nightmare oo1

[allies]

Warnings: surrealism?? blood, drowning.
Effects: anger, jealousy, peace, rage, revulsion, disgust, hurt, loneliness, pretty much the entire emotional rainbow.

Comments

action man!

[foretolds]

[It is pretty surreal, seeing Karkat sleeping across the room and watching his dream at the same time. It's almost voyeuristic, really, but the dream is over before she thinks to turn away or turn it off, and she bites her lip as Karkat wakes up.

God, this is so messed up. Terezi wonders if she should just leave him be, then decides against it, crossing the room to sit next to him.]

Hi.

[allies]

[ nope he doesn't believe a word of that. ]

Really.

[foretolds]

[She huffs, resting her head against his chest.]

Yes, really! I am telling the truth! The only time you are lame when you start whining about how lame you are.

[allies]

[ oops, that sounds a little counter-productive. ]

I guess I'll believe you.

[foretolds]

Good!

[She snuggles close!]

Are you okay?

[allies]

[ holding her tight. ]

It was just a dream, I'm okay.

[foretolds]

[She straightens a bit, her lips brushing against his neck.]

Are you sure?

[allies]

Yeah. Don't worry about it.

[foretolds]

Good!

[She pulls away to kiss him again, reaching up to tangle her fingers in his hair.]

[allies]

[ this is karkat, again, not minding. though the flush is back (one day, he'll have control over it). it's less nerve-wracking than the first time, the second, the third; gradually he's getting used to it. the fact that they are matesprits and this is okay.

he presses a hand to the back of her neck, pulling her closer. ]

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[Ooooh Mr. Vantas ooooh! Taking charge! Terezi presses close, her teeth sinking into his bottom lip experimentally.]

[allies]

[ he's enjoying this teeth+lip encounter much more than his last, that's for sure. though, (you guessed it!) it's still awkward as fuck. he has no idea what to do with his other hand, so he settles it against her hip. awkwardly. ]

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[The entire idea of him not flipping out and shoving her off in itself is new to her, so she doesn't mind the awkwardness, or the fact that neither of them are really sure what they're doing. He tastes so good, and she is so, so tempted to bite down just a bit harder and break skin. Her hands drop to his shoulders, sliding to his chest and fisting in his shirt.]

[allies]

[ his heart is pretty much about to explode from his chest, mostly out of eternal awkwardness and the fact that he has absolutely no idea what he's supposed to do. but he understands her, and he's pretty sure he knows what she's after. and he trusts her. it's a foreign concept to him, but it's the truth. he trusts her, so he bites down, hard, on his own lip, puncturing the already fragile skin. ]

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[Oh. Oh. She was not expecting that, and maybe later she'll feel bad that he's tearing up his barely healed lip, but right now, all she can focus on is how incredible his blood tastes. Terezi shivers and presses against him until they're nearly flush, licking away the blood as it wells up. This is suddenly really, really intense, and every other sense she has is being overwhelmed by the thick cherry syrup taste of him. There's a hint of something else, too, something sharper, but she can't quite place it and isn't even sure she cares.]

[allies]

[ if they're wounds made on her behalf, he doesn't mind fucking himself up a little. at least his mutant gutterblooded veins are useful for something. he loves that he can coax those kinds of reactions out of her, and he's enjoying the feeling of her warmth, pressed up close. ]