a/n Almost every day for the past few days, before anybody else shows up on an OOC chat I go on, one of my friends and I go on sadstuck binges. Yesterday, I got the urge to write some sadstuck. So here you go. Have some cries.
Disclaimer: I'm not Hussie. I don't own Homestuck.
The End
Tavros had always been smaller than Gamzee. Even when he was full grown and Gamzee still had a few sweeps until he'd stop growing, the highblood had towered over him. Tavros never minded, though. He liked it when Gamzee wrapped his arm around his waist and hoisted him up to nuzzle him or kiss the top of his head. He loved the way he could curl up in Gamzee's lap and cry on his chest and be entirely surrounded by the other troll. He loved knowing that Gamzee would and could protect him, always.
Except, he couldn't.
He couldn't protect him from growing older and weaker, and he couldn't protect him from this illness. It was common, among bronze bloods, and when they're young they're more likely to survive. But old trolls like Tavros didn't have much hope to survive more than a very mild case of it.
"Tav just hold on, I motherfucking promise, I'll find medicine and be right back," Gamzee pleaded, stroking the sickly troll's mohawk gently as he rested on his legs.
"N-no."
They both knew very well, Gamzee could easily pick him up and put him in bed, and do as he wanted. He could, but he wouldn't because he knew that medicine wouldn't help at this point. No medicull professional could keep Tavros alive much longer, and if they did, the hours he lived would be painful and exhausting. Instead, he'd simply rub circles near the base of one of Tav's large horns as gently as he could with one hand while the other continued carding through his mohawk.
Minutes passed, Tavros breathing loudly and with some difficulty, making tiny gasping noises periodically. Gamzee blinked back the beginning of purple tears. He wanted Tav's last hours to be happy, or as happy as he could make them.
"Hey, Tavbro, remember that time when we were kids, and I told you that you should come visit for some sneeze and sloppy makeouts?"
Tavros nodded weakly, the hint of a smile on his lips.
"You were so motherfucking confused," He paused to chuckle, "You sent me at least three messages straight of commas. I'm glad that you all up and figured out your feelings for me."
Another small nod from the lowblood, along with what sounded like an attempt at laughter.
Gamzee continued telling their stories, Tavros giving small nods or quiet noises in response. In the middle of the fourth story, Tavros lifted a hand, slowly curling and uncurling one finger as to tell Gamzee to come closer. He obeyed, bending until his head hovered 6 inches above that of his dying matesprit. Their eyes met as Tavros built up the strength to speak. Tav's brown eyes reflected Gamzee's own fear, the edges colored brown with tears.
"I'm going," Tavros choked out, "Don't…leave."
"I won't, Tavbabe. I'll never leave you," Gamzee whispered quickly.
"And," He took a small, shaky breath, "Don't cry."
Gamzee nodded, blinking back the tears threatening to spill, once again.
"I'll be okay," He whispered, barely audible, before puckering his lips.
Gamzee kissed him softly, then smiled lovingly at him, blinking back a tear as he counted each breath.
1…2…3…4…5…
Tavros died smiling at Gamzee. As soon as his teary eyes dulled over, Gamzee let out a loud sob. He gathered Tavros in his arms, kissing him, begging for this not to be the end.
a/n See what I did there? XD
