A/N: Ehemm. Well hello I'm rather new to Homestuck so I figured I'd introduce myself. I'm Xen and this will be my first story for the fandom! If you happen to know me by chance please don't kill me I swear I /am/ working on my other fics! *cringes* Anyways, this is kind of a prototype of a story I want to write so please leave me comments to let me know how I did!

The young man read the message on his screen and then re-read it just to make sure he had seen it right the first time. He had. Another five minutes spent just staring at his laptop, odd yellowish brown eyes wide, before strong fingers moved deftly over the keys.

AT: uH,, aRE YOU SURE,,,,

An almost instant reply popped up onto the messenger, text a dark blue.

AG: What do you mean, of course I'm fucking sure! It'll 8e a 8last, you'll see.

AT: o-Okay,,,,

AG: Quit fucking stuttering and open that 8ag I gave you a few days ago. Put on what's inside and do it fast! I'll 8e 8y to pick you up in five minutes.

AT: uM,, aLRIGHT

Tavros eyed said bag nervously where it leaned against the wall with his backpack. It had been shoved into his hands a few days prior by an excited Vriska with the strict instructions not to open it until given the signal. He'd been rather apprehensive about it since then, and now it seemed his fears had been well placed. Very well placed indeed as his girlfriend had done nothing short of order him to escort her to some Halloween party...

Now, Tavros wasn't exactly a social person...he tended to stutter and blush and just generally make a fool of himself when placed in public situations. Especially when around people he didn't know very well, which was, well, pretty much everywhere. And of course, Vriska knew this already. Still, she insisted on trying to 'make him a better person' as she put it, and dragged him into all kinds of uncomfortable situations as often as she possibly could. It was tedious and did nothing to help his anxiety, but he allowed it anyways, wary of her so called good intentions but trusting enough to let his paranoia go. After all, they'd been dating for several years now. She couldn't still have that same animosity towards him as when they first met, right? Of course not! She'd even said herself that it had been an attempt to hide the way she really felt towards him. Why anyone would ever feel that way about him, he'd never know, but he went along with it.

With a sigh, the eighteen year old wheeled his way over to the rather dreadful looking bag, though he knew it was only his mind making it look suddenly so insidious. It was just a plastic grocery bag, jeez...He picked it up anyways, pulling it into his lap. Vriska had said to be ready in five minutes, of which two had already been taken up simply sitting and staring nervously. He'd have to hurry to make sure he didn't leave her waiting. Being in a wheelchair didn't necessarily bother him all that much, but it did mean even mundane tasks required extra time and effort.

The accident had only happened a few years ago, too quick for him to remember much, too horrible for him to forget. It had left his legs twisted and mangled, useless and broken. The doctors had amputated both of them, directly above his knee on both sides, leaving him only rounded stubs and little chance for prosthetics. The above-knee ones required much more complicated technology, and as such were much more expensive. He didn't have a hope in the world. But, like he'd said, it was okay. He'd gotten used to the handicappedness.

A twitch of his mouth and then Tavros delved into the bag, almost scared to find out what was within. But...well, when it came to Vriska he never did have much of a choice. His hand emerged again, green fabric clasped between his fingers. It reveled itself to be a shirt, edges ragged and neck pulled down into a sloping V. A feathered hat followed it, the same dull green as the shirt and the teen's breath caught in his throat a little.

Aw yes. As hell fucking yes. Vriska had gotten him a Peter Pan costume. It didn't fix the fact that he would surely embarrass the hell out of himself tonight in front of at least a handful of people, but it did make him feel a little better. (See, she did care about him, providing him something he was comfortable with when going into an uncomfortable place) Peter Pan was like his fucking hero, silly and childish as it may be, and the costume made him immensely happy.

Miraculously, Tavros manage to dress himself before the sound of someone pounding on his front door echoed through his small apartment. It had involved much wriggling of hips and some avid concentration, but he'd managed as he always did. The pants were, of course, the only truly challenging part.

When he opened the door, Tavros was met with a face full of glitter dust that left him choking and gagging. Vriska, meanwhile, laughed her silly little head off, bent over at the waist and hands resting against her knees. Finding air eventually, Tavors laughed along with her, though it wasn't quite as boisterous. It was...funny he guessed?

A minute later and they'd died down, him to a nervous kind of giggle and her to short, bubbly outbursts. He used the opportunity to look her up and down, taking in her costume. A white dress hung nicely from her shoulders, low cut, and curved down nicely around her hips. It ended mid-thigh, revealing smooth, dark legs beneath. Behind her, two blue fairy wings arched up and away from her back, slightly opaque and looking like they'd gotten their own dose of glitter dust

Her hair, a dark ebony, lay in wavy ribbons around her face, down her shoulders, and across her chest. All of her makeup was done in a dark blue, matching the exact hue of her wings, including her lipstick. However, considering her makeup was always blue, this wasn't much of a surprise. Silver rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of her nose, bright blue eyes behind them, lined with guess what color, blue mascara and eyeliner. Tavros had to say she looked pretty damn good, plenty of rich olive skin revealed as usual, even if she wasn't an official character from the Peter Pan books or movies. (Obviously this was more important to him than the fact that she was hot as hell...sort of)

"Ready, fairy boy?" Her voice was smooth, if not a little over dramatic in her annunciation. The question soaked up more of the already limited good mood her boyfriend had left, leaving him feeling rather twitchy.

"Uh, don't you think it's um, t-too early for a Halloween p-party? Halloween isn't, uh, u-until next week," was his stammered response. His stuttering was always worse around her for some odd reason.

Vriska smacked him once upside the head with a loud "Nonsense!" before moving behind his wheelchair and pushing him away from the comfort of his home. Thankfully, his apartment was on the first floor of the complex and after locking his front door, it only took maneuvering through a few short hallways to get outside to Vriska'a waiting car.

She had a nasty habit (in his opinion) of attempting to make Tavros do everything for himself (to make him stronger, she said) but today she seemed to be feeling nice, or perhaps simply impatient, and helped him into her navy mustang, even folding his wheelchair and storing it in the backseat herself. Not that he hated doing things for himself, but she had a tendency to place some rather heavy expectations on his shoulders. Like somehow being able to climb the stairs in her house to her bedroom. He still hadn't been able to accomplish that one...

Before he could say anything about her behavior, she'd slipped into the driver's seat and they were off. Tavros was most certainly never a fan of her driving; the way she swerved in and out of traffic, speedometer ever climbing dangerously higher, and windows down so she could cuss people out as they passed by. Most of it was lost to the wind, but a well placed finger got the message across just fine. He didn't bother her while she was driving. It just seemed too risky.

The young man clutched his hat in one hand, and the appropriately named 'oh shit' handle of the car in his other. His coppery brown mohawk was being heavily tousled (more like body slammed) by air rushing into the car, the sting of it pulling a blush forward on his tan skin. Luckily, wherever they were headed wasn't but a few miles away, just on the outskirts of town. Tavros heard it long before he saw it, moving bodies, screaming voices, and of course, heavily beated music turned up to an insane level. By the time they pulled up to a rickety looking two story house, pool in the back and cars parked all over the front, he wasn't even sure what song was playing anymore. It was just noise, and yet most of the people he saw were dancing to it to their hearts content.

Vriska killed the engine, and she was moving around the car to open the passenger door when Tavros noticed for the first time the vibrant cherry red bra and thong combo she was wearing under her dress. He licked his lips lightly, attempting to avert his eyes but finding it a rather difficult task. Throughout all of their relationship, they'd never really progressed past a few chaste kisses and he duly wondered if this wasn't some kind of invitation to move things along. It was rather sudden if it was meant to be a signal though...I mean, Jesus they'd never even made out. Not that he hadn't thought of it on occasion, and he certainly wasn't some kind of prude, but honestly she'd never showed that much interest in him physically. He couldn't blame her, what with the accident his entire lower half was covered in scar tissue, sinewy and unattractive. She'd seen him once, on accident, and nothing had progressed since then. So that left the question; was the display for him? Probably not, but considering she dressed only slightly more modestly under normal circumstances he figured it was just her style and not really meant for anyone in particular. Some girls had a thing for pink or skirts or whatever...his had a taste for, um, sluttiness? No that was a bad way to put it. But what other word could describe it? A-love-for-showing-skin-and-giving-all-of-the-men- who-see-her-perpetual-hardons? Yeah, something like that.

Swallowing a lump in his throat, both from that thought and the fact that hell, she'd opened his door and was expecting him to get out and go join the party but didn't she usually ditch...oh yup, there she went. Vriska had stayed long enough to pull his wheelchair from the back seat, set it up and blow him a little kiss with a wink before she'd sashayed away, moving towards the house.

Tavros stared after her until she'd vanished from his view, half his mind observing the thong she wore (good god, her ass was nice) and the other half attempting to keep him from having some kind of panic attack. For several minutes he simply considered staying in the car all night before he sighed and awkwardly maneuvered himself into his chair. He'd never hear the end of it from Vriska if he stayed in there...so with a small swallow he closed the car door and set off for the great unknown of social disasters.

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~Xen