Terezi likes to hang things. She likes the way the rope snaps tight, likes the constriction of the throat column. She likes the way the noose has to be perfectly tied, perfectly fitted. She likes to hang things, yes, but while they were FLARPing Vriska never let her hang a troll. Terezi has always regretted not standing up to the blue-blood about that; instead she hang scalemates, hundreds of them, a tribute to each troll she and Vriska killed while FLARPing, a memento of her destructive tendencies.
She and Gamzee have been black for a while, blacker than she ever thought she could be. She'd been a little black for Vriska at one point, even a little black for Aradia once, but never this deep. He embodies chaos and psychosis, is a physical manifestation of disorder and felonious intent.
When he comes hive one night, full of holes and bleeding but still plainly alive, she has a thought. Gamzee is invulnerable; something she had guessed at previous nights but never seen such blatant proof of before. He is, for all intents and purposes, unkillable.
Terezi ponders. It's bad form to kill your kismesis, bad form to harm them or maim them too much. But if they physically cannot die…well, that changes thing.
She broaches the subject the next day over duskmeal and he readily agrees. He's always been the more deviant of the two of them when it comes to pailing - it was he who suggested the knives last time, after all.
She takes a few days to prepare, to properly tie the noose and set it up in a reasonable place. She explains to him that due to their height differences she would have to climb up his body and hang on to him - he says he doesn't mind and honks at her. She pokes her finger into his still healing bullet hole in retaliation.
The last thing to prepare is to place a sizeable bucket below the noose, the night of.
He steps up on a chair and places it around his neck, as gentle as a baabeast. She steps around and pulls it from underneath him, and his face begins to purple almost immediately. She watches for a few minutes, this naked troll choking by her hand, and then she clambers up his spindly body and clings to his shoulders, wrapping her long legs around his waist and rubbing her bulge up against his.
He makes a sound in his throat and she slips her bulge into his nook as he slips his into hers, shuddering violently, and she kisses him. He reaches a hand up to tug at her hair and she bites at his lip, all the while moving against him, controlling everything, controlling him.
He doesn't last long and neither does she, and she bites the rope to get them down.
They clean up and go to coon, and the next day they talk about doing it again next week maybe.
