hi
so
...i don't know how this shot out of my ass and onto the document but yep, apparently i am developing gamzee in this way
you're welcome.
this was going to be a dave-centred chapter
but it got boring so i deleted it
i was tired of angst!
PS REVIEWS PLZ):
It was noon, and it was snowing.
He stood in the middle of the park, arms splayed as he let the little flakes touch down on his bare chest, creating droplets of condensation-like water.
It was as if all of the mirthful gods above him wanted to show him how good everything was; how well all could work out.
He got the message.
He smiled.
Flopped down onto his back, hard-frozen snow digging into his skin and drawing frigid blood.
He let out a long, drawn out sigh that felt like it came from his soul; digging his heels into the rock-like ice and revelling in the feeling of his hair turning damp- The shaggy mess becoming one with the frozen dew.
His bones seemed to settle in his body; every joint and ligament relaxing and popping right back to its rightful position.
Next to him, a disc skidded by, shooting off flakes of snow into his face as he turned to watch it pass, the blur of red catching his attention. He sat up to his elbows, reaching for it with his right arm; moving across his body as to not lose balance.
Before he could touch it, a girl's boot crunched over past him, stomping on the ruddy plastic and flipping it into her hand. She didn't even give him a glance as she turned to walk back up the hill, the hill he was at the end of, the hill she so carelessly and whimsically took a tumble.
Her stumble sent a little patter in his heart and he turned onto he belly, crossing his arms before him and resting his chin atop his folded forearms.
She looked back at him, cheeks tinged with a flush of cold, freckles dotting and spotting her plump little cheeks hiding high cheek bones; deep hazel eyes large with childish innocence and fringed with deep brown lashes; light brows curved delicate over them.
He smiled at her and she waved.
She waved.
His soul felt like it cartwheeled; whirring with life as a small smile lit up her face, giving those eyes a sparkle and those cheeks a crease.
She went back up the hill.
He watched her.
She reached the top.
He kept an eye on her.
She sat on the disk, blocking her face as a snowball came towards it, a boy laughing with michief.
Gamzee felt his hands ball into fists; the only thing keeping him on the ground the cold and the fact that the boy was so much younger- so much weaker- he was already in trouble with the law- Karkat couldn't deal with anything else- and then the girl retaliated, throwing her own snowball at the boy, nailing him in the jaw.
Gamzee relaxed with a small chuckle.
Atta girl.
She came down the hill.
And he still watched her.