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[stayb100ponyboy]

Characters: Equius, Gamzee, Wataru, maybe others?
Location: Gamzee and Wataru's hive house
Time: Early morning, after this entry
Style: Any
Status: Semi-closed; if you happen to be hanging around the hive anyway, feel free to pop in

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[faygot]

[Equius is pretty lucky Gamzee hears him at all. Normally he spends his nights curled up next to Wataru, listening to the music blare on his little iGrub, but this night he had turned it off for some reason. It is likely nothing more than a coincidence, but Gamzee'd probably say it is a miracle

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius hears someone exit the hive and come out of the porch, and he feels the boards creak a little under their weight, but he doesn't know if it's the Highblood or Wataru Human until he speaks. And when he recognizes the Highblood's voice, he cringes and tries to curl tighter into himself, gasping out loud when he jars one of his injured ribs.

This was a bad idea.

Why is he even here? He doesn't want the Highblood seeing him this way--he doesn't want anyone seeing him this way--but especially not the Highblood.

Still not looking at the other troll, his right hand creeps up towards his broken horn and clamps down on it. There's nothing erotic about the gesture; this is something meant to cause pain.]

[faygot]

[Welp. Shifting his weight a little until he's crouched more steadily --falling over at this point would just be vastly unhelpful-- he then reaches up to pluck at Equius' fingers. He can't get him to let go, not with how strong Equius is, but maybe the small prodding will convince him not to hurt himself.]

aww, hey, come on now, brother. Ain't no need to be doing any of that motherfuckin' shit. Just all like open up a little, yeah, and tell me why you came here, my brother. I won't judge.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[The Highblood's gesture works, but probably not for the reason he thinks it does. At the touch of the other troll's fingers, Equius freezes; hurting the Highblood would just be the whipped cream on the shit sundae that has been his morning. He doesn't lower his hand, however.

The Highblood might not judge, but Equius is sure as hell judging himself right now. He keeps his eyes downcast, but his shoulders start trembling. Just a little.]

[faygot]

[Once Equius stops squeezing, Gamzee drops his hand, settling it loosely on one of his shoulders]

Or we can just be chilling like this. You ain't not needing to be telling me any shit you ain't wanting me to know. I can't be making a motherfucker get his fuckin' speak on and I ain't want to either, okay?

gotta admit I'm a little surprised here... I didn't know Equius was a self-harmer

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Hearing the Highblood's gentle words, Equius starts trembling even harder. He can't even control that, but he doesn't care, because it hurts, and that's good... that's what he deserves.

When he finally manages to speak, the words come out in a tortured gasp.]

Why... why are you being so nice to me?

Noo, my poor baby.

[faygot]

Well, shit, that one is easy. We're bros, right?

[He is not going to move that hand. He can feel him tremble underneath him, but he really isn't quite sure what to do. So he just settles for patting his arm for a moment.]

'sides, I'm all of the fuckin' opinion of being that sometimes every motherfucker all be needing someone to be telling them some good shit and be nice. Even if we all got up to all sorts of wicked mischief, I'm thinking we still fuckin' deserve that.

[Because, well, he doesn't really know the intricacies of it all. Or has really thought too much on it, but... when people had been nice to him even after he had done all that horrible shit, it had made him feel a little better too.]

Man, so moody today!

[stayb100ponyboy]

[It's the touching that gets Equius' attention more than the Highblood's words. There it is again... one of the only trolls who isn't afraid to touch him, who is either brave or foolish enough to trust him.

Slowly, carefully, he lowers his hand from his horn, letting both of them fall limp into his lap. His face is uncovered now, exposing the bruise that stains one half of it and the crusted blood at the corner of his mouth.

He still can't bring himself to look at the Highblood.]

You could do so much better than me for your bros.

... I guess my standard answer of 'needs to get laid' won't work here. SIX SWEEPS SIX SWEEPS

[faygot]

I ain't much like thinking of which motherfuckers are better than any other motherfuckers, you know? We can all just be equal here.

[Once Equius drops his hands enough that Gamzee can get a good look at his face, Gamzee frowns again. That is one spectacular bruise. And blue crusted blood too. Not good.]

Uh, bro, I ain't gonna be asking you here what the motherfuck happened, cause I'm thinkin' you can be telling me that shit when you are all done and ready for it but... you okay? You ain't looking so hot. Got it looking like you smashed your pan into a wall.

[which... may have happened to Gamzee once or twice. It's just... that one wheel device. She was such a wicked temptress.]

I think "needs a hug" is a good substitute

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius has never been anyone's equal. He's always been on the outside, looking in, his strength a prison more than a gift most of the time. That's all he knows.]

I... I was trying to control it. I swear, I didn't mean to...

[He looks up then, finally meeting the Highblood's gaze, and he stops talking as abruptly as he started, mesmerized by the sight of the other troll without his makeup.]

hugs are an excellent substitute!

[faygot]

[Gamzee is pretty much caught off guard by the intense stare. He actually isn't sure what Equius is staring at here: the fact that he doens't have any paint on or the fact that the tender skin under his eyes looks dark and bruised enough like he has been punched]

Woah, something on my face, bro?

[stayb100ponyboy]

No. No, there's not.

[Equius can't get over how different the Highblood looks without the thick greasepaint covering his features. His elegant, aristocratic features, and all the textures of his grey skin, and that light dusting of fine spots across the bridge of his nose that Equius suddenly wants to run his thumb over them to see if they feel any different from the rest of his face...

Except he can't, can he? He can't and he'll never be able to.

With that thought, the despondency comes crashing back and Equius looks away again.]

Your face is fine.

[Which is more than he can say for his. He can already feel the skin drawing tight over the swelling where the last Soul Force connected.]

[faygot]

Hope so. Shit, this is the only fuckin' face I all up got, you know

oh god, Gamzee, y u so sweet?

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius gasps when the cold bag touches his face, but the Highblood is right; that does make it feel better.

With his face hurting a bit less, Equius is suddenly aware of how uncomfortable the rest of him is, all bunched up like this. Carefully, always cognizant of the other troll's proximity, he unfolds himself into a more natural, slightly more relaxed position, his limbs creaking like he's aged one hundred sweeps as he rearranges them.

He makes no movement to take the cold bag himself, though.]

Thank you. That does help.

[Is there a bag of frozen grub eggs for his heart too, Highblood?]

cause he looooves him. i mean everyone. yeah, he loves everyone

[faygot]

[And Gamzee is quite content to keep holding the bag of frozen peas to his face. It's what you do for a friend, right]

Got any other motherfuckin' spots that are all like sore being and shit? Cause I'm telling you, bro, we got a whole thermal hull full of this shit that I could be packin' on you if needed be.

welp, it's pretty obvious where Equius stands on this particular issue.

[stayb100ponyboy]

[Equius surprises himself by making a rumbling noise that, while it's not laughter, not by a long shot, isn't exactly a sound of despair either. It's caught somewhere between the two poles.]

Everything hurts. I feel like I got trampled by a herd of wild hoofbeasts.