Karkat awoke, bleary eyed and foggy headed. His matesprit next to him just like every morning; in a peaceful slumber. Dave rarely had nightmares anymore; no longer did he looked distressed and pale; sweating with tears threatening to fall from his eyes at any moment. No, now Dave looked almost carefree; like he was having a good dream. Karkat nuzzled his head into the boy's shoulder, warm, Dave was always so warm to touch. He actually became overheated very easily; they only used one thin blanket at night. Karkat didn't mind though; his boyfriend radiated enough heat to keep them both warm at night. The troll wondered if all humans glowed with the same level of warmth that Dave did. He reached up brushing the hair out of his love's face, so he could better see the closed windows that, when open, shone like precious stones; what did the human's call them, rubies? Precious; yes, absolutely exquisite and all for him. Only he was blessed with the sight of the irises that reflected his own blood color back at him; and when he initially descried them, for the first time in his life, he was not disgusted by it hue. It was lovely on Dave; Dave made the color palatable, even pretty.
The blonde began to stir and Karkat forced himself up a little more; so he could better see the fire that Dave hid. And eyes locked onto his; a melodic "mornin' " slipped with a subtle accent that Karkat loved; from the perfect coral lips he wished to kiss, just like every morning. Dave never objected; he liked being greeted with a nice kiss as he woke up. "Who wouldn't?" he asked Karkat once. The troll was forced to explain another discrepancy between cultures. Such an innocent act as that, on such a regular basis, was considered needy; bordering on pathetic. Although, while Karkat would never say it out loud, he was pathetic for Dave; downright pitiful; he was putty in the human's hands and would happily lap up any tender affections that were bestowed on him with near repulsive eagerness. If Dave picked up on this he never said anything; he never abused the power Karkat had given him either, nor did he deprive the troll. Always returning kiss, initiating them as well; strong arms around him whispers of devotion and love were always there. Karkat felt blessed. And so, Karkat enacted the same routine and placed his lips on his beloved. Dave reciprocated just as sweetly and as they parted, both smiled.
Karkat placed his head on Dave's chest as Dave ran his fingers through the unruly hair; quickly moving to the horns; as per usual. Karkat really had Dave in every quadrant. The gentle strokes forcing a purr from him and he didn't care that it was loud. He could sense Dave's smile; apparently the action was considered endearing. At times like this; this weird mix of pale and flushed feelings welling up inside him; the troll wondered why he ever wanted two people in the two different quadrants. This was so much better. He rarely ever felt pitch feelings anymore; and in those seldom moments, Dave still entertained the idea. Something about taking care of his needs, even if in human culture it's bat-shit crazy and stupid and the entire race is fucked up…his idea of pitch flirting.
Dave loved the sound that emitted from the small frame on top of him. The vibrations on his chest, the soft hair in his fingers and strong, yet soft hand in his. He adored every moment. He never in a million years thought he could ever be the happy. This meteor had become his own personal Eden. A paradise in which he was cared for by others, had food and shelter, and a boy whom shared his affections; whom he would never let go. It felt almost too good to be true; that's probably why Gamzee's here; to ground this into reality. Don't worry, this is real, and here's a psychotic clown to prove it; well, Dave would happily deal with that clown if he could keep everything else. He was floating, for the first time in his life chains did not bind him; he was floating down a lazy river which was so warm it was like a welcoming bath. A bath that was slowly washing away the dirt and mud and filth that covered him. Everything was predictable and uncertainty did not plague him if he allowed himself to live the moment. If he wasn't thinking about what's to come, the halcyon of the meteor lovingly consumed him with bliss.
"We should get up." Days go by and days go by; but he still shouldn't spend every waking moment in bed.
Karkat was more reluctant. "We have plenty of time, neither of us eats breakfast, remember?" Dave had a sensitive stomach in the morning; Karkat liked lying in bed with Dave and the argument was usually enough to keep him there for a good while longer.
"True." Dave took his hand, bringing it under Karkat's chin; tilting his head up so the human could kiss him again. The troll happily complied. Dave tugged at him a little; and was allowed the wordless request. Karkat laid on top of him; Dave loved feeling the weight across his body; not even in a sexual way (although sometimes in a sexual way) he just liked the feeling of being smothered by love. A presence that wishes him no harm; but takes his breath away; something that will never harm him, yet leaves him so incredibly vulnerable at first he thought he could never take it. Vulnerability was not a luxury he had growing up; he wasn't even sure if he was doing it right. Then again neither was Karkat; threat of persecution your entire life will do that. In a weird twisted way though; it kind of made Dave happy? Like if Karkat hadn't gone through that, then their connection may have never been formed. The thought made the human mentally slap himself; he shouldn't think things like that. Still, he treasured his connection with the troll; even in their vastly different circumstances there was a connection he could never find with another.
So, the boys stayed in bed all morning; just like every morning.
Notes: So, personal fact time: I've been told repeatedly over the course of my life that I'm "just not a writer." I've been told that my writing is "not bad"; but in the same breath I'm "just not a writer" (not like my younger sister). Writing fanfiction wasn't meant as an attempt to become a writer (I had that given up); I was merely trying to incorporate GRE words to help me remember them for the test (it was one of the suggested methods for retention). I figured people would hate it; but that would be okay because I already knew I wasn't an author. And instead I've received so much positive feedback I don't even know what to do with it all. I NEVER thought ANYONE would like my writing; much less look forward to anything I created or ask me to write more. Truly, your words have been more encouraging than you guys can ever imagine. Thank you all.
Guest: Ah, I see. Personally, it would piss me off if a friend was forcing me to attend and then restricting my options. Well, I have a few suggestions if you're interested. There is the lazy costume here: s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_13?url=search-alias%3Dfashion&field-keywords=this+is+my+costume+shirt&sprefix=this+is+my+costume+shirt%2Cfashion%2C275
But you said you wanted an awesome costume so: might I suggest going as a corpse? I did that when I was about 14 and it was pretty well received. You can buy bruise temp tattoos and fake blood, and one for those weapon headbands that go through the skull. If you put the fake blood on the weapon and the top of your head; letting it drip down naturally across your face; it can look pretty good. And then the bruise tattoos around your face. Then, take some regular clothes and toss dirt on them; smearing a little on your face and it looks fairly realistic (if you can tear the clothes a little, all the better). Of course in my experience, the other girls did't respond well to this; they didn't like that I was dressed so scary. The guys high-fived me though. It depends on the kind of friends you have.
Maybe you don't want something so scary; in which case you can always use loopholes. Legend of Korra, Steven Universe, etc, aren't anime, they're western cartoons. Or the fullmetal alchemist MANGA, not comics (now can you see why I have only one IRL friend LOL). Hit Girl is a good option too, as she is from a movie.
If not that, Wednesday or Morticia Addams? Simple, but spooky and awesome to act as. Or you could dress normally and say you're a murderer; since they look like everyone else. Or you could dress as hannibal lecter and carry around a can of beans and a wine bottle for laughs. Or, mythological characters? Like medusa, freya, athena, hades, thor, etc. If you don't dress based on the comics than it's a mythological costume; not a comics. Lastly, a historical figure, like an author or a scientist. Minimal effort and you can carry aound something their are well none for. In the case of Marie Curie, you can also dress as a radioactive zombie version of her, that would be fun.
Hopefully, one of these options helped.
Linda065cliva: Yay! Sequel it is! I didn't know there was an Italian speaking part of Switzerland (then again, there's a lot I don't know about the world..which is why I love the internet), that's really cool. The voice actors were probably ten times better than Dane Cook LOL.
HOLY S**T I saw you deviantart account; you are an AMAZING artist! OMG I LOVED he sitting fairy and the grim reaper pictures. OMG absolutely amazing!