Notes:
In his sleep, Karkat will purr when dreaming of Dave. The Strider has caught him several times doing this and finds it adorable.Chills set into the empty room on the meteor. Two boys snuggled close together, one sound asleep, the other reading Alice in Wonderland ironically. A heavy warm fuzz covered them, keeping them warm and content for the evening. A pleasant silence, marred only by a light buzz of the lights overhead. Turning them off would be ideal, but that would mean leaving the sweet embrace of drowsy relaxation, a Dave just couldn't bring himself to. Karkat had no complaints, as he was currently severely unconscious, muttering things like "asshole," douchebag," and "fuck ass" in his sleep. Dave would deny any accusation of it, but he giggled whenever a word slipped through his matesprit's mouth.
The troll was in his own world of fantasy and wonder, no, wait, wrong. Let's try that again. *ahem* The troll was in his own world, a world of terror and fright. Hunted and defenseless as he lashes out, a bright red shirt, his branding. Scouring for a weapon, any weapon to defend himself. Chanting getting louder, dark shadows climbing the walls, soon they would be upon him, cull him for sure. Tears sprang forth as he panicked desperate for anything to help him stay alive.
Dave heard fast breathing and a terrified whimper. Looking under the sheets he noticed Karkat's scrunched brow and twitching form. The blonde sighed and looked upon his boyfriend with a soft ache of empathy, another nightmare. He reached out, threading his fingers through the soft hair, using his fingers to massage little collections of tension gathering on his matesprit's scalp. "It's okay kitkat, it's not real." He whispered, hoping that some small part of Karkat could hear him.
The army was upon him, his ankle now broken from his desperate attempt to flee. Sharp knives shone in the moonlight, a towering figure over him. The helpless troll attempted to shield himself with his arms as the blade came down. An impact that would never come.
All the figures gone, the moon was brighter than before. In a perfect circle of discarded armor and weapons stood Dave with his broken sword, shades gone. The crimson eyes so vibrant they were nearly as bright as the heavenly body above them. A flash step and a hug. "It's okay, I'm here." Karkat felt the tension release within him, purring with contentment. When the hug broke it was dawn, and the world was not as it had been the day before. Now nothing but open greenery filled his gaze. "C'mon." The blood player looked up, Dave's shades were back on, and he was holding a picnic basket. "You wanted to see the human beach, right?" The sun now bright and everything smelled of familiarity and safety. The troll smiled and took his human's hand, the two walked at a leisurely pace down the road, towards their friends.
Dave listened as Karkat began to purr and smiled, crisis averted. Kissing the troll's forehead, so cute, he went back to his book; only to hear a little whisper "Dave" a moment later.