homestuck kink meme VII
HOME STUCK KINK MEME VII
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIPPPP (this one's closed)
BUT THE REST OF YOU MAY CARRY ON
==> OVER HERE.
I WILL GO DOWN WITH THIS SHIPPPP (this one's closed)
BUT THE REST OF YOU MAY CARRY ON
==> OVER HERE.
He went down a staircase and got an underground feeling about the corridor at the bottom - no more windows. Of real interest were stains on the walls and floors, here and there: thud-splatter shapes in colours that would have been beautiful, but scrubbed to vague shades of pale on the gray walls.
Room One along the way was doorless, but inside had three doors each on the right and left sides, each with a window. The locks were different. No keyholes, but fingerprint scanners. The first door on the left had a splash of a dry stain on it ... maybe it was from a rustblood, but it was so new nobody had got around to scrubbing it yet.
Another step and right there, there you are motherfucker, through the window Karkat looked back at him.
Crouched down, shaking such a little bit that you wouldn't notice if you didn't know how to look for weakness, one fisted hand as his only weapon and the other palm-flat on the floor to hold him up, and he might never have been so scared before - but hey. There was time after all. They could still change that.
His face contorted as he stared at Gamzee. Terror got beat down by recognition and disbelief in turn, and then ... he looked really cranky.
What the fuck? said Karkat, voice no doubt booming in his little room though it was silent from this side. Gamzee laughed and swung his club onto the lock, shot it with a gun he'd got along the way, dropped that and smashed with the juggling club again. Circuitry flared blue-white around the doorframe and gave in, the door bursting open. He strode in and grabbed his very motherfucking best friend's shirtfront in one hand and then his legs were gone-away goodbye and he was on his knees.
"As drug-induced rescue fantasies go I could never, ever be high enough for this one, Gamzee? Gamzee, what the fuck!"
"You're all here." The back of his hand pressed into Karkat's chest and Karkat grabbed his forearm. Solid and warm, even with a broad spill of dried red-brown down his front. They'd stripped him of that all-spikes uniform he liked nowadays, and Karkat looked something like he used to sweeps ago in black trousers and a t-shirt. "One whole piece of you. A real miracle, motherfucker."
"Oh god, oh god, don't remind me, oh god. Where are the others?" Now Karkat's legs let him down and he dropped into sitting position, staring hard. "Seriously, if you're a hallucination I'm awarding myself all the points for originality. Then, fine, these grubfuckers can have my puzzle sponge. Any fucked up parody of science they want it for."
Every rasping, gasping word, all the fear and anger, and that blurred look to him, strange and different from the way he knew his best friend, but - that only meant it was all of him and more, and Gamzee quoted those words: "'Wholly yours'." Karkat ought to get to feel how beautiful it was to know your very own place in all the universe.
Was that what he knew? Mirthful merciless motherfucking gods, was this what it felt like?
Karkat stared in the surprise of all of it as Gamzee shook his head in wonder, and he opened his mouth and didn't know that he'd say, "I'm so motherfucking hungry."
"Like that is the worst thing wrong with you! How the fuck did you get in here--" the hand on his arm clenched "--and nearly all this blood isn't yours? Are you okay? You had better fucking really be here!"
He kissed Karkat. It knocked a stutter into the fall and rise of his best friend's breath, and he smiled as Karkat kissed back, desperation and relief in a sweet burst of pressure.
"Scenes like this should be like, 'I'm so grateful I could kiss you'. Then cue humorous bluh. Oh, god," said Karkat, "I'm so doped. It was an injection, now I can't even walk. Think. Anything."
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