The Scent Of Waves

by WhoLockStuck

AU tyrian!Karkat; The empress is dead, as the heir Karkat takes over the throne; Little does he know his first decision as the emperor is what to do with the strange boy that has been caught wandering around the castle, and this decision might turn out to be a harder one than he anticipated.

3. Feelings and Shit

A shiver ran up and down the emperor spinal cord, threatening to shatter his mask of indifference he presented to his captive. Candy red, a mutant! He had been told of the rebellions orchestrated by The Signless, a troll in which possessed the same blood as this strange intruder. He would surely be killed now, highbloods would surely demand it despite the tyranny's opposition to mindless was a stroke of luck that none but Karkat had caught sight of the boy's eyes, but this instance would not last long.

That was guaranteed.

Flaming crimson eyes peered back at him, full of fear, hope,rage and the bravery of a knight. The look was forever incised into the troll's mind, he opened his mouth to say something, anything. His mouth was dry, he couldn't speak, how could one look from this stranger hold so much emotion and leave him speechless? All in one breath the look on that unnaturally pale face shifted from one of intense emotion to that of amusement and a playful aura replaced the tense one which had so recently existed, the change in mood hit Karkat hard like a hammer leaving him breathless. Then he winked.

HE.

FUCKING.

WINKED.

With shaky hands he lifted the shades back up and placed them carefully on his face. Briefly his knuckles came into contact with the alien's hair and skin, it was soft and warm. Much more comforting than the rough and cold feeling of the seadwellers in which he had came into contact with. For the first time in what felt like four hours you allowed your eyes to drift from his face, your gaze came to rest on the lustrous surface of your leather boots. You were suddenly mentally drained, you wanted to sleep you didn't want to think anymore! You allowed your instincts to take over as you gave the next command.

"Take him to the dungeons, and don't any of you dare touch his eyewear."

The guards blinked at you, that was kind of a weird way to phrase the command. Boo, fucking, hoo, you were the god damn emperor they could deal! Your back was turned now, their disapproving looks were making your think pan throb. You laid your head in your hands, half to block out the light which made your headache all the much worse, and half to hide the blush forming at the thought of that soft skin and silky hair. Fuck! You needed sleep.