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Who: Karkat and Sollux
When: Nowish.
Where: 15a
Summary: Karkat's wings are finally popping out and Sollux is predictably coming over to help.
Rating: PG-13 let's go with this.
Warnings: Violence, body horror.
He knew by now that he'd made a mistake,
He'd reluctantly agreed to call Sollux when it started happening, but he'd never actually intended to. As far as he was concerned, he'd been intended to see this scenario through on his own. He could deal with the idea of calling in Sollux for help, no matter how good his intentions. Not after what had happened. Not so soon, and not when he still felt so torn up inside from having been tricked by his own desires so recently. Not when he still alone, and wanting to stay that way with increasing desperation.
But letting those fears rule him had been stupid. There was a reason so many people had been posting to the network asking for help - this process was fucking agonizing, and he was swiftly losing the ability to manage the pain, let alone anything else. This was going to kill him, he was beginning to consider with the increasing levels of hystery. He was going to fucking bleed out and die all because of these stupid avian-
His own thought process was cut off by a muffled shriek cutting through his already clenched fangs. Oh fuck, he could feel blood trickling down his back now. He was fucked. He couldn't hide this, everyone would know everyone would fucking see and he couldn't hide it and he couldn't
He found himself clenching his communicator in his hands almost against his will. Fuck this was taking too long. Why was this taking so long, why wasn't it fucking over yet? He managed to send a message to Sollux's communicator.
"Sollux," he choked into it. "It's happening now. Fuck."
The audio message ended abruptly with a hiss of pain. He'd let this go way too far on his own.
When: Nowish.
Where: 15a
Summary: Karkat's wings are finally popping out and Sollux is predictably coming over to help.
Rating: PG-13 let's go with this.
Warnings: Violence, body horror.
He knew by now that he'd made a mistake,
He'd reluctantly agreed to call Sollux when it started happening, but he'd never actually intended to. As far as he was concerned, he'd been intended to see this scenario through on his own. He could deal with the idea of calling in Sollux for help, no matter how good his intentions. Not after what had happened. Not so soon, and not when he still felt so torn up inside from having been tricked by his own desires so recently. Not when he still alone, and wanting to stay that way with increasing desperation.
But letting those fears rule him had been stupid. There was a reason so many people had been posting to the network asking for help - this process was fucking agonizing, and he was swiftly losing the ability to manage the pain, let alone anything else. This was going to kill him, he was beginning to consider with the increasing levels of hystery. He was going to fucking bleed out and die all because of these stupid avian-
His own thought process was cut off by a muffled shriek cutting through his already clenched fangs. Oh fuck, he could feel blood trickling down his back now. He was fucked. He couldn't hide this, everyone would know everyone would fucking see and he couldn't hide it and he couldn't
He found himself clenching his communicator in his hands almost against his will. Fuck this was taking too long. Why was this taking so long, why wasn't it fucking over yet? He managed to send a message to Sollux's communicator.
"Sollux," he choked into it. "It's happening now. Fuck."
The audio message ended abruptly with a hiss of pain. He'd let this go way too far on his own.