirty talk, I can take it, I got more than one bullet in the barrel if you know what I mean, I’ll get you where you need to be.’
Karkat slaps his hand on your mouth. You smile at him with your eyes.
‘How the fuck do I keep you from talking?’
You raise your eyebrow pointedly. He’s kinda doing it now, hand over your mouth and all. He takes his hand away.
‘You could give my mouth something to do,’ you suggest. You kinda feel like your heart has taken residence up in your throat, you can hear it beating harder and faster and your voice is kind of strangled but it is absolutely the good kind of nerves. You had your big gay freakout months ago now, you’ve gotten into the idea of giving head, gotten into it in an exhilarating way. You’re not quite sure how what you’ve seen will translate into what Karkat’s packing but you want to find out.
You look up at Karkat’s face instead of his chest to see how he’s taking that. He’s staring at you all intense, but not like he’s dismissing you.
You grab the hem of his shirt and pull. He takes the hint and pulls it the rest of the way off. You stroke down his chest, marvelling at the feel of his skin under your fingertips. It’s not human. You knew that, you’ve touched him before, even if not quite like this, not with enough time or with all your attention. He’s smooth and hairless, your fingers glide over him. You press your nails into it and see it dent. Scratches don’t mark him like they mark you. You wish your nails were longer, but they don’t even go past your fingertips. You know you won’t grow them even if that would be satisfying, you don’t have the patience.
He doesn’t have nipples or a belly button, but he does have ridges on his sides that make him squirm when you touch them. You bend your head down to lick them experimentally.
‘ Jesus ,’ Karkat breathes. ‘Is that your natural human impulse? To just lick everything you see?’
‘Wanna find out?’ you ask.
He whines. You grab him by the waistband, hooking two fingers in his pants.
‘You’re insane,’ he says.
You kiss his collarbone and pop the button on his jeans.
‘Completely bugfuck insane …’
You slide his zipper down.
You’re psyching yourself up, you know it moves, you know it’s different, you can handle it.
‘Hey, Karkat, are you cool?’ you ask.
‘I’ve never felt less cool in my life,’ he says. ‘I’m a fucking mess to even consider this.’
‘Dude,’ you complain. ‘Are you okay with me being a weird human here or not? You gotta tell me yes or no.’
His hands are covering his face and he groans.
You wait patiently, or the other one, impatiently, whichever, and trace patterns on his belly. His skin is addictive to touch now you’ve started.
‘This would be so much easier if you just had your freaky alien way with me,’ he says.
You chuckle against his skin.
‘Yes, please, do the thing,’ he whispers. ‘I reserve the right to freak out,’ he says, a lot louder.
‘Yeah, man, of course,’ you say.
You pull his pants off him.
His dick (bulge) is bright red and looks thick and short when you first take his jeans off, but it extends and curls as you watch. You glance up at Karkat’s face. He’s still covering it with his hands. You drag your hand up his legs so he knows to expect your touch. His legs are just as smooth and hairless his chest, which shouldn’t fucking register because you’re about to touch an alien dick and his legs should be at the bottom of the list of things you’re concerned about, but there you go.
As your hand gets closer, it moves more, going from slowly extending out to swaying slightly to flicking like an angry cat’s tail. You tease at the base of it for about a second before it reaches out to your hand and twists around it.
Karkat moans under his hands.
The bulge is wet and slick under your hand and hella friendly. You slide up and down it with almost no pressure, just to feel.
He shakes under you.
God damn, his responses are hot. They make you want to continue, to do more, to make him fall to pieces properly. You suck on one of his side ridges and scoot down a bit.
The noise he makes is so not human, it’s a high pitched, rolly noise that you feel vibrate through his chest and into your lips. You suck harder and tighten your grip.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck-fuck-fuck,’ he gasps.
You reach down and unbutton your jeans and rearrange yourself with your free hand so you’re not so confined.
You kiss down his stomach. You feel his hand tangle in your hair and look up at his face. He looks very satisfyingly turned on. You lick your lips and smirk at him before kissing lower. You’re holding his bulge out of the way so you can tease him, work him up a bit. Going from 0 to 60 is a good way to blow your load and you want to actually experience this a bit, so you’re accelerating slowly .
It has the added bonus of making Karkat squirm.
You kiss and suck at the skin all around his groin until you run out of patience with yourself. You back up and guide the very tip of his bulge into your mouth. You run your tongue over it experimentally and then suck.
Karkat’s hand tightens in your hair and you hum appreciatively. He spasms underneath you. You suck again and let the bulge escape your hand a bit more. It stabs you in the cheek as it wriggles. It’s really fucking hot the way it tangles with your tongue, almost like you’re frenching it. It thins out and probes at the back of your throat and you flinch.
‘ Dave ,’ he moans.
You suck enthusiastically in reply and his hips jerk underneath you.
‘ Dave ,’ he says, more insistently.
‘Mmhmm?’ you hum around his bulge.
‘Need … nook,’ he says.
You pull your lips off his bulge. It tries to get back in your mouth. You can’t help but laugh as you drag it away.
‘What?’ you ask.
‘You’re fucking torturing me,’ he says, covering his face again. ‘I need something in my nook.’
‘Is that like your butt?’ you ask, leaning on your elbow.
‘ No , it’s like my fucking nook,’ he says.
You can’t help but grin at his impatience. You’re not trying to be difficult.
‘Show me,’ you say.
He spreads his legs more and clenches his eyes shut as his hands reach down, past yours and definitely in the direction of an asshole in your expert opinion. But then he spreads himself with his fingers and you’re looking at something that is neither ass or vagina but some hybrid of the two. A nook, obviously.
You have to work quite hard not to tell him you’re gonna have breakfast in it or settle down with a nice book, ‘cause that’s a cosy nook. That particularly graphic ramble will wait. You might even make a rap out of it. He’ll hate it.
You lick along the edges, your tongue brushing against one of his fingers. He falls back onto the bed dramatically. You suck experimentally at the edge and he keens.
‘ In ,’ he says. ‘Jesus fucking christ, my shameglobes fucking ache , let me come .’
You need to get a proper anatomy lesson from him later when he won’t murder you for stopping. Troll words need to stop being so stupid. Why would you voluntarily give something on your body the adjective “shame”, that’s just asking for trouble.
You slide a finger back and forth over the small slit. It’s practically dripping. You lick at the genetic material , jesus that’s clinical, and find it tastes subtly different to the stuff that coats his bulge.
Karkat whines above you and you decide to defend your impulse to lick everything by pressing your tongue into his nook.
‘Oh god, oh god-god-god- fuuuck.’
You slide your hand up and down his bulge again as you lick inside him. It’s not easy multi-tasking, but you are feeling pretty fucking encouraged.
‘In, in, ’ he insists.
You push a finger into his nook as you take your tongue out. He gasps. You’re a little worried he’s going to hyperventilate, actually. That should just be concerning, not hot. You push another finger inside him and start to thrust them in and out. You have no idea what you’re supposed to be aiming for, but simulating sex seems a good place to start. God you wish you could get your dick in him, but you don’t think he’s gonna last that long and you haven’t talked about it and you can absolutely fit another finger in here, so you’re gonna.
You feed his bulge back into your mouth again because you can.
‘More,’ he moans.
You hum around his bulge and pick up the pace with your fingers. He keens. His legs are shaking like crazy and his hands are fisted in your sheets.
‘Come for me Karkat,’ you murmur, kissing his hip.
You lick from the base of his nook to the tip of his bulge and he obeys. Reddish liquid gushes from his nook and drenches your hand, splashes your face and chest. You stare, transfixed, your fingers still inside him as he clenches and relaxes.
Buckets suddenly make a lot of sense.
What is wrong with you that you find it so very hot?
You disentangle from him and shove your pants down. You lean against his thigh, everything’s wet but you don’t care, you need a shower anyway, it’s so hot, and you stroke yourself slowly. You kind of want him to do it for you, but you don’t really care, you’ve basically run out of any emotions that aren’t arousal.
You jump slightly when he sits up and pulls you to his chest. He covers your hand with his own and you show him what you like before taking your hand away, putting it on his leg instead.
You tip your head back onto his shoulder and groan as he jerks you. His other hand strokes up your leg and to the base of your cock. He gently grazes your balls and then cups them, squeezes gently.
‘ God ,’ you gasp.
He pulls you faster and kisses at your neck until you come with a painful groan that you try and shape into his name.
Okay. Okay, holy shit. That was a thing you just did. You went from “let’s make-out” to “I can dirty talk” to sex in under an hour. That counts, right? That was sex? Like, they call it oral sex , so logically … This really doesn’t matter. You can figure that shit out later, you should just be feeling at the moment. You’re lying down facing Karkat, not quite touching him.
‘Um …’ you say.
His eyes tighten anxiously. Oh fuck, he’s gonna do a runner. Shit. You need to secure the afterglow here. Jesus, he’s a lot of work.
‘Thank you?’ you say.
Worst thing you could say. What a weird thing to say. Why would you say that?
He laughs and you think at least it got rid of the tension a bit.
But then he frowns.
‘You … Dave, that was … I can’t believe we did that. I’m such a fucking hypocrite, why would I …’
You look down at his chest because you can’t look him in the eyes.
‘Just to let you know, if you tell me you don’t want me right after you’ve basically taken my virginity I think I’ll probably cry and that might be pretty fucking lame but so is this hot and cold bullshit, so ...’
And apparently just admitting that you have emotions is enough to make you feel even more vulnerable, awesome. You swallow against the growing lump in your throat. You wish he’d say something so you know whether you’re supposed to be feeling clingy or if you should be kicking him out. You feel like you’ll either love him or hate him based on the next two minutes. It’s a pretty fucking intense way to feel.
‘I want you,’ he says in a quiet voice.
Okay, your face feels really hot and like maybe you’re going to cry anyway? No matter what he says? This isn’t cool, this is the opposite of cool, what the fuck.
You clear your throat and try to calm yourself down. You focus on your breathing. This doesn’t have to be so much of a big deal, you’re okay, you can cope with this.
‘I want you so much but I don’t know if it’s a good idea,’ he says.
You close your eyes. Maybe that will help. Maybe it’ll just trap the stupid tears inside until you figure out how to keep your emotions in check.
‘Dave,’ he says, stroking your cheek.
You open your eyes and look at him. He's so pretty, you've gotten way too attached to looking at his face.
'I don't want to fuck up,’ he whispers.
'So don’t,’ you urge. ‘Karkat, fuck, just go with it, just be with me.’
‘I don’t know what the right thing to do is.’
You are suddenly very glad you never took off your shirt. You might have your dick out under the blankets, but your shirt makes you feel some level of … put together? Your jeans are shoved down to your ankles but they’re still there. You sit up and pull them back on properly.
‘I like you, Karkat. I really like you. I … fuck , you know what, fuck it, this can’t get any worse, I’m pretty sure I love you, that’s where I’m at right now, but I wasn’t thinking properly. I was thinking I could take this, I was thinking it felt really good to kiss you all those other times and that this shit would just feel even better but here I am, and I should be feeling better than I’ve ever felt, right, you just got me off twice, this should be the fucking highlight of my life.’
You stop, take a breath. You’re still not looking at him. You’re mostly looking at your knees.
‘Consider the pooch already screwed, okay? You leave me now and there is gonna be drama or awkwardness or whatever you’re trying to avoid with this “no black or redrom” bullshit because I’m already there. You can’t make this worse by staying with me, I’m red as fuck and this is killing me . I know you want me, I don’t see why you won’t … can you just stop with the “but I said none of this” shit and just either be with me or dump me because I don’t know how much longer I can take you being in my bed—’ fuck, your voice is cracking, you do not sound cool right now, ‘—when I don’t know what’s going on.’
You stare at your sheets and wait for him to respond. You just … really wish he would hug you. You really want a hug. You want him to tell you you’re being ridiculous, that he loves you, that he’s gonna stay. You want him to kiss you until you’re happy again, god, you were happy only ten minutes ago, probably, and then just kiss you some more because he wants to.
He sits up and you look at him. He looks like he’s thinking. You almost want to make that go away, to tell him, fuck it, let’s just make out for a while, thinking can happen later. Jesus, what’s your move here? Are you pushing him too much? Are you not pushing him enough?
You’re understanding for the first time how someone could want their moirail when they have a romantic partner with them. You kind of really wish you had Rose here. Not that you want to admit to her that you have any feelings. Just that it would be nice to have someone in your corner. You bet she would tell you that it’s okay to want a commitment. She’s always saying shit like that.
You look down at your shirt. It’s the scratched record one. Shit. Is that how you escape? You throw off the blankets and stand up.
‘Dave?’ Karkat asks.
You ignore him and pull out your timetables. Yeah, you can feel the slightly wrong feeling now, that push to close the loop. You don’t look at Karkat before you skate your fingers along the vinyl and travel back into the past. You stare at your bed automatically. It’s empty and has different sheets on it. You sigh and walk to the common room.
‘Gotta be caffeinated before I go up against those ladies,’ past Dave says.
Ah, wait, your shades, you forgot. You grab them out of your sylladex and slide them on before anyone notices. Past Dave looks at you with surprise and welcome. He holds out his fist and you bump it.
‘You gonna help me with this strife?’ he asks.
Oh fuck, he’s going to break your nose. And you have to go along with it. Fuck.
‘Yup,’ you say.
You try to remember what’s going on from his point of view. You look at Karkat. Right. He’s fucking you around. He kissed you and then never messaged you. Damn, why do you even like him? (You still really like him, what the fuck.)
Past Dave stands up and waves to everyone. You put your arm around him in solidarity. You kind of need this contact just for you. You walk out of the room together and you remember that he isn't touchy feely yet. You take your arm away.
‘What was that about?’ he asks.
‘Karkat,’ you say. Fucking Karkat.
‘Dude, really? At some point in the future I’m gonna be so desperate for his attention I’ll decide implying a kind of friendly relationship with myself is worth it?’
No. At some point in the future you’ll sleep with him and it’ll make you so fucking lonely that you’ll want a hug off anyone, even yourself. Holy fuck was this a mistake.
‘Yup,’ you say, instead of anything else.
‘Dude,’ past Dave protests.
‘Spoilers,’ you say, shrugging.
‘Fine. Whatever, let’s do this.’
You can’t remember yourself saying anything else, so you keep quiet as you walk up to the roof. You kind of wish that he would talk to you, say anything. You like the sound of your voice, you like random chatter that convinces you that everything’s cool. It’s not gonna happen, because it didn’t happen.
You get up to the roof and Terezi immediately jumps to her feet and calls, ‘Ooh! Two cool kids! Bet I can tell which one is which!’
You look over at Dave because you remember doing that, sharing a sarcastic look with yourself. You kind of just want to hug her instead. She’s been jerked around by Karkat, too. Maybe you’ll convince her to pale cheat on Vriska with you when you get back to your time. Ha, no, you can’t actually imagine talking about this shit with anyone but Rose.
‘What are you doing here?’ Vriska asks.
‘Who else am I gonna strife with if not the two of you?’ past Dave says.
‘Well, me,’ you say.
‘Our sword would snap TZ’s cane in half and we hate Vriska.’
‘Oh, okay. Wow, hadn’t thought of using time travel for training purposes before.’
Ugh, you’ve already done this. You know how it goes. You have no fucking patience today.
‘Don’t think about that,’ you say. If Dave hears anything off in your tone, he doesn’t say anything. You don’t remember thinking you were in a bad mood or anything. Maybe the shades really do hide your emotions.
You pull your sword out. You’re starting to think you probably really want to beat the shit out of someone, even if it’s yourself. Man, your feelings are just all over the place today. He equips his sword too, but you remember your uncertainty. You remember not wanting to hurt yourself. You also remember breaking your own nose once you got over that. It’s very hard to feel any sympathy for him.
‘Come on, you did this with Bro all the time.’
‘Didn’t have a lot of choice in the matter. And I’m better now.’
God, he’s such an idiot.
‘Me too,’ you point out. You’re probably at the same level as him even though this was weeks ago. You haven’t been training as much, but you know what he’s going to do, that’ll work in your favour.
You see the moment when he decides to stop being a fuckhead and just strife with you. You don’t hesitate. You swing your sword at his head, half hoping that it actually makes contact, even though you remember dodging it. He bounces back and goes for your legs. You block and shove him backwards. He doesn’t fall back as much as you want. You pull your timetables out and pause time.
You scream at him until your voice breaks and tears spring up in your eyes. You gasp for breath with your hands on your knees. Every shuddery breath echoes in the vacuum of paused time. You need to get your shit together. You drop your sword and scrub at your face until the tears stop. You are so glad you have your shades. No one’s gonna know.
You take a few more seconds, just to make sure you’re cool. And then you pick up your sword, let time out of the chokehold you had it in and swing at your past self. He blocks the three savage cuts you aim at him and then flashsteps away.
Ah fuck, he’s feinting, you remember this. You pull your sword up on the opposite side that makes sense and it rankles, leaving yourself open where it looks like he’s going to aim, but it pays off.
Neither of you manages to get close to a hit in the next few swings, you know your own style and you parry against it without thinking. You remember what to do. You drop your ass to your ankles like you’re on a dancefloor and he stumbles. You kick at his legs and he falls clumsily. You feel a brief surge of victory before he tackles you.
God damn, you’ve had a big fucking day, you can’t be expected to have perfect recall here. He’s on top of you, holding you down, just like Karkat did the first time you ever fought him. Oh. Karkat’s here.
‘I’m gonna flip you,’ you tell him. God, this is the stupidest fucking thing. You can’t believe you made yourself think you were implying selfcest. ‘When I do, look left.’
You grab his wrists more securely and throw yourself to the side until you have him pinned. He looks to the left.
When he sees Karkat, his pulse jumps, you feel it under your fingers. His eyes widen under his shades.
You want to hit him, to tell him it’s all gone to shit, not to bother. You feel like you might cry again, just looking at him looking at Karkat like that. It’s not fair, it’s gonna hurt him, it hurts you, you can’t stop this.
He looks back at you.
‘What the fuck?’
You can’t reach your timetables when you have him held down like this. You have no room to react badly. You’ll just have to trust that your voice comes out emotionless.
‘You’ll see. Now fight me pretty, we got respect to earn.’
He headbutts you. You knew he would. You don’t dodge at all.
Fuck. It hurts.
He throws you off and you just manage to slip out of his grip before he pins you and you get to the swords first.
‘You dick,’ you say. Your voice is thick, but your nose is broken, you have an excuse.
‘Yeah, well, causality’s a bitch,’ he says.
Not long now. Not long, but still long enough. You have the fleeting temptation to fuck up the timeline and kill your past self, you know, just to see. Or maybe just to stop fighting, to make this go some other way than how you know it went.
Okay, time to pull the anime shit. You forgot to practice this, but you assume it’ll go fine. Either that or you’re doomed, which would suck, but whichever way it goes, after this you get to stop. You run at him and leap into the air, spinning around, aiming at his throat and belly.
He dodges, ducks under you, but he’s so fast that it doesn’t look like he does. It’s fucking unnerving to stab an afterimage of yourself like that, but you manage not to hesitate. You angle the swords carefully as you fall into a roll and come up standing. You turn back to him, knowing you’re done.
‘Dude, we’re not gonna get a hit in, can we call this quits?’
You put away your sword and wipe at your face. Ah. That’s a lot of blood. You feel a bit woozy looking at all this blood. Are you gonna throw up?
No, you didn’t. You’ll be fine.
‘Yeah, okay, set this for me?’ you ask.
He takes his sword back and presses very gently down your nose. You close your eyes. You’re so messed up. You have a broken nose, and it hurts (a lot ) where he’s touching you, but he’s being careful with you and you really fucking needed this. Apparently your body doesn’t care that it’s you. Rose will be careful with you.
‘Hope we have godtier healing speed, man,’ he says. He clicks it back into place at the same time as he speaks, maybe as a distraction for you, you can’t remember.
You flinch and feel your eyes water. You blink a bunch until they stop.
‘Yeah, me too,’ you say. He takes his hands away and you don’t know what to do with your stupid clinginess. ‘Kiss it better?’ you joke.
‘I’ll break it for you again, I swear to god,’ he says. He looks properly alarmed, like he thinks you’re going to go that far.
You can’t help but laugh at that, it’s ridiculous. He backs away and you laugh harder. You are going to get Rose to check you for concussion when you get back to the right time.
You turn towards Terezi and Vriska.
‘Yo, TZ, future you told me to tell present you that you’re awesome,’ you say.
‘Good!’ she says.
You’re so sick of the past. You pull your timetables out and drag them back to your present.
Rose is waiting for you. She holds her arms open and you stumble forward until she’s hugging you. Warm and tiny but strong. Your Rose.
‘Fuck, the blood,’ you say. It’ll be getting all over her.
‘Fuck the blood,’ she says. ‘You need this, right?’
You nod against her. She grips your waist tighter.
‘What happened?’ she asks gently. She isn’t pulling away. You don’t think you can get closer to her while standing, but you shuffle forward just in case. You press your cheek into the top of her head even though that kind of hurts your nose.
‘Had to go back and fight myself, close the loop.’
‘Mmm,’ she says. You hear the implied and .
‘Fooled around with Karkat. Present Karkat, not past Karkat.’
You’re not sounding super cool. You know, in contrast to the totally fine way that you’re just putting all of your weight on your half-your-size sister.
‘And it was … bad?’
You can’t even remember. Surely there were good feelings there. No, it was good. It was really good. You were compatible , again, just like you are when you squabble or shoot the shit about random stuff, or that one time you recorded him shouting at Vriska and remixed it into a song and it just worked. Yeah. It was good. But you’ve never felt as bad as you did when he rejected you. Again.
You can’t hold back the sob that happens. Rose manages to squeeze you, even though you were already feeling a little like she was crushing your ribs.
‘Where’s a witch of space when you need her,’ Rose murmurs. ‘Will you come back to my room?’
‘Don’t want to see anyone,’ you croak.
‘I won’t let that happen.’
She lets go of you and closes her eyes. Her light symbol flashes against her eyelids and then disappears.
‘Let’s go,’ she says, tugging you by the hand.
You try not to think about a past version of yourself doing the same to his Karkat.
She drags you to her room, once stopping and ducking into an empty room with her hand over your mouth for thirty seconds before continuing, but otherwise going straight there. You sit on her couch automatically.
‘Shirt,’ she says.
You pull it off and give it to her. She pulls a water bottle out of her sylladex and wets a bit of it. She wipes your face clean with quick, gentle movements.
‘You could be a nurse,’ you tell her.
She smiles slightly as she finishes up. She pulls her dress off too, you did get blood on it after all. You immediately force yourself to look at her wall. Huh, she’s stuck up some of your comics. This is suddenly fascinating.
You jump when she throws a jumper at you. It’s one of yours. Oh thank god, she has clothes on again.
‘Did you steal this?’
‘Technically you left it in my room and I neglected to return it,’ she says. ‘It’s soft and huge, okay? Sometimes it’s nice to be in a jumper that’s too big!’
You pull it on. It is soft, but it’s a little too small for you now. Damn growth spurt.
‘I think this one’s yours now,’ you sigh.
Rose grins at you. She sits next to you on the couch and then pushes you around until you’re lying on your back with your arm around her and her head is on your chest. She’s sort of on her side, so you automatically shift your legs over the top of hers. This might be the most comfortable cuddle position you can imagine.
‘I saw you three hours ago. Tell me what happened between then and now to make you sad.’
You suck in a huge breath and let it out again.
‘How much detail is too weird?’ you ask.
‘We’ve never been traditional siblings,’ she says. ‘I’m fairly sure I analysed your first sex dream. Do as much detail as you’re comfortable with.’
‘Not my first ,’ you mutter. ‘Okay, well, we were making out, right, and then his tentadick moved and I was a little surprised which made him a little surprised at the non-moving-ness of my dick so we thought we would maybe not dive straight into things. And then I completely abandoned that idea and sucked him off.’ You pause, just to see if she’s going to react. She doesn’t. ‘And then he jerked me off. And then we were lyin’ in bed and he was like “I want you but I don’t know about this” and I was like “hey, I’m feelin’ pretty vulnerable, how about you just fuckin’ choose one way or another” and he was being all quiet and not choosing … you know, me , and I realised that I was wearing this shirt and that I needed to go back into the past and I didn’t want to be there anymore, so I left.’
‘So … Karkat might still be in your bed right now?’
You hadn’t considered the possibility that he might stay. No, that’s insane. He wouldn’t stay. If he was going to choose you, he would have chosen you. He only didn’t reject you outright because he didn’t want to hurt your feelings. Right?
‘Pretty sure he would have bailed by now,’ you say.
Rose taps her finger on your chest thoughtfully.
‘Want me to message him and ask?’
God. You have no idea.
‘Want me to go over there and beat him up?’ she asks.
You actually hesitate, like a monster.
‘No,’ you say.
‘Here’s the thing. We fit in a very standard moirail template. I am prone to violent game destroying tendencies and have been known to act vicious on occasion. You fight when you have to, but otherwise go with the flow. You can calm me down, I can protect you. I’m fairly sure it is my job to take my Thorns of Oglogoth and make him regret ever crawling out of the caves he was hatched in.’
You stroke her on the cheek with an exaggerated gesture. She snorts in amusement at the blatant pap.
‘Rose, what do I do? You said I should be pale with him and I know I fucked up wrong quadrant style but he was into that and I don’t know how go just be pale with him. I don’t know how to be anything with him after today, I just don’t know …’
She rubs her cheek against your chest like a cat. It’s actually hella calming. You stroke her hair.
‘If this is too much, don’t do it. I’ll … talk to Vriska. There’s more than one way to get rid of Gamzee and help Karkat.’
‘Well that sounds all sorts of ominous, sis,’ you say.
She hums in agreement. You hug her closer.
Pale is exactly how you feel about her. You feel a rude amount of affection for her, just like a crazy soft feeling. You don’t even know how to compare it to anything, you’ve never been as close to anyone. And it’s so …
God, this is how you’re supposed to feel about family, isn’t it. You just didn’t have that.
Well, fuck you, Bro. You got it now. And you’re fucking stronger for it, not weaker. You would both fight to the death for each other.
‘I love you,’ you tell her.
She clutches you so tight. Your heart is in your throat.
‘I love you too,’ she whispers. ‘I love you so much, Dave.’
You can’t get closer to her, but you try. It hurts how much you love her. It hurts in the best possible way.
You honestly don’t know how you got by before you had Seer of Light powers. Everything about this game has been wonderfully intuitive, your visions of fortune no less than flying, for instance. And they make finding Karkat so easy. You corner him in an out of the way laboratory, sulking in the corner with his strangely maybe-alive laptop.
‘Hello Karkat,’ you say pleasantly.
‘Hey,’ he says.
‘Don’t “hey” me, I’m extremely annoyed with you.’
Ah. It seems that spending every waking moment with Dave for the last two weeks (or three, who can tell) has robbed you of all your cool.
Karkat’s eyebrows disappear into his insane hair.
You consider biting your tongue for all of a second and a half. But you really do want to just rant at him for a bit.
‘I haven’t been able to get even a moment’s peace in weeks, he spent the last week “experimenting” with whether his godtier powers would clean him as well as his clothes, turns out that they do but he really had to push it, which let me tell you, teenage boy pushing how long he can go without washing himself is not wonderful company, and today! Karkat, I told him I wouldn’t do pushups and he made me do his entire workout with him because he had energy to burn after doing nothing for a week but watch movies and get cheeto dust on everything and now he’s abandoned me in my incredible pain and affront to hang out with my —with Kanaya because apparently I don’t know the meaning of the word “pamper” and they’re making “a day of it”.’
You stop and take some breaths. You may need them.
‘It is remarkable bullshit, Karkat, it is just the most remarkable horned-hoofbeast excrement.’
Karkat closes his laptop lid.
‘Why on earth does any of that horned-hoofbeast excrement make you annoyed with me ?’ he asks.
‘Because apparently that’s how he deals with heartbreak and you broke his heart,’ you say, crossing your arms.
You don’t actually like standing over him, so you sink to the floor, crossing your legs. You use your flight powers to do this smoothly.
After spending so much time with Dave, you like to think you’ve become quite good at reading minute changes to facial expression. You do not have to employ this talent with Karkat. He sure does use his whole face.
First, you see defiance. He doesn’t like that you’re confronting him and he’s on the defensive. Then, fear? Sadness, certainly. He settles there, his mouth turned down, his eyes puppy-dog miserable.
‘He left me,’ Karkat mutters. ‘I know I fucked up, but he left me .’
‘Yes, well. Could you not have messaged him? Ever actually responded to any of the things he said?’
‘He told you?’ Karkat demands, his expression furious.
‘I am his moirail,’ you say, straightening your spine. ‘If he did not tell me, he would explode. He needs to confide in someone , Karkat. His efforts to gain emotional vulnerability with you have been rejected, on multiple occasions. For one such as my brother, who has already been conditioned to believe that emotions are a weakness, who has been …’
You stop yourself. You want to shove Dave’s past in Karkat’s face, to say, how could you not love him when he deserves so much more than he has gotten , but you won’t. They aren’t your stories to tell. Hell, he hasn’t even told you them. You don’t know specifics, you’ve just drawn a picture around the holes in what he’s willing to tell you. On what’s too painful to tell you. Considering what he doesn’t find too painful to tell you, you would give rather a lot to have his “brother” at your mercy. You would keep him alive for thirteen years, repay him for every day he inflicted himself on Dave. His alternate self better watch his fucking step when you arrive, that’s for fucking sure.
You take a deep breath. Calm yourself. You watch with dispassionate interest as your fingers are bleached of the inky blackness you associate with grimdarkness. It’s an easy state for you to go into. You look up at Karkat, to gauge his reaction, to see what he thinks of your flirtation with such powerful forces.
He looks scared again. Good. You would be no moirail at all if you couldn’t scare anyone.
‘The way I see it,’ you say, as if nothing has happened. ‘You kissed him, he reciprocated and then you promised to message him and never did. You tell him to erase the memory from his mind, and then an hour later kiss him again. At some point around this he does everything he can to woo you. Well, actually, I think he wanted to win you over long before this, but who can tell? Because you avoid him for a while and then make it quite clear that you still have feelings for him. And then, you …’
You take another deep breath.
‘We humans attach a certain significance to our virginity. Now, despite his evasions, despite what now-dead Earth misogynists had to say on the matter of what counts, he counts that as losing his virginity. He gave you that gift. Is this a troll concept? A first pail, perhaps, regardless of drones, treasured as a milestone, as a moment of consequence , that can never be done for the first time again?’
Karkat isn’t looking you in the eyes, but he nods.
‘Well. It is comforting when we prove ourselves more similar than alien. And, more significantly, he confesses his love for you.’
You pause here, until he looks you in the eye. You hope your expression is as serious as his mood.
‘You know what love is,’ you say. ‘I know you do. I’ve heard you use the word. I understand that our concepts of romance differ, but you know what that meant. He could count the number of times he has been told he is loved on his fingers, and almost all are from me.’
This time you allow your fury to coat your skin entirely before you let it wash away again. 26 years of torture, perhaps, to allow the lessons to sink in. After all, an adult would have more tolerance than a child.
‘I would never imply that you should tell him you love him without feeling that way honestly. Or that you should feel love for him because he has had an unfortunate past. But he doesn’t know whether to give up on you or not and is basically going through life determined to distract himself from you and it’s now resulting in me having to exercise .’
You have now finished with your point and am perfectly capable of waiting in silence until Karkat defends himself. You wonder if it’s worth pulling your knitting out.
He scrunches his eyebrows together and rubs at his temples, then his hornbeds. He meets your eye and grimaces.
‘I know you’re his moirail …’ he says. ‘But I can trust you to keep this between us, right? He wouldn’t want you coming directly to me anyway and …’
‘I won’t say a word unless I believe that harm will come to someone if I do not,’ you say.
He nods. Frowns again and then looks at you plaintively.
‘I love him too,’ he whispers. ‘I pity him so much that it hurts . It feels right when I’m with him, everything feels simple when it’s just the two of us in the room and he flips me pitch like a motherfucking flat, sweet breakfast disk. He’s perfect. But …’
He blinks furiously, staring at the ceiling. Oh no. Is he going to cry? You are not equipped to deal with any tears, not your own, not Dave’s, certainly not anyone else’s. Should you hug him? You have hugged precisely two people in your life, your mother and Dave. You nearly hugged Kanaya once, but you made a tactical retreat instead.
‘I love Gamzee,’ he says, and his voice is so quiet you can barely hear him. You feel like he’s being very vulnerable with you right now and also like you are the last person anyone should ever be vulnerable with. You don’t know what to do with your hands. What do people do with their hands??
‘I love Gamzee so much and our moirallegiance was written in the stars and I feel like I’m being forced to choose between them but I can’t , it’s two different kinds of love and I don’t know what to do because I’m meant to be with Gamzee and Dave isn’t even a troll and I’m such a freak for even wanting him in the first place and I am so fucking messed up, Rose, I am not okay and I need a moirail, I need Gamzee, it doesn’t matter how much I love Dave, it’s fucking irrelevant …’
Well that’s enough of that. You shift so that you’re next to him and put one arm around his shoulders and drag him into a hug. With the other you grab his hand and rub soothing circles into his palm like you do for Dave sometimes. He’s tense as anything, but you awkwardly massage his hand and his shoulder until he starts to relax.
‘I thought the basis of your superiority in the ways of romance was that you could were by default polyamorous,’ you say, very careful to keep your voice neutral.
‘What, you think because we can have multiple partners that means they never conflict? Especially …’ he trails off.
‘Especially,’ you prompt, nudging him slightly.
He’s so small and warm. You like it. He’s like a giant cat. You do love your cuddles with Dave that have become semi-frequent (less so when he is experimenting with hygiene), but he does seem to have more bones than is strictly necessary for the standard person. Karkat is soft and he isn’t even hugging you back but it’s nice.
Maybe you should take a leaf out of Dave’s book and pretend like you’re more comfortable with hugs than you are, cash in on this kind of nice intimacy without revealing how it makes you freak the fuck out.
‘Especially because if I deserved Gamzee any less it would probably create a black hole. I don’t know how, just in general rebellion of impossibility.’
You bite your tongue on an automatic denial.
‘Please walk me through your logic,’ you say.
He peeks up at you, yellow eyes almost glowing in the dark room, his entire being a mess of dark curls and tiny horns and adorableness. You have a strong urge to put him in your pocket and keep him there, despite the obvious problems that a) he’s actually larger than you and b) he would never consent to being carried around in your pocket.
‘I don’t know how much is going to make sense to you,’ he says.
‘I would think that is a good thing. Perhaps it will force you to see the flaws inherent in your social system. Like how Dave no longer says “like a girl” when he means “like a weakling”.’
Karkat chews at his bottom lip quietly. You haven’t really known him to be so quiet for so long before. He is a noisy creature. He can’t enter a room without knocking something over and before today you didn’t realise he was capable of talking at a moderate volume, let alone whispering.
‘Okay, so let’s get the classist stuff out of the way, because that’s a factor,’ Karkat says. ‘He’s an indigoblood. I’m not even on the fucking spectrum but at best I could hope for a rustblood, right. He is so far above me it isn’t even funny. It’s like in your human Cinderella, except instead of a peasant girl, Cinderella isn’t even a human, she’s some gross slug creature, and the prince is a million times more deadly and wonderful.’
‘Wow,’ you say.
‘I know it doesn’t necessarily matter as much now, but we can’t completely separate who we are now from how we were raised so …’
‘Karkat, I’m not judging you. But I think you probably look at how strongly you phrased that.’
Karkat nods. He doesn’t blush or try and hide behind anything. You think he probably is so used to using strong euphemisms for things that this didn’t even rate.
‘There’s more to it than that,’ he says. ‘He’s … God, what kind of gossiping wriggler am I even? He’s total pale-bait. He has this huge potential to wreck everyone’s shit, but he’s this incredible softie as well. Like, I can’t even deal with the fact that he’s with me. He’s amazing.’
‘So not only is the prince a prince , he’s also a hottie with a body and a charming personality, is that what you’re saying?’
Karkat makes a face at you, but then nods.
‘I’m really fucking scared, Rose. I’m really scared he’ll leave me and I’ll be even more of a piece of shit mess and I’m really scared I’m gonna distract Dave because apparently he’s going to be the one to fight the big bad and I’m just a fucking wiggler .’
He’s still not crying, but he sounds close to it. You squeeze his arm, hoping that might help. He doesn’t even seem like Karkat right now. He’s … broken. Absolutely shattered into pieces, and all because of his stupid clown.
You cannot believe you have been so stupid. Actually, you are from Earth and don’t have the correct background at all and you still figured it out first. You’re amazing. You can’t believe Vriska has been so stupid.
‘Karkat, it’s going to be okay,’ you say. ‘Take it from a literal god of knowing things, you’re going to get through this and you’re going to be strong and happy and loved.’
He looks at you with a mixture of exasperation, sadness and hope. You have no idea how he manages to be so expressive. You kind of want to kiss his nubby little horn affectionately, but you don’t think that would go down well. Kanaya is very protective of her horns.
‘Is there a reason that you’re here and not in your room?’
‘This is where I saw Gamzee last …’
You sigh slightly.
‘You look exhausted. Let’s get you to your ‘coon.’
Karkat puts up a predictable but half hearted fuss. He must be tired. You tidy his room while he brushes his teeth and he yells at you but then thanks you and before you know it he’s taking his shirt off and you turn away to give him the privacy he did not ask for so he can hop into his recuperacoon.
Your internal Dave laughs at your prudishness and also at your failure to indulge your curiosity on alien anatomy, but he’s quiet compared to the rest of you.
‘Are you planning on staying in my block with me forever?’ Karkat snarks at you.
You turn to see him holding his chin on the edge of his ‘coon. There is green sopor on his cheek.
‘I can, if you would like some company,’ you say as if he wasn’t being a sarcastic shit.
He just lowers himself until you can only see his glaring eyes and wild hair.
You smile at him and then see yourself out.
You didn’t want to make him feel like you were trying to get rid of him, and you don’t think you did. That would be the worst case scenario, given how vulnerable he just was with you. But you really do need to get to Vriska right away. And probably Terezi. You resist the urge to grit your teeth.
Instead you close your eyes to see which path will take you to the Scourge Sisters quickest. You fly to the roof, because it’s quicker, and because you’re good at it. They’re often on the roof, watching out for dream bubbles. You think they both prefer the illusion of space that does not come from the cramped laboratories of the meteor. It’s a different kind of dark on the roof than it is inside. Inside it’s like whoever designed the building was unaware that scientists like to see what they’re working on and thought they’d prefer a bleak atmosphere generated by not quite enough fluorescent white light bulbs. On the roof the glow of dream bubbles creates enough light to see and does so in a colourful and warm way.
Terezi and Vriska are holding hands, legs dangling off the edge of the meteor. Neither looks your way when you step onto the roof. You know they have excellent hearing. You cough politely to get their attention.
They continue to ignore you.
‘Ladies,’ you say.
Vriska turns to you.
‘Oh, hey Lalonde. Fuck off, will you?’
‘No, I don’t think I will.’ You think your voice is mostly calm. You aren’t quite sure.
Vriska sighs and turns around. She gives you her craziest grin, one you know is supposed to be threatening. It does show a lot of teeth off.
‘What is soooooooo urgent that you can’t wait to tell me in our meeting in a couple days?’
‘I need you to either either allow Kanaya to execute Gamzee or lock him up. Now.’
That gets their attention. Terezi turns around too, wiping teal tears from her cheeks.
‘What’s he done?’ she asks.
‘I believe he’s been using his chucklevoodoos on Karkat,’ you say.
‘They’re moirails,’ Vriska protests. ‘No one would do that, not even him.’
You walk up to them and then crouch so that you can look Vriska dead on in the eyes.
‘Not every relationship is healthy. We have suspected that this one has been flirting with emotionally abusive for some time. A few months ago Karkat turned up with bruises from a careless-with-his-strength Gamzee. After I confronted him about it, he hasn’t shown any further sign. I do not believe that means that he has not been hurt again. I have just talked to him frankly and the one thing he repeated was that he was scared . I do not know how your troll psionics work, but I believe that Gamzee has infected Karkat’s mind so that he truly fears the deterioration of an unhealthy relationship more than anything else. And we are all facing the very real threat of death in less than a year. So. Let Kanaya kill him. Or let me kill him. Or keep him locked up.’
You rock back on your heels and cock your head to the side to wait for her response.
‘He wouldn’t ,’ Vriska insists.
You roll your eyes.
You suppose you don’t need permission to kill him. It just would have been nice. Less disruptive. But since when are you about less disruptive?
‘Wait,’ Terezi says. ‘I can check. I can See. Where’s Karkat now?’
‘In his ‘coon,’ you say.
‘Perfect. He can’t complain about it if he’s unconscious.’
‘This is ridiculous,’ Vriska complains. ‘If you’re pale for someone you can’t hurt them, that goes completely against …’
‘Your mom loved you,’ Terezi says quietly. ‘She hurt you.’
For a moment you think she’s talking to you. But she’s looking at Vriska.
Vriska looks like she wants to argue some more, but you stand and offer your hand to Terezi. She takes it and you pull her up.
‘We’re just going to see if Rose is right,’ Terezi says. ‘We won’t do anything about Makara until we’ve spoken to you.’
Vriska nods without looking up.
Terezi pulls you from the roof and down the stairs. You don’t like that she has her arm hooked around yours, but you don’t protest. You’re not quite sure why you don’t like Terezi. Does there have to be a reason for everything? She’s just grating. Her happiness feels forced and she’s just too kooky. You also don’t like how she’s been so distant with Dave or how he spends so much time making things for her and she rarely returns the favour. You still feel you might as well make an effort.
‘We haven’t talked much,’ you say. ‘That’s strange, isn’t it?’
‘No,’ Terezi says shortly. ‘Not considering you’ve basically been avoiding me.’
‘This is why no one likes Seers,’ you point out.
She huffs a little breath and says nothing. You get the impression she would roll her eyes if she had pupils to roll. As it is, she does a perfectly fine job communicating her exasperation.
‘It’s fine,’ she says after 30 seconds of silent walking. ‘I’ve been avoiding you, too.’
You have no idea what to say to that.
‘Did you get along with Jade?’ she asks.
‘Yes. I love Jade.’
Well, no. You found her silly. Too girlish. You weren’t quite sure how she managed to both be supremely capable of handling herself on Hellmurder Island and also give the impression that she would need help tying her own shoelaces, but she did. Dave used to fantasise about saving her. Frequently. No one fantasised about saving you. Rose Lalonde can save her own damn self.
Of course, once you got to know her better you realised she wasn’t putting the silliness on, she just used it to cope with loneliness and the very real possibility of death or injury. She was convinced she would live to see the game, but she could still get hurt.
You’re glad she and John are together on that ship. You hope they’re having an obscene amount of fun. God you miss them.
‘Are you reading my mind?’ you ask Terezi.
‘No!’ she growls. ‘I just think that sometimes girls like you and girls like me are pitted against each other and it’s hard to work past that.’
‘Fuck,’ you say. ‘You’re right. Let me think on that, please.’
Terezi shrugs like she doesn’t care. She still has her arm hooked around yours but you don’t mind it so much now. And thank fuck, you’re at Karkat’s room.
Terezi doesn’t hesitate at the door, but she is mercifully quiet. You both freeze when you see what’s inside.
Gamzee is staring at the two of you with wide, surprised eyes, his hand on Karkat’s ‘coon.
You’re neck deep in this sopor and mud hybrid concoction that Kanaya swears does incredible things for her skin as she sits on her toilet and reads you Twilight . The human version. You never read it on Earth but Rose managed to alchemise it and Kanaya thought it might be more relaxing than a troll novel. You have no reason to be embarrassed because there's no one to judge you. And besides. It's supremely ironic to be read Twilight by an actual real life alien vampire.
You’re not going to force yourself to hate this. You’re not entirely sure you’ll be willing to admit it to anyone if you end up liking it, but you refuse to force yourself to hate something because you thought you were too cool for it back when there were other people to say that reading a book that girls liked made you less cool.
Your phone plays Terezi’s Pesterchum notification, a recording of her screeching “H3Y!” You're not quite sure how she makes the three audible, but she does.
‘Should you look at that?’ Kanaya asks.
You groan and sink a little deeper into the tub. You're very close to relaxed and you're enjoying just having some quality Kanaya time. Rose never wants to do things like take sopor-mud baths or come up with new suit combos or talk about what animal you would have a baby with if you had to choose.
You don’t want to deal with Terezi when you’re feeling somewhat good for the first time in a while. Your phone screeches again. Three more times.
‘I can look at it and tell you if it’s important.’
‘It won’t be,’ you say. ‘But yeah, do you mind?’ You pull your hands from the tub and smile at the weird noise it makes. It sticks to your skin, which baffled Kanaya because it just schlopped straight off hers.
You nearly jump halfway to the ceiling when a future Dave opens the door without warning.
‘What the fuck, dude?’
‘We need to go,’ Kanaya says.
‘I’m on towel duty,’ future Dave says.
Oh. Yeah. You don’t know what your plan was for getting out of this without Kanaya’s help. You certainly weren’t planning on rushing the process.
‘What’s going on?’
‘Shit’s going down.’
Kanaya walks out the door, but leaves it open so she can read the message out loud.
‘Dave, Gamzee’s been putting the fear on Karkat and Rose wants to kill him. I need your help. I tried papping her but it didn’t do shit, what even are humans? This is from Terezi, by the way. She also did her face but it is sad. Dave, could you hurry with the drying of other Dave, this is quite a situation, I think.’
Your future self stops scraping the sopor-mud off your arms to glare in Kanaya’s direction over his shades for a moment before going back to it.
‘Text her back, say, “we’re on our way and tell Rose to chill”. You got any input?’ you ask future Dave.
‘I left my Kanaya in the hallway, gonna be gone half a second her time. And when this bullshit is done we are doing this again without the stressy departure, I was really enjoying this weird goo bath.’
You nod in agreement.
‘Maybe I should shower? Would that help?’
‘But the goo in the tub …’
Future Dave picks up the towel he abandoned after it got covered in gunk and wets it in the sink before tossing it to you.
‘Pause time, bro, this is ridic,’ you say.
He pulls out his timetables and holds time still. Of course, now he can’t help you get clean. Although you weren’t super comfy with that to begin with. If Rose had your powers, you can see her getting on suspiciously well with her alternate selves. You’re supremely glad you’ll never have to see that.
You shake off as much goo as you can and step out onto Kanaya’s bathmat. Future Dave’s mouth twitches in amusement. You’re sure you’ll find it funny when it almost isn’t happening to you. Apparently schadenfreude still applies when it’s an alternative version of yourself. By the time you are clean, though, he’s no longer smiling. He’s sweating with the effort of keeping time still. Time doesn’t want to be still, and you’ve found that the further you travel on this meteor, the less it wants to bend for you. He still waits until you’re dressed to relax his fingers on his timetables.
He takes his shades off to wipe away the sweat on his face with his forearm. You feel vaguely uncomfortable watching him do it, even though only a month ago you rarely wore yours. You haven’t taken them of in weeks, even reverting to sleeping in them like you used to when Bro was home. You’re sure Rose has a lot to say about this, especially since you’ve barely left her side since … everything, but she’s been surprisingly tactful.
You have no idea how she has managed to get herself into bigger drama the second you left her alone. If the roles were reversed and she was clinging to you, you’d be taking advantage of alone time, not uncovering juggalo crimes with Terezi.
‘You cool?’ you ask Future Dave.
‘Yeah. I’m just gonna catch my breath before I go back and take over. I came back just outside the common room, kay?’
You nod, pat him on the shoulder awkwardly and leave the bathroom. When you and Kanaya walk past the common room, you go back in time and see things from his perspective. With such a small loop, nothing surprises you and it’s kind of nice to use your powers without feeling like your own bitch. You don’t think you’ll ever be as comfortable with them as Rose is with hers, but you’re hopeful that you might be able to scurry up from “reluctantly competent” on the new godtier echeladder.
You take your time walking back to the common room, sipping water, and then pop back to just after you left. You hook your arm through Kanaya’s and she jumps at your apparent teleportation to like a foot behind where you were.
‘That was quick,’ she says.
‘Babe, I love you, but you’re never gonna get my time bullshit. Let’s go.’
Kanaya leans on you as you walk, something that took you a bit to get used to because when you hold Rose’s hand or arm it is exactly like walking next to her except you’re touching. Kanaya makes it almost into a walking hug, which is nice. You press your cheek into her horn so that she doesn’t accidentally stab you with it.
‘How worried do you think we should be?’ you ask.
‘I’m not sure Gamzee can be killed and if he can, he deserves it. Terezi might try to resolve things peacefully, but if it came down to it I believe she would defend Rose. I am … barely worried.’
You’re basically walking as fast as you can without running, keeping pace with Kanaya’s quick strides, so you suppose that will have to do. It doesn’t take long to get to Karkat’s room.
You can’t help it, you laugh.
Because Gamzee is tied up in an actual real life bra, and Terezi is sitting on Rose’s back, who is crushed into the floor with her arms pinned underneath her. Karkat is blearily blinking, covered in sopor and only his face and hands poking out of his recuperacoon.
‘What the fuck, guys?’ you manage to ask through your laughter.
‘I HAVE THE SITUATION UNDER CONTROL!’ Terezi tells you.
‘Excellent,’ Kanaya says. ‘Well, now that that mystery has been solved, Dave and I were just about to get to the vampire family’s reveal. We have barely started and obviously that takes precedence over … this.’
Kanaya actually tries to steer you out of the room. You admire her commitment to the bit.
‘Can you get off my sister, please?’ you ask Terezi. ‘Are you okay?’
Rose makes a very displeased groaning sound.
‘THE LEGISLACERATOR IS NOT CONVINCED THAT MISS ORANGE CREAMSICLE IS NO LONGER A THREAT!’
‘Dude, I’m her moirail, I got this! She swoons at my hands, all ready for papping, they’re like the calm-iest damn hands, aren’t they, Rose?’
Rose makes an even more annoyed noise. You try and fail to keep your face straight.
‘How did you manage to get the drop on Rose?’ Kanaya asks.
‘SHE IS REALLY QUITE WEAK AT HAND TO HAND AND SHE DIDN’T WANT TO KILL ME WITH HER MAGIC WANDS.’
You laugh again. Rose challenged you to an arm wrestle last week. It’s like she has no idea how incredibly not strong she is. You have no trouble believing that Terezi could wrestle her to the ground.
‘What’s the deal with Gamzee?’ you ask.
‘I got him,’ Karkat grumbles.
You look at him, and he drags himself enough out of his ‘coon to pap down Gamzee’s face before sinking back in. You spend a normal amount of time staring at him. Bare chest. Is he naked. It doesn’t matter if he’s naked. But is he naked, though. That’s not the issue, here. You eye Gamzee suspiciously instead and see that he has a strange glazed over look over his face that you associate with weed. You look at the ridiculous blue bra that is pinning his arms behind his back. Surely he could break through that. You have no idea how strong bras are. You assume that’s what Karkat meant, he’s got him all placid on moirail paps.
Rose is the most pressing problem. She’s probably digging that. Or she would be, if she wasn’t being sat on.
‘Okay, I really gotta insist you get off her,’ you say to Terezi.
‘WHAT ASSURANCES CAN YOU OFFER THAT SHE WON’T FLIP OUT AGAIN?’
You shove at Terezi’s shoulder and she falls off Rose. You pull Rose up and behind you. She takes deep breaths and you can practically feel her glaring at Terezi even without looking at her.
‘I am suing you for emotional damages,’ Kanaya tells Terezi. ‘We were having a nice day.’
You punch Kanaya in the shoulder. You can’t believe you’re forced into being the rational one here.
‘What’s going on?’ you ask.
‘COURT IS ADJOURNED FOR NOW! IT WILL BE RESUMED IN AN HOUR IN THE COMMON ROOM!’
‘Rez, just tell me what’s going on.’
‘THE DEFENDANT IS IN AN ALTERED STATE AND THE VICTIM IS IN A NAKED STATE. THE COURT IS ADJOURNED FOR NOW!’
‘What impenetrable logic,’ Kanaya says. ‘Dibs on executioner.’
‘YOUR DIBS ARE NOTED.’
With that, Kanaya grabs you and Rose and pulls you out of the room. You put your arm around Rose and she glares up at you.
‘You cool?’ you ask.
‘No,’ she grumbles. ‘Terezi is really strong, okay, she’s a troll. It’s not that I’m weak. And also, you’re strong, you work out and everything. When we meet up with John and Jade, I’ll probably be stronger than them.’
‘Jade literally spent her days swinging on jungle vines and running around shooting stuff and John’s massive. I don’t like your chances. Someone’s gotta be the weakest.’
Rose folds her arms across her chest.
‘Maybe I’ll start doing weights.’
‘Rose, we both know you’re not going to start doing weights.’
Kanaya eggs both you and Rose on in turns until everyone else joins you in the common room. Vriska has Gamzee under her psionics.
They make you go to the table rather than sit on the couch. You kind of thought it might be nice to have some casualness about the whole thing, but literally no one else agrees with you. You sit in between Rose and Kanaya on one side of the table and on the other Vriska and Terezi sit next to each other with Gamzee and Karkat on either sides of them. Vriska lets go of her control on Gamzee and he jumps to his feet, club equipped.
‘Gamzee, if you do not stay and represent yourself, the court will be forced to look on the evidence without your testimony and it is unlikely it will come upon a favourable outcome!’ Terezi says.
Gamzee freezes and blinks slowly.
‘Sit down, you ridiculous giraffe,’ Karkat says. ‘The sooner we clear this up, the better. It’s all a bigger load of shit than the contents of our entire communal loadgapers.’
Gamzee sits down hesitantly. Terezi nods solemnly. She isn’t having fun with this, you realise. She’s taking it seriously.
‘The charges are as follows,’ she says. ‘That the accused, Gamzee Makara, has, intentionally and maliciously, been infecting Karkat Vantas with his fear based psionics, also known as chucklevoodoos. How does the accused plead?’
Gamzee stares at Terezi.
‘That’s you, Gamzee. Did you do that?’ Kanaya asks.
‘I don’t understand,’ he says.
‘Ha! Who here is surprised by that? Gamzee, did you put fear in Karkat’s head or not?’
Gamzee shakes his head.
‘No, I don’t even have that kind of wicked knowledge of how to do that in my pan? I ain’t blessed with psionics, not like you, sis.’
‘Woah, dude, that’s not right,’ you say. ‘I can’t pretend like I’ve remembered every bullshit trolling attempt you fuckers did on us before you realised that we got played by the game just as much as you, but I fucking remember you. I remember you telling me that you were gonna kill them all and that it was my fault. And that ‘cause I … did whatever, we won’t talk about shit and risk pissing you off, okay man? But you said you used that chucklevoodoos shit on me and my friends.’
‘Interesting counterpoint from witness Strider!’
‘I don’t remember …’
You huff out a sigh of frustration.
‘I wouldn’t remember either, but we had, like, the best rap off about it. It fucking stuck in my head. I told you you reminded me of the babe and you didn’t get my reference, it was fucking memorable.’
Rose pats your hand.
‘Gamzee doesn’t remember specifics from … that time,’ Karkat says.
Kanaya leans into you slightly and you pat her hand. You shake your head slightly so you can look over your shades at Rose and then look meaningfully at Kanaya, like, wanna help me out here . Rose looks at you blankly. She understands. She’s just gonna let you keep being the comforter. Bitch. You glare at her and then slowly push your shades back into place with your middle finger.
You look back at Terezi and raise your eyebrow at her. She’s tapping her nail on the table.
‘Okay, that solves nothing,’ she says. ‘Gamzee, you do have chucklevoodoos and you have used them. That’s not the matter we are debating. We’re debating whether you have used them deliberately and maliciously on Karkat.’
Gamzee shakes his head. He kind of looks like a mess. His facepaint is smeared in places and his hair is matted together in places.
‘Okay, evidence for submission: Rose Lalonde brought her suspicions to the court this morning. What lead you to this, Seer?’
Rose tucks her hair behind her ear even though her headband seems to be doing that for her and sits up a little straighter.
‘Karkat and I were having a discussion. I do not wish to relay the particulars. Suffice to say, he convinced me that he was in a state of fear and I did not believe that it was a natural fear or at a level appropriate to the situation. I believe that this is a product of Gamzee using his powers.’ She turns to Gamzee and looks him directly in his eyes.
‘I believe that he did this on purpose and in order to destabilise Karkat. I believe his intent is to sabotage our session and also get revenge on Dave. I believe he is a risk that you have failed to neutralise and that he should be eliminated.’
For several seconds after Rose’s speech, no one speaks. No one breathes. You wish this was one of those situations in one of Karkat’s movies where you could drag her away for a dramatic papping, but even though she is absolutely furious, she’s in control. She’s not lashing out. There’s no magic move to stop her from thinking this way.
You lace your fingers with hers, just in case that’s what you’re supposed to do. Cool. Holding hands with two girls who want to do a murder. Cool. Everything’s fine.
‘Thank you,’ Terezi says. She doesn’t sound super grateful. She sounds a little nervous, actually. You don’t blame her. You know Rose freaks her out with her could-be-highblood eyes and general unapproachability.
‘Of course, belief is not admissible as evidence, but it is appreciated! Following Rose’s report this morning, I, Terezi Pyrope, escorted the Seer to Karkat’s room. I thought I might be able to use my Seer of Mind powers to identify the kind of thing that Rose was suspicious of. When we arrived, we found the accused already in the room, which was very … suspicious.’
Terezi shakes herself slightly. Vriska bumps her with her shoulder.
‘At the time, a conflict broke out, so I was unable to examine Karkat’s mind. Can I do that now?’
You’ve been avoiding looking at Karkat pretty much the whole time. You’ve still glanced at him, because apparently you hate yourself, but you haven’t looked at him properly. You have no idea how he’s taking this. You’re looking at him now.
He looks defiant and you love him so much.
Ah, fuck, where did that thought come from? You’ve spent the last couple of weeks trying to get over him and then he just looks like that and you don’t care? You just love him. You just love him and you want to … you’re not even sure what you want to do.
‘Gamzee wouldn’t do that.’
‘So prove it ,’ Terezi hisses.
‘Look in my head, law-sis. Don’t be doin’ Karkat shame like that, it’s my problem, put your looking at me,’ Gamzee says.
Terezi glances around the table before walking to Gamzee and placing her hands on either side of his forehead. He closes his eyes.
Vriska takes her dice out from her sylladex and leans over to Karkat.
‘If he drives her insane in there, I’ll literally eat his flesh and start from his toes so that he can watch me shit him out.’
‘Kanaya, would you like to say something super creepy? It seems to be the thing to do today,’ you say.
Kanaya sighs and looks at your mournfully.
‘Maybe later, if the urge strikes.’
Terezi suddenly takes her hands away and stands up straight.
‘Case closed,’ she says.
‘Closed how?’ Karkat says.
‘Closed like my SHEATH!’ she cackles. ‘Vriska, come on.’
Terezi grabs Vriska and Gamzee by the hands and starts to drag them out of the room. You don’t think, you just flashstep in front of her.
‘Back off, Strider,’ she says.
‘You gotta announce your ruling, Pyrope,’ you say.
‘I rule that it’s closed!’
You stare at her shades and she presumably smells at yours. It’s the most pointless stare off in the history of paradox space. And then she tries to go past you. You roll your eyes before stepping in front of her again. Karkat joins you.
‘I DESERVE TO KNOW IF YOU’RE GOING TO CULL MY MOIRAIL,’ he shouts.
‘I’m taking him away from the ones who might !’ Terezi shouts back at him.
‘Rose is chill,’ you say.
You look over at Rose. She waves her hand from side to side as if to say ish . You suppress a smile of amusement. Not the time.
‘Come on, Rez, cut the bullshit and tell me what’s going on.’
‘He didn’t mean to,’ she whines.
Karkat freezes next to you. Rose takes her wands out. Kanaya puts lipstick on.
‘That is not cutting the bullshit,’ you tell her. ‘Plain words and fast. While the timeline still feels healthy.’
‘I didn’t do it,’ Gamzee insists.
You draw your sword and flick it to his neck.
‘Talkin’ to Terezi,’ you say. You nod at her to continue.
‘He can’t control his psionics yet. He’s doing it now! You’re all scared because he’s scared and you’re all “weapons out” douchebags when you’re scared! I was taking him away before this happened!’
Terezi gestures around. Literally everyone except for her and Gamzee has their weapon out. You see her point. You put your sword away, carefully and slowly. You take a deep breath. Not your nerves. Not your fear. Gamzee’s. It feels pretty fucking real.
‘What do we do.’
‘This, duh,’ Vriska says, holding her hand to her head.
The world goes black.