Chapter 4
Gamzee: Watch
Your name is Gamzee Makara and you just came back to the "hive" you share with your ancestor (possibly pale crush) Algedi Makara. The whole hive reeks of pheromones and even though you know that it was pailing season, you had not expected it to be this bad. When you step further in you realize that it's mostly just the scent of Algedi, which doesn't make you react at all (no, you're not pale for him, you can't be pale for your fucking ancestor,) but there's also another scent.
It's thick, heavy and salty and it makes you want to throw up. You already know its a seadweller at the peak of their youth, strong and healthy, just by the scent. As you move further in, yo realize that it's a mess of Algedi and the seadweller and you're worried, because you can't see either of them. Usually Algedi greets you with an enthusiastic hug and a long talk of what he's done while you were away, (usually finger painting and talking to himself and the things he claim to see,) but today he's not there.
You see the door to his respitblock standing halfway open and you move to peek in. That's when you see them. The seadweller is pinning Algedi against the wall while trying to slip a hand down his pants. Your ancestor just kicks and pushes desperately. It's clear he doesn't want this, not with how he's struggling and making soft, scared sounds that makes you bare your fangs in a silent threat.
After some time it seems like something just snaps in him and he pushes back with all his might, flipping around and ripping the seadwellers stomach open so his guts splatter onto the floor with a gush teal blood. The mad glint disappears from his eyes and he just plops down, right in the middle of the mess and starts drawing with the blood.
You finally move in and kneel next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder. He flinches a bit before noticing that it's you and just letting you touch him. You brush his bangs out of his face and he looks back at you, eyes wide and innocent and a soft smile on his lips.
"See, I'm painting. Isn't it pretty?" He asks, going back to drawing with the blood.
"Yes, it's very pretty but you have to take a bath," you respond softly, signaling to his blood soaked clothes.
"Dont want to."
"Well, you have to."
He only whines a little when you tug him onto his feet and pull him towards the bathroom, instantly letting the water run into the tub. He looks at it anxiously and scratches at the drying blood beneath his claws before turning his gaze to you. You sigh and start pulling off your clothes, already knowing what he wants. You slip into the water once you're done undressing and he follows right after, still wearing a shirt. You sigh and pull it off him before moving out of the tub to grab soap for both of you.
When you return he's just sitting there, the water just barely reaching his shoulders when you turn it off. It takes almost an hour for the two of you to get clean, but when you finally do you get to just snuggle up against each other, wrapped tightly in big, fluffy towels.
Tonight has turned out surprisingly positive.