The bitter memory of smoke flooded John's now nearly infantile lungs once again. Trapped in his dream, surrounded only by black and screams, he thrashed around trying to escape the fear of remembering. His limps were suddenly heavy as lead, weighed down by the fright drowning his breath and his struggles became feeble and weak before they ceased all together. John's own cries of fear joined those, melted into one sound, surrounding him in the deep darkness.
Tears were soaked into macabre darkness, swallowed by John's faceless fear. It was dreams like this he hated the most. Breath was lost to the Heir, his fears having no face or body; just a darkness drenched in the tears and screams of a frightened teenage boy, almost a man, as he waited to remember what he loathed the utter most.
John was jerked rather violently from his nightmare by what felt like claws digging painfully into his bare shoulder. He, however, didn't make it quite all the way into the state of consciousness. He stayed in the confusing limbo of fever, not quite awake; not quite asleep. He did feel, of course, a hand. A rough hand, that is. It touched his face, slapped him a little now and again. It held his hand and stroked his fevered forehead.
John's delirious brain filled in the blanks. Karkat. He heard a keening melody, in a tongue unfamiliar and alien filled his brain and fought of the demons plaguing his brain. The language was strong yet delicate, sweet yet bold. The sounds came together in a way he had never imagined and flowed into the melody of song, melting into his heart; calming the hurried beating.
He drifted into sleep once again, but the song kept him in the sweet clutches of night fantasies he had never gotten to know. He dreamed he was garbed in strange yellow pajamas, floated in a city of golden towers erected high against the dark night sky. He dreamed of prophet clouds, telling strange stories of bloody battles only the blood wasn't only red. There were blue splatters, yellow arcs and purple pools like an artist was throwing buckets of paint in a violent fit of creativity.
He gazed with wonder as he flew with ease through the air, not having to concentrate or worry at all. It was bliss really. Plain as it was John felt at home for the first time in along, long time. Before long he found himself sitting on the golden ground staring into the sky.
"You know how fucking stupid you look, right?" The smug voice sent a pleasured chill through John. Without turning his head to the sounds he smiled.
"Hey Karkat."
"I'm sittin' here, complain and I shove this-" Karkat threw a rude gesture in front of John's face as he sat down beside him-" up your tight little ass." They sat together for a moment.
"Karkat. I was thinking, we've been traveling for barely a few days.." John's voices trailed off nervously. Why? He was only dreaming, after all. Why not ask?
"The fuck do you want?"
"Well..w-"
"Spit it out."
"Uh well, you've been with me for a few days...why? I mean, why are you traveling with me, that is." John stuttered out, throwing a nervous glance to Vantas. Blue met red, locked into each other. Karkat didn't speak for a whole minute, just let John get lost in the red.
"I have no home back there, so why the fuck should I go back? Erry one I know..is fucking dead so...why go back and revel in my own stupidity? Past Me was the biggest idiot ever. " He spoke, breaking the spell. John shook his head and pulled his gaze from Karkat's. He too took a whole minute to respond, rather to reappearance his thoughts. No. Bad. Not a homosexual. John hissed to himself.
"Don't say that..." John finally replied, softly. Karkat drew in a heavy sigh.
"Why the fuck not?" Jeez his voice was so quiet now, almost sweet. Like there was a small boy inside of Karkat's blunt, angry exterior. A small boy, scared and alone. Just like John felt. Jesus fucking Christ can this dream get any gayer? John ran a hand through his hair as he thought , dismayed.
"Even if they are dead..you're alive..right? So...so why don't you live for them?" Once again Karkat remained silent and John stole a quick glance to see him staring intently into John's face as if trying to unravel the worlds most complex puzzle.
" Yeah, why the fuck not?" Karkat laughed, a strange sound. It was more of a hoarse purr if anything.
"Yeah, why the fuck not?" John mimicked, throwing a friendly punch into Karkat;s shoulder.
"Didn't know you swore, Egderp." Karkat smirked.
"Didn't know you smiled, Karkitty."
"Call me that again I will dismember you."
John just grinned. It slipped from his face as the soft touches of the dream started to leave hims hands, then his arms. He sighed. He didn't wanna wake up.
"You're wakin' up, huh?" Karkat asked rhetorically, " guess I gotta wake my ass up too. See you when I wake up, Egderp." karkat said as John's vision blurred.
"wait, this isn't a dream?" John cried.
"'Course it is." The golden world began to swim into slow circles, making it harder to concentrate.
"This isn't real?" The fading rapidly accelerated and swallowed up his gaze entirely.
"Of course this is you fucking dweeb." John heard before the lights of dawn blinded him once again as he fumbled for his glasses, his head resting on something suspiciously soft. John felt deep in his chest, despite these rough past few days, he and Karkat were going to get along.
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As Karkat stumbled into alertness from his slumber, he couldn't shake this faintly disturbing feeling he and John were going to get along. Shortly after John left from one of the best dream self sessions he think he ever had, Karkat himself began searching for awareness. Strangely enough when he wasn't able to look at the weird blue human boy, he was filled with a dread he had only ever felt when he realized that his Moirail was probably dead, gone to the dream bubbles before he did.
But when he did- oh my good Gog when he did. When Karkat looked into John's eyes and he looked back...Jegus fucking Christ it was like one of his shitty romcoms. A stupid and inexplicable warm..ness threatened to strangle his heart and fry his think pan. As wakefulness fully devoured his think pan, light of the morning sky entered his crimson and yellow eyes and rather painfully into the lump pf grey matter hiding behind his skull. He groaned and rolled over, throwing his arm over his head.
The sharp pain in his side made him groan again. That's right, he had been stabbed. It was already half healed, trolls weren't weak ass humans and healed so much faster then they did, but still throbbed when he tried to lift it above his head. Horse riding these past few days had been an assface. If John didn't laugh and talk to him he swear he would have just quit , rolled onto the caked ground and died.
John had told him earlier that Karkat had saved his life, is somewhat sarcastically. He recounted being told that John said he had run out of water, food was almost bountiful in these barren lands. Rabbits lived in the sparse, dry shrubs and there were hundred of dry skeletal trees perfect for a fire. A human wouldn't have last three days in these heat without water though.
Anyway. Back to now. Karkat moaned and sat up, hissing as his stiff shoulder moved under his gardbrace , left on over night for no particular reason. His cloak, balled at his feet throughout his night time thrashings. He was surprised he made it to Prospit without a recupercoon let alone meet John there. The odds were astronomical.
"Mornin'!" Came the smooth voice of John, floated throught the air. Karkat pushed his arm back down from his face and threw his vision in the direct line of where the sound came from. John was by the fire again, smiling that dorky, buck tooth, adorable, beautiful...no that line of thought Karkat didn't let finish. "Hungry?"
The smell of stewed rabbit wafted over Karkat, pulling a growl from his belly. Karkat himself snarled.
"Hell fucking yes."
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Hey guys I did it *_* Took me three straight hours and its a raw draft but its all for you! Quick shout out to my best friends EVER : Karkles, Rachel, Caitlin, Ilona and Kaori-chan. I doubt most of you will read this but you guys are the simply the best .
Sorry you had to hear that!
Anyway, you likey? Nah me neither O^O
Anyway,peace out my lovely readers! Reviews are nice and I'll try to upload faster herp de derp :P