Isn't it everything you wanted? To be left alone, Karkat? In solitude and in thinking – wasn't that your goal all along? Now, why do we wait at the feet of the ones we know we cannot have? Why do we wait, so eager, to have our hearts broken? It's because we're all naïve. They belong to someone else, and you know this. You blame yourself for falling in love. It's no one's fault but your own. You've put yourself in such a situation. Everything in life… it isn't easy. Love is one of those trials that you can never overcome, no matter how far you go. Though, many long for it. You can't simply replace the person you would do so much for. It's a trap.
Karkat's snores echoed the congested room. When he turned, tiny honks from the horns were sounded – however, not enough to wake him up. Occasionally he would mutter small grunts or inane words, talking about the past, mostly. With a somehow-managed graceful frown, Terezi listened to all of the movements and sounds. This was the only indication of his thoughts as he was asleep, so she might as well try to decode them. This wasn't all she did, though. She was his protector. If anyone tried to disrupt his sleep, she would deter them from the area. Sometimes she was caught humming, Gamzee following the song as the noises moved through the vent. He would try to throw her off of the beat, but she never lost track.
Terezi sat with her dragon suit wrapped completely around her. It was fairly cold, especially when sitting on the metallic floor. "Hey," Karkat sighed in his sleep. He was in another memory, probably. His eyes were shut tight, as if he had to keep something out. Even though he wasn't conscious enough to understand, she responded with a lowly performed greeting, "Hello..." He smiled, but of course, Pyrope couldn't notice. Her heart ached once more, and she had nestled herself deeper within the red fabric. She wondered what he was dreaming about. He was asleep for quite a while; two days, almost.
She waited days by his side. She only accepted food and drink; taking the occasional nap by leaning on the pile. Of course, however, there were the visits by Gamzee Makara when he peeked through the vent's opening. Whenever he appeared, Terezi's heart jumped. Not only with familiarities attached to his scars, but utter fear of Karkat's wake. If he ever knew that they were kismesis… let's just say that it would be bad. Despite this, the purple-blood liked to play risk-taking games. She supposed it made things more interesting, but it was also very dangerous – needless to say.
One of Gamzee's showings was eminent, she realized, but she never thought that it would be at this moment. His face was shadowed before hopping clumsily out of the shaft. He approached her without hesitance, and dragged his feet loudly just to tick her off. She tried to steer him out the door, resorting to pushing on his chest with her shoulder and arm. He was unmoving. "Gamzee! Get out!" she whispered rigidly, reaching for her cane that she had laid on the floor.
"Come on, sis."
"I told you not to be loud around Karkat!"
"He's going to find out anyway."
Upon his previous statement, he laughed and watched as Terezi searched for her weapon that substituted for a guide. "Do you want to help, clown?" she growled lowly, sweeping her robe across the tiles in hopes that the item would get caught on it. She knew that he was possibly the worst source of assistance in this whole atmosphere, but she had no choice. At this point, she was thinking of just giving up – she could smell around well enough.
Little did she know, he was wielding the small cane. Compared to Gamzee, Pyrope seemed like a midget. Though not quite to that extent however, she was tall enough to make it to the base of his neck, excluding her horns. He was amused by her bliss and quiet tones. She didn't cease to hold fast to Karkat's sleep. She hushed her kismesis' every action. Soon, the Capricorn had gotten frustrated with the repeated instructions. It was understandable – seeing as she would sometimes hit him if he didn't comply.
Amid these emotions, he sneered. Taking the cane, he prodded his target with it; jabbing her obnoxiously in the ribcage. "Ow! Damn, that hurts! Give me my weapon!" she raged. Every subject that ran through her mind was spoken as she waved her arms through the air, trying to find it for herself. It wasn't a very wise move. Gamzee had shoved her against the wall, pressing the cane to Terezi's neck. Her hands gripped the two ends of the item, attempting to push it off, but to no avail. "Your turn," he whispered, to her relief. He then proceeded to lick her neck from base up in mock to her sight.