Dried Up; Chapter 1
Dreamscape
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the-
(Sleepyhead-Passion Pit)
Rose took a sharp breath of the slightly dank air as she woke up from a the light beginnings of her rest, though, instead of being met with the now familiar grey walls of her room she was looking intently into an inky blackness. But it was quickly ruled as simply a veil of cloth that for some damn reason had been tied tightly over her eyes.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, the needle wielder moved to tear the thing away from her amethyst gaze in retribution to the one who thought it was a 'good idea', only to feel her wrists bound away from her bodice. The discovery simply shocked her, but she kept her calm facade worked tightly to her face as her mind fell over what exactly had happened and how. Temping herself she tugged at her legs to find them unrestrained and free to move. So, Rose used her limited ability to pushed against the mattress below her, forcing her way upward while readjusting her arms to a more comfortable position as she got herself upright.
In this new position, Rose went over her few viable and logical options; calling for help, which may or may not attract the one who in the first place, tied her up and resulting in the action going to waste if they had any ill intentions. Then there was the flexibility that didn't exist in her legs that would have been used to pick the linen away from her eyes. So instead of tempting the fate like she always seemed to do, she used what little movement she had in her bound fingers, which were being awkwardly pressed to the course blanket she sat on.
Rose picked futile at the knit, using what little nails she had to claw at the material, which to her dismay only sprung up a few threads. Frustrating as it was, the Seer kept herself as calm as possible even if she was starting to get a tad worried over her safety because of the uncertainness of whether this was a joke or something serious.
"Honk." A soft whisper alerted Rose of her lonely struggling being cut short abruptly. Rose slowly turned her head back and forth, despite the blindfold that wouldn't allow her to see the juggalo who she previously thought had disappeared.
"Honk!" A flinch resulted in the much louder sound that collided against her eardrum as she concluded that this was definitely no simple joke as she previously thought.
"...Gamzee?" Rose questioned roughly as her tongue stuck to the roof of her mouth, making it seem feeble and weak. but, instead of another answer she was hoping for, a cold grip landed on her still working fingers with a rough jerk in which made her halt her ministrations. The cool fingers released her bound hands almost immediately before stroking the reddened flesh that resided where the tie had been placed.
"Gamzee, please release me." The next statement was firmer and surer on her part, giving a distressed motherly tone to the clown cultist that was running his rough hands across her skin. To her relief the fingers stopped touching her in the morbid, almost perverse fashion shortly after the command she had given.
Rose held back a shiver once said fingers resumed their stroking, leaving her cool and even more eager to get the hell away from the juggalo. His actions were easily tempting her into the chilling arms of fright and panic, knowing that he was an easy example of the harmful and well endowed term of 'schizophrenic psycho'.
"Aw, now."Gamzee spoke softly at first, but the next length of speech was spoken rather harshly and rather loudly in her ear." Why would I do that, motherfucker?!"
At this, Rose wrinkled the albino skin of her nose in a bit of shock as she, out of instinct, jerked harshly away from the cold clown beside her causing his hands to slip away. Almost immediately after, it seemed that the air temperature and quality plummeted to oblivion as its icy fingers trailed up her spine with the breath landed on her neck.
"No need to get all up and rudenasty in here, my motherfucking sister." To her almost relief, these word were soft and null in a sense, and non painful to her hearing, but the feeling didn't last long as his fingers tightly gripped her wrist and brought her limbs upward, and without resistance on her part as she instead focused on readjusting the extremities to stop the stinging stretch of muscles in her shoulders. Trading and awkward position for another as Rose was now dipped slightly backward to fill the position her arms were in, only to have the subjugglator's cold and bony knee to ride up her spine in a painful manner.
Rose was suddenly very thankful for the dark veil covering her fuchsia colored eyes that prevented her from seeing the horror that she could feel breathing on her lips. The air coming from him was icy and sickly sweet with the after lying scent of orange Faygo that she knew the Highblood drank religiously. The soft breathing turn into selfless pants of air, puffing against her face, scrambling her white hair, and removing the chance at good oxygen as it was removed faster than she would prefer.
With her focusing more of the subjugglators breathing pattern, Rose did realize the hand that finally ghosted it's touch on her slender white neck, making her jerk slightly in reaction to the frozen touch Gamzee produced. Though she tried, she could not stop the full body shiver that flowed down her nervous system.
Pursing her dark painted lips, Rose exhaled slowly through her nose as the nails traveling her sensitive skin grew stronger, making a stinging trail after the stark red lines Gamzee's orange nails had made. She didn't know how to handle the perverse actions the juggalo was making toward her person; he had never displayed such vulgar tendencies in their passings, never touching her or showing the slightest interest in her. But they had only talked a /few/ times, even in their previous auspistice relation with Terezi, he seemed to ignore her like he ignored a lot of things, other than his necrophiliac relationship and Karkat.
A soft touch of lips woke the albino from her questioning thoughts, startling her as the male fixed the soft skin around his mouth just below her chin. It was colder than his fingers had been, and Rose had to use all of her resistance to simply stay still in his uncomfortable grasp and even then an unpleasant sound mixed between a whimper and a growl floated from her own lips. Gamzee's expression pressed against her throat lifted into a teeth baring grin that smeared more of his messy war paint across her sensitive skin.
"Hngg…" Gamzee muttered into her throat, the vibrations of his husky voice making his long mop of hair tickle her cheek. "A motherfucker needs to hear that again!"
His carnivorous fangs ghosted across Rose's jugular slowly, Leaving a trail of saliva and makeup in his path as he made his way to the place where her neck connected to her shoulder. Give a light chuckle he whispered something unintelligible to her flesh before opening his mouth to a wide yawn, closing the sensitive tissue ever so slowly between his sharp teeth…
Rose's eyes snapped open sharply to reveal a room stacked with books a papers; the library she had been researching in. Disoriented, the albino closed her arms in a vice like grip around her torso and began to review what had just happened in the damnable dream.
'Wait. A dream? Not a dream bubble?' No, she was quite certain this had just been a night terror that had decided to bare its teeth when she had closed her eyes for that one second between the well worn pages in her book. It had been incredibly vivid though, almost if it had actually happened. Rose could still feel his slow and cold ministrations on her white skin and it left her with a sickly quelling in the base of her stomach.
Grasping the firm edge of the table she was seated in, she shoved herself away from the foreboding pile of books with a disgusted frown on her face, before stumbling in an absent struggle to reach the transportalizer placed in the middle of the dank room. Still huddling herself in more confusion than actual fear, she stepped forward and stepped onto the plate with the glowing blue symbol etched into its surface.
Barely on for more than a few second a red light came through and before Rose could jump out of the way, she was knocked back unceremoniously to the floor whilst the stark image of her matesprite came through the barriers and into the room.
"Rose dear, the floor is awfully filthy; may I suggest you remove yourself from it?" Rose, though discombobulated out of her own grasp, was able to detect the mischievous sarcasm in Kanaya's plucking voice. The daywalker troll had a slim smile bridging her fancied features, sharp fang placing v marks along the black lips. Heeding with a grumble, Rose braced herself and lifted her body from the 'filthy floor' onto her bared feet, now standing eye level with Kanaya.
The curve of her matesprite's lips didn't last long as a frown drew the edges down. Rose gave a questioning look before her face was grasped tightly, but gently by Maryam's fingers.
"Yes, Miss Maryam?"Rose let herself forget the awful dream for a moment, letting herself give a smirk to the jade blooded troll hold her face.
"What is this?" It took Rose surprise when Kanaya drifted her fingers around the small place where her head hooked to her neck, in the exact place the juggalo had placed his freezing lips to. When the troll removed her hand, a frown fixed itself to her face as she examined white paint smears that coated her fingers. Rose's eyes widened as she brought her own hand to her pale neck and felt the cool smudge of drying face paint.
It had been a dream hadn't it? Why was Gamzee's face paint on her?
Eyes full of fright she looked back to Kanaya's frowning face and back to the paint dotting her grey fingers, her mind put into a hyper drive to try to prove to itself that whatever happed didn't really happen. More on instinct than her usual thoughtful will, Rose pushed away from her matesprite and placed her own fingers over the place the juggalo had bitten her, dragging away her own palm-full of dirty white paint.
A thick feeling lodged in Rose's throat before she looked hurriedly over the untouched ventilation cover; to the couch she had fallen asleep on, to the books that laid sprawled across the floor haphazardly and back to her matesprite's worried face. "Kanaya, It seems that.."
Rose was silence with a press of two fingers to her black painted lips as her girlfriend pushed her own fingers to a quite 'Shh'. The greed blooded troll hummed thoughtfully for a moment before grasping the disgruntled girl by her pale fingers and dragging her to the Trasportalizer as she whispered into the shell of her ear with a breathy sounding voice. "It may be time to explain to a further level on other quadrants."
Gamzee hunched in a quiet ball further inside than that of the light that filtered through the grate, sitting only outside its bright grasps as he stares solemnly out of the slits. An exaggerated frown marked his fake, bleeding face as he had picked the black scabs from the diagonal claw marks so uneven liquid welled between the torn skins. His fingers, worked with a small amount of his indigo blood, played absent mindedly at a piece of thin rope he had gathered for the Rose human.
Even he, in his deranged state of mind, could tell he wasn't over the auspistice relationship with the odd girl with the pink eyes as he remembered the events that had just happened. Her skin was soft and a shade lighter that his face paint and practically perfect in every which way. The only thing more perfect was her hair, unlike his which was pitch black and a knotted mess, Rose's was pure white and straight. Gamzee let his mind stray over the few hooking details as he watched the girl of his miracles, yes his miracles, being lead out by her matesprite Kanaya. He hated those two together. He had even seen Nepeta's art work of the two in the flushed relationship and he couldn't help but scrawl out the hateful, chainsaw wielding troll. The relationship itself still stood strong in the hands of the two and he wondered briefly on how hard or easy it would be to split the two apart.
Gamzee's fingers still wound their way around the taut rope before the material began to cut small ribbons of his skin from his flesh, snapping the juggalo from his thoughts as he released the material.
"Motherfuck…" He whispered as pinpricks of his own blood oozed onto the line. The obsession driven clown untangled himself quickly and tried to wipe he remnants of his own fluid on the back of his shirt and went back to thinking about the Rose girl and how to weasel his way into a perminate relationship with her, not one of the cheesy 'Spinning top' relationships that would involve him and Kanaya dancing in a circle of Black and Red romances, for someone he bluntly didn't want to share despite the normal troll quadrants. That shit never was understood and resulted in more of a rudenasty reminder of that Eridan guy.
Pushing himself back to the thoughts about Rose, in attempt not to make a sound of discomfort at remembering the relationship crazed troll.
Gamzee let his normal knife slide grin slit his face upward, knowingly becoming obsessed with the girl of miracles.
I enjoy the pairing, what can I say?
I find them both to be incredibly interesting characters, not to mention purple.
Well anyshoe, this was the first chapter of Dried Up. More to come and whatever.
Also, there ARE multiple relationships in this fanfiction.
Homestuck belongs to Hussie.
Just wanted to thank you for making it past the first chapter. I know this is not a popular pairing and a lot would come across stating it was a crack pairing, but I find that their personalities fit rather nicely together.
It would mean a ton to me if people gave me some constructive criticism, but also be aware that I can alread tell that the little segment he was in I didn't get Gamzee very well depicted.