Homestuck Fic: Not Fast Enough
A sadstuck fic for an artist I greatly admire. Enjoy hun!
Title: Not Fast Enough
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: T
Pairing: John/Dave if you squint
Summery: Why the fuck did he let John out of his sight? Runawaystuck AU.
It's not the first time he's wished he could fly, but never has he wished to fly for this kind of reason.
The stars illuminate the sparse trees as Dave's talons hit the ground and propel him onwards to where that sound had since disappeared. His mind is an endless mantra of 'Oh god oh god fuck why did I leave him alone fuck fuck fuck please no please no' and it just makes him run all the faster. Why the hell didn't John get the picture that they were being fucking hunted down by those circus bastards and they had their suspicions?!
He breaks through the undergrowth, feeling his wings scrape the branches painfully but he doesn't give a fuck.
The ones responsible for the cracking, echoing sound not two minutes ago had vanished. The evidence of what they had done lay in the center of the clearing.
John looks like he's laying in a puddle of ink, the way it's colored in the moonlight, and he's crumpled on his side. The air stinks of blood and Dave finds he wants to hunt down those fuckers and throw up and scream all his rage to the skies.
He forces himself to walk forward, and then run, to the broken body lying in the dirt. Why did this happen oh god John.
Dave can't speak as he lays a claw on his shoulder, begging whatever deity he can think of that John's still breathing.
He is.
The hybrid rolls John onto his back, pleading with all his heart 'let him be OK let him be OK'. He's been shot in the side and blood is just oozing out like it's got all the time in the fucking world. Those derpy glasses are cracked and he's bleeding from his head too. Everything is wrong when things had been looking up for them all and he can't deal with these kinds of emotions cause he's put on a blank face nearly all his life and choked down everything bad that had come his way like a cyanide pill to just come out stronger.
John stirs, and blue eyes flutter open, still half shut but able to focus somewhat.
And he manages a smile.
Fuck.
"H-hey Dave..." He greets before coughing out some blood.
Dave just manages to make some kind of whine that escapes before he can swallow it down, tightening his grip on John's shoulder and easing his head out of the dirt onto his lap.
"Fuck...Egbert I-"He can't finish cause he doesn't know what to fucking say at all. John keeps going despite the fact that he's the one bleeding out.
"Hehe, guess I should've listen t-to Rose after all..."
"Just...don't talk..." Fuck it all he's about to start crying-no, scratch that, he is fucking crying.
John manages to move a hand through his pain, though it makes his breathing even more ragged than before and each one tears at Dave's eardrums. He places it on the gentle talon that's holding his shoulder and manages a grin at Dave, his teeth stained with blood.
"It'll be OK Dave, promise..."
It's a lie, and they both know it.
He shuts his red eyes and wishes over and over again that he could turn back time and just be fast enough.
Title: Not Fast Enough
Fandom: Homestuck
Rating: T
Pairing: John/Dave if you squint
Summery: Why the fuck did he let John out of his sight? Runawaystuck AU.
It's not the first time he's wished he could fly, but never has he wished to fly for this kind of reason.
The stars illuminate the sparse trees as Dave's talons hit the ground and propel him onwards to where that sound had since disappeared. His mind is an endless mantra of 'Oh god oh god fuck why did I leave him alone fuck fuck fuck please no please no' and it just makes him run all the faster. Why the hell didn't John get the picture that they were being fucking hunted down by those circus bastards and they had their suspicions?!
He breaks through the undergrowth, feeling his wings scrape the branches painfully but he doesn't give a fuck.
The ones responsible for the cracking, echoing sound not two minutes ago had vanished. The evidence of what they had done lay in the center of the clearing.
John looks like he's laying in a puddle of ink, the way it's colored in the moonlight, and he's crumpled on his side. The air stinks of blood and Dave finds he wants to hunt down those fuckers and throw up and scream all his rage to the skies.
He forces himself to walk forward, and then run, to the broken body lying in the dirt. Why did this happen oh god John.
Dave can't speak as he lays a claw on his shoulder, begging whatever deity he can think of that John's still breathing.
He is.
The hybrid rolls John onto his back, pleading with all his heart 'let him be OK let him be OK'. He's been shot in the side and blood is just oozing out like it's got all the time in the fucking world. Those derpy glasses are cracked and he's bleeding from his head too. Everything is wrong when things had been looking up for them all and he can't deal with these kinds of emotions cause he's put on a blank face nearly all his life and choked down everything bad that had come his way like a cyanide pill to just come out stronger.
John stirs, and blue eyes flutter open, still half shut but able to focus somewhat.
And he manages a smile.
Fuck.
"H-hey Dave..." He greets before coughing out some blood.
Dave just manages to make some kind of whine that escapes before he can swallow it down, tightening his grip on John's shoulder and easing his head out of the dirt onto his lap.
"Fuck...Egbert I-"He can't finish cause he doesn't know what to fucking say at all. John keeps going despite the fact that he's the one bleeding out.
"Hehe, guess I should've listen t-to Rose after all..."
"Just...don't talk..." Fuck it all he's about to start crying-no, scratch that, he is fucking crying.
John manages to move a hand through his pain, though it makes his breathing even more ragged than before and each one tears at Dave's eardrums. He places it on the gentle talon that's holding his shoulder and manages a grin at Dave, his teeth stained with blood.
"It'll be OK Dave, promise..."
It's a lie, and they both know it.
He shuts his red eyes and wishes over and over again that he could turn back time and just be fast enough.