I SHOULD MAKE YOUR ASS WAIT OUT IN THE COLD, JUST FOR THAT.
[But of course he won't. Vance isn't even at work right now, had just been lazing about in the library with a couple new books, and he was indeed making an annoyed face at the note. He's curious though, ridiculously so, but at the same time he doesn't want to seem too eager and give the asshole something to hold over him.
His patience only holds off about three minutes before he puts all the books away and flies off to the roof of the employee quarters to see just what the hell's going on. And yeah, so what if he's wearing his full on god tier outfit? It's his day off and those pajamas are a shitload more comfortable and warmer than any of the worker outfits they were provided with. Shouldn't take him anymore than five minutes to reach the destination, maybe a little more for screwing around in the sky strictly longer than necessary, but fuck you he really likes flying ok.]
[[Shades was going to make a joke about how hot his ass is and therefore no worries, but really he didn't feel like it and if he didn't reply, it'd mean that Vance would take this more seriously. He wouldn't drag his feet if Shades didn't reply right away with something snarky.
Or he would. Both were an option when it comes to Vance.
All the same, he waits where he should, getting a little cold, but thanks to that medical freak at least he had a bit of something to wear while waiting. He's about to turn around and go back in, he's cold, or at least a little colder core temperature than he felt like he wanted to be.
...But he pulls to a full stop. Nope. He's going to stay here. Vance isn't going to stand him up. Alright, Shades, make some designs in the snow. Like dicks. Snow dicks.]]
C'mon man my balls are gonna freeze off.
[[He whispered to himself, hands inside the clothing to keep himself without the chill. Maybe he shouldn't have come up twenty minutes before he messaged Vance. That may have helped. Maybe he'll take him to the fifth floor instead for a bit once he gets there. Eh. He'll find out.]]
[From a higher vantage point, it's obvious the dumbass is freezing his balls off already. Vance rolls his eyes as he hovers above for a minute, just out of sight, and lets himself be amused by the snow dicks. Some things will never fucking change, and he's pretty comfortable with them staying exactly as they are.
Fly with those shitty fairy wings definitely has it's perks, because it allows him to sneak up on the bastard in a way that would be impossible otherwise. Sorry Shades, but you're getting a troll against your back and a dark red cape wrapped around you from behind. With how small Vance is and how fucking big the cape is, it's not too difficult to get it around both of them. Dave's cape used to do the job for them just fine, after all.]
How fucking long have you been out here?
[He's still hovering a few inches off the ground, just enough for him to rest his chin on the asshole's shoulder without the usual hassle of having to lean up to reach.]
[[Is blissfully unaware he has an audience, it's definitely dick parade up there, no one really ever goes but him and the roofs remind him of a time where he had a simple, vicious, brutal life, but one that wasn't going to kill someone. Well. Maybe, depending on how many times Bro had cut the shit out of his body and left him with wounds across it.
He sighs, heavily, at that thought, he torments himself too much with it and isn't at all aware of the incoming swoopfairy.
Shades does startle at first with the sudden short stature against his back, but it's only out of reaction than anything else. He quickly hears that voice and sees that cape, rolling his eyes.]]
Like maybe less than a minute or something, it's not like I waited up here or something for you, Vance.
[[No that's a good damned lie and feeling that chin on his shoulder is foreign while standing, but contrary to his lie, he is cold and he is sort of leaning against him. Not too heavily or they'd need to both be flying or both be falling.]]
Bullshit. I've been watching you for at least a minute, and all these dick drawings says an entirely different story.
[But the tone's not as harsh as it could be, more amused than anything, and maybe just a bit flattered. This guy really is a loser sometimes, more than he lets other people see. But it's seeing that side of him that makes the rest of his asshole moves endearing as shit. Or could just be how Vance tends to gravitate towards insufferable pricks and hipsters, but that's really besides the point.
His arms tighten around him, making himself comfortable curled against his back and really loving how he can get away with this now with his wings. It's been a while since he made the deal, and so far, there have been absolutely zero negative consequences for it. Suck on that Percy.]
What's up?
[Because he doesn't think Shades would call him up here just for a few snow dicks, they could do that at any point, and he'd be lying if he wasn't a little curious why the other didn't just come find him in the first place.]
[[O-oh. Okay well, maybe he shouldn't have been so focused on getting the round ball sacs as round as he could with his foot and took a moment to look up. But he's sure not going to admit it.]]
Those were here when I got here.
[[Even if Vance watched him do them. But the secondary question of the night was a little bit much. The point is that he'd talked to Mabel and that this shirt was under way. Working at the Casino and having to build up his shit to how he liked it, which wasn't easy, he'd had a bunch of spare wire he didn't really know what he wanted to do with. Originally he was going to keep it incase Dirk showed up which had prompted him down the isle of 'if Dirk shows up, does that mean my shit is void'. That aside the wire was the issue, one of which he had figured out something fun to do with while thinking the idle thoughts about Paradox clones.]]
Maybe I just wanted to see you? Maybe I'm so starved for your attention because you never call me any more, never tell me about your day in so much staving fucking detail that I vomit- or maybe I'm BS'ing because...
[[No he's going to have fun with this.]]
Well I've been thinking about the whole us thing, Vance. You know, like you n' me and that makes the us thing.
[[He leans his head against Vance's.]]
See... I don't know. We're not on the meteor anymore and there's so many other people out there, maybe we should just... How do I say this?...Do you get what I'm saying? I mean... Maybe it'd be for the better if... You know.
[Is.. he...? No, no, that's bullshit. Vance knows what comes to his mind at those words, what fears and insecurities he doesn't think either of them will ever get over practically boil over with how it's being phrased. For a few seconds, his grip loosens on Shades, his mind a jumbled mess of worst case scenarios all clamoring together like a giant fuckfest on a horn pile.
But then the growl starts up, because fuck. no. He knows better than that, he knows him better than that, just as well as he knows how fucking stupid this asshole is and how god damn annoying all of his stupid ideas of jokes are.
He can't be meaning what it sounds like, and the fucker has to know what he's saying. How many god damned romcoms has he forced him to watch? Those fucking lines are the ones that drive Vance crazy, have him screaming at the computer screen and throwing shit because god dammit they were perfect together what is that asshole doing and now here this motherfucker is pulling that exact same shit on him.
So, without any warning aside from the growl, that fading mark on Shades' neck? He's getting bit, just low enough to miss the vein, and blood's being drawn.]
[[That quiet is discerning and also making Shades believe Vance is actually falling for it. Then he'll have the perfect 'I changed my mind' moment and Vance will be so happy that he'll forget all about it along with Shades' awesome gift. Maybe not too awesome, he's never done that shit before but he's tried at least.
He feels the loosening up of those arms around him, that he hadn't expected. He'd been geared to the possibility that he may get squeezed tighter, but not not that he'd have the loosened grip. Alright well he'll lean back a little more.]]
Awh c'mon, don't get growly about it. You understand, right? It's not like I don't want to be your friend or anything anymore, fuck to the no. You're my be--
[[That's where his line left off. It was going to be the best of lines about how maybe he had a revelation with being best friends that they are perfect together but, instead he's pretty sure he feels a massive pain on his neck. Not just the normal pain in his neck that Vance can be.
No this one is enough that he actually chokes out a growled cry o his own, grabbing on to the offending head and subsequently his hair. Oh fuck. Oh fuck he can feel blood falling down on to his clothes. The hand in his hair is torn between pulling and just at least holding - if he pulls, he may pull that flesh deeper or cause the troll to bite harder and so he grits his teeth and throws himself at the mercy that perhaps Vance will listen to his next, quaint request.]]
What the FUCK, VANCE! LET GO!
[[His voice may have cracked a bit. Not in any way like this fashion, but Shades had very well wanted something like this, a little more visceral but certainly not out of anger - or whatever the fuck this was and even MORE so not out of the blue. He more thought it'd be in the midst of makeouts, maybe a little more than makeouts. Maybe he'd have flat out asked, but no this was certainly a frightening revelation more than a jovial one.]]
[There's a small part of him that feels bad, almost feels bad, because he's sure whatever stupid fucking tirade the asshole was planning on going on would make up for it, but he couldn't. He just couldn't, even for a second, pretend that that was okay on any level. It hurt, even knowing locially that it must be a joke...]
Don't you fucking dare... joke about that.
[Shit. Did his voice break? His voice broke, fuck. He's not crying, definitely not, but just thinking of those words even being slightly true, the scenarios he'd always imagined was inevitable, that Shades would see John and Jade again and... Yeah. It's a stupid fear, but it's one that's always been there and hearing those words... So maybe his eyes are burning a little, but like hell he's going to let the tears fall.
At the very least, his mouth stays pressed to the wound, fangs no longer digging in flesh, and as disgusting as it is there's at least a small bit of an apologetic lick to clean a little of the blood. But. God dammit.]
[[This burned, it burned badly and it was all he could do to resist prying this asshole off of his neck, but again that age old fear that he'd pull more skin with it stuck harder than the searing feeling of sharp teeth in his neck. He didn't feel like the blood was gushing at least, Vance had missed the main vein and maybe it was a good thing they'd had that conversation or maybe Vance had just plain out missed. At this point, Shades wasn't sure what he was supposed to think.
He heard the crackle in Vance's voice, the piqued warning about joking on this sort of level and Shades has learned his lesson. Learned it god damned good. What he wanted was to be let fucking go of right then, not to be licked, which he shifts away from after, shuffling his shoulder get enough room to move his hand up to his neck and hold it overtop instead.]]
Neither is BITING my fucking neck, Vance! Turkey fucking mother of fuck that hurts! Why the fuck did you bite me?!
[[He needs a moment to get over being bitten to realize what a dick move it is. The lesson that he's learned is not to let Vance near him until he's sure it's clear, and maybe that it's a bit of a shit thing to joke about if it gets him this mad that Shades isn't even sure he didn't just miss the vein on his neck by accident. The pressure that he puts on his neck is with his hand and the end of his sleeve. He's keeping the present in that hand, but it's not exposed and is all but maybe a braided string showing.]]
[If it hadn't been a joke before, the chances of Vance fucking up and making Shades actually consider going with it... It's slow as he releases his arms from around him, and even slower as he backs away a couple feet before landing on the snow. He doesn't care. He just doesn't fucking care. Fuck supporting his own weight, Vance is more than fucking happy to stay sitting on his knees where he'd let himself fall in the snow, head bowed as he wipes the remainder of the blood off with his sleeve.
He can't look at him, terrified to even bother looking up to assess the damage. He knows he didn't bite him hard enough to case scarring, enough to do any real damage, but... Shit. Maybe he'd fucked up for good this time. Overreacted, should've taken it as the god damned joke he knew it was, instead of letting it get to him, hurt him like it had. He knows Shades didn't mean to, that he's just a socially retarded fucking moron at times but... Fuck. Now what?
Vance doesn't trust himself to speak, even to answer that question. The answer should be obvious anyway. He was upset, and he couldn't think of any other way to show Shades just how fucking bad those words hurt, other than to translate the pain he felt from them into a more physical form. But maybe he'd gone too far. It wouldn't be the first time. Because of course, nothing good in his life can ever really last long. Why the fuck did he think this could be any different?]
[[His first reaction to being let go is to walk forward a bit, putting his hand to his neck to look at the blood on it each time until the blood looks like maybe it's stopping. Until he's sure he's got the bleeding, as small as it is, under control, he'l let Vance sit there in a God damned heap. Fucking biting him? What the fuck. Even if, yes, the obvious answer is obvious. Shades couldn't give a shit less. Going around biting people? Anyone?!
He had to take a big, deep breath and let it out. Just because his neck burned, just because he was mad, it didn't mean that he wanted to see Vance sit there forever with his head down like that. In fact the more Shades glanced over, the worse he felt. Another large sigh and Dave's bloodied hand moves through his platinum hair.]]
Fuck.
[[Moving a few steps forward, enough that he's not even picking up his feet and messing up his perfect ball sac in the snow to go kneel down on one knee in front of Vance.
There aren't many things he feels like saying, but he did call Vance there to give him something. An aneurysm isn't one of those things.]]
Look at me.
[[It's said with authority, but the voice behind it is at least calm.]]
I'm not fucking talking to the nubs on your head, look at me.
[Part of Vance can't help but realize how fucking cliche the situation is. Him, sitting there on his knees in the snow, and yet he's not the least bit bothered by the cold. No, his mind going a million miles a fucking minute at all the shitty ways this could end has his entire body feeling too numb to care about his surroundings. He's only vaguely aware when Shades finally comes over, and no matter how calm, the tone of voice makes him flinch.
All because Vance can't take a fucking joke. Everything, every single moment he's enjoyed over the past few years, a complete fucking waste just because he couldn't just roll with a stupid joke and wait for the punch line. Because he let his insecurities get the best of him, made him react in anger so he wouldn't cry.
Some fucking good that did, because as he tries to open his mouth, tries to apologize, he closes it and finds his teeth clenching. Yeah. It was only a matter of time before the tears started, god dammit. He's so fucking pathetic. Like hell he's going to look up when he can't even keep his shit together enough to stop himself from crying.
He never fucking thought he'd be missing Gamzee, but right about now, having a moirail, even a shitty one, to hide on, would be great.]
[[It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see that Vance is beating himself up over-- well 'something' isn't the right word. It's likely over biting his boyfriend the way he had or whatever word the trolls used for that shit. He also doesn't have to be a mind reader to know that there's going to be tears soon, but he'd at least hoped that Vance would have looked up at him. There's a lot of shit he at least wants to say and saying it to someone's head isn't what he wanted.
But, that's the lesson here, Shades, you can't just do what you want and expect to get away with it and not hurt someone in the process all the time. He really had been raised by the shittiest parent ever, his guardian, at this sort of shit, sucked and he was doomed to repeat that same bouts of mistakes until this shit subsided and he could learn not to be an asshole in the wrong way.]]
Shit. [[He hadn't been anticipating tears, but there they are right there.]] Vance.
[[He's not sure why he's saying his name. Dave doesn't cry, shutuphedoesntcry, but he's seen other people do it and maybe done it once or twice for irony sake. But when it comes to crying it's hard to stop. It's supposed to be a coping mechanism. Coping for things like being abandoned... which now that Shades is thinking about it, it's exactly what he'd been joking about, joking about abandoning him. Even though Vance should have known something was up, considering all the times he's all but said 'I love you' here which is never something a ...huh. There's that name blank again. Well, never something his family ever says... But that's no excuse and he feels suddenly terrible. In fact, he's going to tell *Phonic on himself just so she'll kick him in the balls for it. He'd deserve it. Deserves worse than this neck thing.]]
C'mon.
[[To test the waters and see if he's going to be bitten again or not, he brings his hand close to Vance, hesitating for only a second. It's the empty hand, but it needs to be in order to give the troll a little pull toward him, see if he wanted to prove to himself Shades isn't mad. Or isn't any more. He's even shuffling on that one knee to get a bit closer.]]
C'mere, I ain't mad at you. You just startled me. C'mon now, come in here.
[The way he flinches at the hand makes him hate himself a little more, feeling so fucking stupid for this whole thing, for ruining everything. A moment passes and he doesn't move, is still too afraid and still trying to stop those god damn tears from falling when he knows it just makes him look pathetic. But.. Fuck. He can't hold out, can't curl in on himself like he wants to.
So he takes the chance to push himself forward, curling his hands in the other's shirt, too afraid to wrap his arms around him, and just hides against his chest for a minute. Vance doesn't know if the shaking is from the cold finally getting to him, or if it's due to the annoying ass tears that are barely subsiding. At least it didn't have him sobbing, Shades had made a move fast enough to prevent that, but. Fuck. He hates being so weak, so fucking worthless like this.
He wants to apologize, to find some way to make it up to him for making him bleed, but there's a stubborn side that refuses because... Shit. He doesn't want to think he deserves this, that it's what he gets for being a stupid asshole. But he does, and he hates it, hates himself, all the more for it. In the end, Vance doesn't say a word as he curls himself tighter against Shades' chest.]
[[Shades still didn't need any PhD's to know what was going on, maybe not every single word, but he knew that Vance didn't like to look weak. He knew that he didn't like to be put on display as anything but a big, bad, toughie. Exactly like Shades. The problem with that is that he runs his mouth too often without thinking of the consequences and the consequences have the ...man? Troll? Being. That he loves most in front of him crying little streams of red. Yet another thing Shades knows he doesn't like to do.
It's fine if he doesn't say anything. It's killing Shades slowly, but the blond deserves it for pulling that shit. At least he's got him in against his chest. That shaking is a little concerning though and the arms that had previously tried to move the troll away, were now pulling out around the smaller bodied of the two. He went as far as making sure at least one arm stayed around while the other tucked the cape around Vance and Vance alone, he could deal with it. The hand that has finished tucking that cape around, makes its appearance at Vance's eyes, carefully wiping away the tears with the hem of his sleeve.]]
Don't gotta say anything. I'm not mad. I did somethin' wrong and it's not your fault you got angry. I wish you'd'a done it under sexier conditions. I'd've liked it under sexier conditions. I don't care who knows what we do or don't do. Kinda. Wish you would'a done it back in the hotspri--
...That's not helping. I'm not helping am I? I'm not. I'm not.
[[Shades sets his glasses to the side somewhere, not too fussed at the moment about them. He's also recognizing it's not the time to talk about it and his shoulders wilt, he's just as depleted of what to do or say. But he's got to say something.]]
Didn't do anything wrong. Least look me in the eye, see that I'm not lying yeah? It's tough looking at an ugly inferior human, but give it a go for my sake... please?
[A few minutes under such circumstances can feel like an eternity. Vance of all people should know this, and yet he can't bring himself to move or even speak as he tries to get his shit together. The words though... No, they're helping more than Shades even realizes. Because it's normal, it's stupid bullshit he can't stop saying, and that's enough to relax him.
It's a small shift at first, a clenching and unclenching of his fists in the other's shirt before he undoes the work done to wrap him up. Because Vance is once again grabbing his cape and wrapping it around both of them before he moves just enough to look up at the asshole. The tear stains are still there, that stupid diluted red he hadn't managed to brush off against his shirt, but he's not mad. Worried, yeah that's not too easy to get rid of. Tired, annoyed, but it's all directed more internally than external. The soft, amused snort he gives is enough indication that he finds the tirade as entertaining as always.]
I... Shit... Maybe I overreacted, I just... I know you can do better, okay? But I know you wouldn't, I mean, actually want to find someone else. It's... I knew you were joking. Fuck, you're lucky I knew it was a stupid fucking joke, because if I'd believed you... I don't think I'd be here right now. I wouldn't have wanted to hear the rest of whatever the fuck you were planning on saying. It was stupid but... You know I get pissed off easier than any motherfucker we know and... it's a defense mechanism and... You scared me, ok?
[It's hard for him to say, to even get the words right, but... He tries.]
[[Eternity is right. And it feels like it drags on for several of them while he wallows in self-loathing and the inability to filter himself for anything. He does notice the movement, but he assumes it has nothing to do with his idiot bullshit he spews every moment of every day. He's pretty sure what he said was ill timed and fucked up. Why bring up something like that at a time like this? Who the fuck knows he just had to be on autopilot. He feels the movement more than sees it, if Vance isn't going to look up at him he isn't going to-- oh wait there we go. Even then it's hard to look him in the eyes and equally as difficult not to. His hand comes up again and presses to those cheeks to get what he couldn't get blindly. Even that amused noise he's not sure is actually amused and... he's just as scared.
Cape or not to comfort and hide them it didn't hide any of their mutual fears, but the moment that Vance says that Shades could do 'better'. What kind of 'better' is he talking about here? He's listening to the rest of it but his features are definitely twisted in to confusion, almost Dirk-the-first-time with less comedic property confusion. The words themselves are perfect, but the sentiment... the sentiment was born on the back of something Shades didn't like to hear.]]
...Vance I don't know where you think I could do better- and don't take that the wrong way either. Any wrong way, I don't care what wrong way. Who the fuck else would put up with my bullshit the way you do? Join in it and make it fun the way you do? But you're right. I'd have deserved you flyin' off like a big candy fairy in the night. Don't be scared. There's nothin' gonna take me from you or you from me. Mainly you from me because I'll have to fight to the death for your honor. Ain't no one in this world better for me than you. I uh.
[They're both insecure fucking idiots, maybe that came with the whole Knight thing? Go figure, the only knight who pretty much bleeds confidence is the only female knight out of all the players. Latula was a Pyrope though, so that in itself was moot point. And his mind is getting off track, because nothing outside of the cape matters right now. Nothing could ever come between them, he's known that, and yet here they are, a couple of stupid fucking kids paranoid about getting left behind when they should both know better. Idiots made for idiots.
He doesn't know what to say to that, how to properly respond and fix whatever the fuck it is they both fucked up here. Because even if Shades thinks it's entirely his fault, it's not. It's both of them being complete fucking idiots, both saying and reacting in ways they shouldn't have. But how to fix it? Fuck if he knows.
So instead, he does the next best thing. He stops those rambled words and prevents his own by leaning up for a kiss. Nothing too rushed, too hard. Soft, but not at all hesitant. It doesn't need to be. It's only what it is, a reminder to them both that they're idiots who need to stop being so damn insecure around each other.]
[[It is entirely his fault. If he'd have learned what a boundary is before all this, maybe not have thought something as funny as abandoning Vance to go enjoy the company of other people in various ways for all things considered, there'd never have been this fight, there never would have been the stinging bite on his neck or the stinging bite that he still feels in his heart, too. Despite that Vance seems to be opening back up, not shut down in the middle of snowdicks, it still doesn't feel okay. In fact it feels 0k. Which isn't at all okay.
When nothing gets said after he barely speaks his last bit of words before trailing off, that scares him even more. There were certain lines in both directions they both don't really cross. He crossed it by psuedo saying it in the water and he'd crossed it out right here. Being in love isn't something either of them had the leisure to do, at least back home, the risk to accept either. But they'd gone and done it. Some how gone and fallen flat faced bold in love with each other and Shades didn't want it any differently, not now, not in 100 years from now and he'd almost fucked it up too, if not the specific person fucking it up. That may be Vance's domain normally but it was his, right now he was Knight of Fuckup more like.
He saw the Troll lean up, letting his eyes slide closed, leaning in return to meet him half way and covet the other's lips, their taste, even if somewhat coppery. But he takes it at any rate. He's not outpacing it, not making it out to be anything but a kiss to comfort the both of them. The interest in giving up on said kiss or letting it become all too brief when it felt so consummate, how could he want to feel anything but the words behind that kiss. If the blond wasn't so busy with his mouth, he may have smiled. Without meaning to, really, Shades has become one of those shitty romance stories that he picks apart. While his arms wrap around a little tighter to the troll to pull him in and deny his leaving this kiss any time soon.
Normally he'd have tried to push his boundaries. That was the way Shades was. This time he just wanted the overwhelming warmth and the sigh against Vance's face through his nose said more about his need for this closeness than if he'd said it out loud. Just how much this had made him feel a bit more secure again. Vance didn't have to say it back, he hadn't ever heard a Troll he remembered go screaming out 'I love you'. But this more than conveyed it, there was nothing to make up for. Shades had a lot to make up for. Making him cry? That's unacceptable.
So, apparently, is the lack of oxygen to his lungs despite breathing through his nose where he had been trying to exclusively breathe for however long he could manage this flawless feeling kiss. Despite the bit of burn, his lips stay pliantly against Vance's as long as he could, finally having to part long enough to breathe deeply through his mouth. No heavy, quick panting, just calm, deep breaths, but he couldn't bring himself to tear away from this grey-skinned, irresistible, sharktoothed asshole. It didn't matter how cold it was or wasn't where they were both knelt in the snow, he couldn't have cared less.
His voice had lost most tone, heart busy fluttering in his throat somewhere to make it almost sound like the whisper he ended up using wasn't his own, normally confident voice.]]
Vance?
[[He had to take a moment to regain his voice, the test hadn't gone as well.]]
I don't wanna go home on my own tonight. No-homo though, I'll keep my hands to myself in that respect.
[[Slender fingers, belying of their ability and skill, press up in to Vance's hair, avoiding his horn, but all the same stroking through the strands. Times like this when they were alone, or could be, was so nice. No chance of someone coming up on them to embarrass them specifically. It would have definitely separated them and Shades was pretty sure he couldn't handle that right now. Right now what he wanted was just this.]]
Just. Want t'wake up and listen to you bitch about how I'm up in the middle of your night. Or that I hog blankets. That I likely talk in my damn sleep, or that I'm cold as fuck all the time and you gotta do all the work t'warm us both up like now.
[[On an otherwise serene, if not stoic, face, the smallest of up-quirks finds its way to Shades' lips, fingers continuing their light-tipped paths.]]
You can say no, I won't be upset. But it gets real hard t'kiss like that one if I'm far's fuck away.
[[To elaborate on his point and so he didn't take Vance's ability to speak away, the corners of Vance's lips were his target, giving them one kiss each.]]
I'll even give you th'thing I drug you up here t'get, you know t'sweeten the deal. Spoiler alert, it isn't a cock either.
[Love is a terrifying thing. So fickle, so fragile, that even saying it seems like it could shatter anything it's attached to. At one point, when he was young, he thought loved Terezi. Even more recently, he'd thought he loved Dirk. While the former and the latter are incomparable, they both ended badly, in some way or another. And maybe that's why he's so hesitant to say it now, so scared to lose what he has. But, does it matter? He has him here, and he'll have him even when he goes back home. Despite them not remembering their time here, the stupid times they've been through and will go through, he'll still have him. But... for how long? Neither of them can predict the outcome of the upcoming battles, if Shades will survive, or if Vance will make it back in time before everything's over. It's terrifying, and yet, he knows how stupid he's being.
Arms tighten around the older boy, pulling him closer, almost desperately, before the kiss breaks and Shades starts to speak again. No. He can't let him slip away from him, can't ruin everything. But, shit. It doesn't seem like the right time. He doesn't want the words to seem like an afterthought, like they weren't as important as they were meant to be. So, for a bit longer, he withholds them.
Be it for the warmth or merely for his own sake, Vance rubs his cheek against the other's, and is careful and slow in his movements as he presses a kiss to the bite mark, another apology for it.]
You're more than fucking welcome in my room. Hell, none of my roommates would even judge us. Two of them practically share a fucking futon every night as it is. No one would say a fucking word to us, and we can spend all day tomorrow in bed watching shitty movies.
[[Shades doesn't need to hear a thing to know it, hearing it would be nice but he's not focused on what he's not gotten and more focused on the fact he'd almost fucked it up for the sake of a 'good one liner'. Those arms around him tell him more than he could ever hope to want to hear at the moment and all he wanted was for the continued stay together. If Vance said no, he'd understand, but all things considered wanted nothing further from him than maybe if one of them had to go to the bathroom real quick and then run back after washing their hands. That was the only time apart that Shades needed from Vance.
He didn't flinch this time when Vance went to his neck, in fact, even though it burns, Shades held it in, making sure that any subtle pains weren't echoed out. He could deal with it, it wasn't bad at all. The shock had hurt him more than the bite thankfully, those sharp teeth. Setting his forehead against Vance's after, he smiled a lopsided, satisfied smile.]]
I want that.
[[The time with him, he wanted it desperately.]]
Just a detour to get Car and I'll be happy t'stay all day lazy and still sexy as all get out on the bed covers coming up with names of what to call 'em.
[[A moment passes and Shades leans in to give just a brief press of his lips to Karkat's.]]
I don't care if someone say somethin' you know. Not now. Don't know why I ever cared, I ain't ashamed of you. I joke about groupies but I ain't ashamed.
[[He's forgotten why he's brought Vance here, the trinket in his hand that he kept tucked in his fingers. How could he bother to remember when Vance threw curling up all day at him.]]
[Because the detour to Shades' room meant parting, and while normally he doesn't find himself feeling so damn clingy, now... Right now he feels he needs it, doesn't know what he would do without it. He hadn't been close to losing him, but even feeling like it was a line they almost crossed... So long as he has him by his side, it'll be okay.]
I love you, no matter how fucking stupid both of us can be.
[The words are almost a whisper against lips, spoken after that brief kiss. Because... yeah. yeah, he thinks he can say it not. Can mean it, without being afraid of what he could possibly lose. What he doesn't deserve. But his mind also supplies him with another fact, of the reason he was supposedly brought up here in the first place for.]
What'd you bring me up here for?
[Because they can forget all the drama, forget the fight, the pain. They've got each other, and neither of them are going anywhere unless it's down to the first floor to curl up under Vance's futon together.]
[[Vance saying to him that the other pokemon could go get his precious Car almost threw him, it had meant being apart, but not for more than a minute and ... Even that seemed too much for Vance. They had fucked up, or rather, Shades had and had Vance run off, had something like that happened, no amount of 'sorry' would feel right.
In fact, if Vance had gone nothing in his life would feel the sa-- The words he thinks he heard bring him to more attention to what was just said and he plays it over in his head. He wasn't going to start a 'who was worse' argument, he knows its him. He can't help but smirk, not a sly one or any the sort, but a lopsided, just maybe a bit shy at hearing 'I love you' so casually.
Vance was much smoother on the delivery than his was, he'll give the troll that.]]
Bring you...?
[[His mind is still firmly locked into the sound of Vance's voice and it takes him a second and a glint of light to remember.]]
OH.. Close your eyes. I promise nothing to do with dicks.
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no bitching either
dont make that fucking face at my note
youre making that face at my note
just get here when youre done
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[But of course he won't. Vance isn't even at work right now, had just been lazing about in the library with a couple new books, and he was indeed making an annoyed face at the note. He's curious though, ridiculously so, but at the same time he doesn't want to seem too eager and give the asshole something to hold over him.
His patience only holds off about three minutes before he puts all the books away and flies off to the roof of the employee quarters to see just what the hell's going on. And yeah, so what if he's wearing his full on god tier outfit? It's his day off and those pajamas are a shitload more comfortable and warmer than any of the worker outfits they were provided with. Shouldn't take him anymore than five minutes to reach the destination, maybe a little more for screwing around in the sky strictly longer than necessary, but fuck you he really likes flying ok.]
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Or he would.
Both were an option when it comes to Vance.
All the same, he waits where he should, getting a little cold, but thanks to that medical freak at least he had a bit of something to wear while waiting. He's about to turn around and go back in, he's cold, or at least a little colder core temperature than he felt like he wanted to be.
...But he pulls to a full stop. Nope. He's going to stay here. Vance isn't going to stand him up. Alright, Shades, make some designs in the snow. Like dicks. Snow dicks.]]
C'mon man my balls are gonna freeze off.
[[He whispered to himself, hands inside the clothing to keep himself without the chill. Maybe he shouldn't have come up twenty minutes before he messaged Vance. That may have helped. Maybe he'll take him to the fifth floor instead for a bit once he gets there. Eh. He'll find out.]]
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Fly with those shitty fairy wings definitely has it's perks, because it allows him to sneak up on the bastard in a way that would be impossible otherwise. Sorry Shades, but you're getting a troll against your back and a dark red cape wrapped around you from behind. With how small Vance is and how fucking big the cape is, it's not too difficult to get it around both of them. Dave's cape used to do the job for them just fine, after all.]
How fucking long have you been out here?
[He's still hovering a few inches off the ground, just enough for him to rest his chin on the asshole's shoulder without the usual hassle of having to lean up to reach.]
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He sighs, heavily, at that thought, he torments himself too much with it and isn't at all aware of the incoming swoopfairy.
Shades does startle at first with the sudden short stature against his back, but it's only out of reaction than anything else. He quickly hears that voice and sees that cape, rolling his eyes.]]
Like maybe less than a minute or something, it's not like I waited up here or something for you, Vance.
[[No that's a good damned lie and feeling that chin on his shoulder is foreign while standing, but contrary to his lie, he is cold and he is sort of leaning against him. Not too heavily or they'd need to both be flying or both be falling.]]
I thought I'd be late getting to you...
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[But the tone's not as harsh as it could be, more amused than anything, and maybe just a bit flattered. This guy really is a loser sometimes, more than he lets other people see. But it's seeing that side of him that makes the rest of his asshole moves endearing as shit. Or could just be how Vance tends to gravitate towards insufferable pricks and hipsters, but that's really besides the point.
His arms tighten around him, making himself comfortable curled against his back and really loving how he can get away with this now with his wings. It's been a while since he made the deal, and so far, there have been absolutely zero negative consequences for it. Suck on that Percy.]
What's up?
[Because he doesn't think Shades would call him up here just for a few snow dicks, they could do that at any point, and he'd be lying if he wasn't a little curious why the other didn't just come find him in the first place.]
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Those were here when I got here.
[[Even if Vance watched him do them. But the secondary question of the night was a little bit much. The point is that he'd talked to Mabel and that this shirt was under way. Working at the Casino and having to build up his shit to how he liked it, which wasn't easy, he'd had a bunch of spare wire he didn't really know what he wanted to do with. Originally he was going to keep it incase Dirk showed up which had prompted him down the isle of 'if Dirk shows up, does that mean my shit is void'. That aside the wire was the issue, one of which he had figured out something fun to do with while thinking the idle thoughts about Paradox clones.]]
Maybe I just wanted to see you? Maybe I'm so starved for your attention because you never call me any more, never tell me about your day in so much staving fucking detail that I vomit- or maybe I'm BS'ing because...
[[No he's going to have fun with this.]]
Well I've been thinking about the whole us thing, Vance. You know, like you n' me and that makes the us thing.
[[He leans his head against Vance's.]]
See... I don't know. We're not on the meteor anymore and there's so many other people out there, maybe we should just... How do I say this?...Do you get what I'm saying? I mean... Maybe it'd be for the better if... You know.
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But then the growl starts up, because fuck. no. He knows better than that, he knows him better than that, just as well as he knows how fucking stupid this asshole is and how god damn annoying all of his stupid ideas of jokes are.
He can't be meaning what it sounds like, and the fucker has to know what he's saying. How many god damned romcoms has he forced him to watch? Those fucking lines are the ones that drive Vance crazy, have him screaming at the computer screen and throwing shit because god dammit they were perfect together what is that asshole doing and now here this motherfucker is pulling that exact same shit on him.
So, without any warning aside from the growl, that fading mark on Shades' neck? He's getting bit, just low enough to miss the vein, and blood's being drawn.]
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He feels the loosening up of those arms around him, that he hadn't expected. He'd been geared to the possibility that he may get squeezed tighter, but not not that he'd have the loosened grip. Alright well he'll lean back a little more.]]
Awh c'mon, don't get growly about it. You understand, right? It's not like I don't want to be your friend or anything anymore, fuck to the no. You're my be--
[[That's where his line left off. It was going to be the best of lines about how maybe he had a revelation with being best friends that they are perfect together but, instead he's pretty sure he feels a massive pain on his neck. Not just the normal pain in his neck that Vance can be.
No this one is enough that he actually chokes out a growled cry o his own, grabbing on to the offending head and subsequently his hair. Oh fuck. Oh fuck he can feel blood falling down on to his clothes. The hand in his hair is torn between pulling and just at least holding - if he pulls, he may pull that flesh deeper or cause the troll to bite harder and so he grits his teeth and throws himself at the mercy that perhaps Vance will listen to his next, quaint request.]]
What the FUCK, VANCE! LET GO!
[[His voice may have cracked a bit. Not in any way like this fashion, but Shades had very well wanted something like this, a little more visceral but certainly not out of anger - or whatever the fuck this was and even MORE so not out of the blue. He more thought it'd be in the midst of makeouts, maybe a little more than makeouts. Maybe he'd have flat out asked, but no this was certainly a frightening revelation more than a jovial one.]]
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Don't you fucking dare... joke about that.
[Shit. Did his voice break? His voice broke, fuck. He's not crying, definitely not, but just thinking of those words even being slightly true, the scenarios he'd always imagined was inevitable, that Shades would see John and Jade again and... Yeah. It's a stupid fear, but it's one that's always been there and hearing those words... So maybe his eyes are burning a little, but like hell he's going to let the tears fall.
At the very least, his mouth stays pressed to the wound, fangs no longer digging in flesh, and as disgusting as it is there's at least a small bit of an apologetic lick to clean a little of the blood. But. God dammit.]
That's not funny, asshole.
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He heard the crackle in Vance's voice, the piqued warning about joking on this sort of level and Shades has learned his lesson. Learned it god damned good. What he wanted was to be let fucking go of right then, not to be licked, which he shifts away from after, shuffling his shoulder get enough room to move his hand up to his neck and hold it overtop instead.]]
Neither is BITING my fucking neck, Vance! Turkey fucking mother of fuck that hurts! Why the fuck did you bite me?!
[[He needs a moment to get over being bitten to realize what a dick move it is. The lesson that he's learned is not to let Vance near him until he's sure it's clear, and maybe that it's a bit of a shit thing to joke about if it gets him this mad that Shades isn't even sure he didn't just miss the vein on his neck by accident. The pressure that he puts on his neck is with his hand and the end of his sleeve. He's keeping the present in that hand, but it's not exposed and is all but maybe a braided string showing.]]
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He can't look at him, terrified to even bother looking up to assess the damage. He knows he didn't bite him hard enough to case scarring, enough to do any real damage, but... Shit. Maybe he'd fucked up for good this time. Overreacted, should've taken it as the god damned joke he knew it was, instead of letting it get to him, hurt him like it had. He knows Shades didn't mean to, that he's just a socially retarded fucking moron at times but... Fuck. Now what?
Vance doesn't trust himself to speak, even to answer that question. The answer should be obvious anyway. He was upset, and he couldn't think of any other way to show Shades just how fucking bad those words hurt, other than to translate the pain he felt from them into a more physical form. But maybe he'd gone too far. It wouldn't be the first time. Because of course, nothing good in his life can ever really last long. Why the fuck did he think this could be any different?]
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He had to take a big, deep breath and let it out. Just because his neck burned, just because he was mad, it didn't mean that he wanted to see Vance sit there forever with his head down like that. In fact the more Shades glanced over, the worse he felt. Another large sigh and Dave's bloodied hand moves through his platinum hair.]]
Fuck.
[[Moving a few steps forward, enough that he's not even picking up his feet and messing up his perfect ball sac in the snow to go kneel down on one knee in front of Vance.
There aren't many things he feels like saying, but he did call Vance there to give him something. An aneurysm isn't one of those things.]]
Look at me.
[[It's said with authority, but the voice behind it is at least calm.]]
I'm not fucking talking to the nubs on your head, look at me.
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All because Vance can't take a fucking joke. Everything, every single moment he's enjoyed over the past few years, a complete fucking waste just because he couldn't just roll with a stupid joke and wait for the punch line. Because he let his insecurities get the best of him, made him react in anger so he wouldn't cry.
Some fucking good that did, because as he tries to open his mouth, tries to apologize, he closes it and finds his teeth clenching. Yeah. It was only a matter of time before the tears started, god dammit. He's so fucking pathetic. Like hell he's going to look up when he can't even keep his shit together enough to stop himself from crying.
He never fucking thought he'd be missing Gamzee, but right about now, having a moirail, even a shitty one, to hide on, would be great.]
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But, that's the lesson here, Shades, you can't just do what you want and expect to get away with it and not hurt someone in the process all the time. He really had been raised by the shittiest parent ever, his guardian, at this sort of shit, sucked and he was doomed to repeat that same bouts of mistakes until this shit subsided and he could learn not to be an asshole in the wrong way.]]
Shit.
[[He hadn't been anticipating tears, but there they are right there.]]
Vance.
[[He's not sure why he's saying his name. Dave doesn't cry, shutuphedoesntcry, but he's seen other people do it and maybe done it once or twice for irony sake. But when it comes to crying it's hard to stop. It's supposed to be a coping mechanism. Coping for things like being abandoned... which now that Shades is thinking about it, it's exactly what he'd been joking about, joking about abandoning him. Even though Vance should have known something was up, considering all the times he's all but said 'I love you' here which is never something a ...huh. There's that name blank again. Well, never something his family ever says... But that's no excuse and he feels suddenly terrible. In fact, he's going to tell *Phonic on himself just so she'll kick him in the balls for it. He'd deserve it. Deserves worse than this neck thing.]]
C'mon.
[[To test the waters and see if he's going to be bitten again or not, he brings his hand close to Vance, hesitating for only a second. It's the empty hand, but it needs to be in order to give the troll a little pull toward him, see if he wanted to prove to himself Shades isn't mad. Or isn't any more. He's even shuffling on that one knee to get a bit closer.]]
C'mere, I ain't mad at you. You just startled me. C'mon now, come in here.
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So he takes the chance to push himself forward, curling his hands in the other's shirt, too afraid to wrap his arms around him, and just hides against his chest for a minute. Vance doesn't know if the shaking is from the cold finally getting to him, or if it's due to the annoying ass tears that are barely subsiding. At least it didn't have him sobbing, Shades had made a move fast enough to prevent that, but. Fuck. He hates being so weak, so fucking worthless like this.
He wants to apologize, to find some way to make it up to him for making him bleed, but there's a stubborn side that refuses because... Shit. He doesn't want to think he deserves this, that it's what he gets for being a stupid asshole. But he does, and he hates it, hates himself, all the more for it. In the end, Vance doesn't say a word as he curls himself tighter against Shades' chest.]
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It's fine if he doesn't say anything. It's killing Shades slowly, but the blond deserves it for pulling that shit. At least he's got him in against his chest. That shaking is a little concerning though and the arms that had previously tried to move the troll away, were now pulling out around the smaller bodied of the two. He went as far as making sure at least one arm stayed around while the other tucked the cape around Vance and Vance alone, he could deal with it. The hand that has finished tucking that cape around, makes its appearance at Vance's eyes, carefully wiping away the tears with the hem of his sleeve.]]
Don't gotta say anything. I'm not mad. I did somethin' wrong and it's not your fault you got angry. I wish you'd'a done it under sexier conditions. I'd've liked it under sexier conditions. I don't care who knows what we do or don't do. Kinda. Wish you would'a done it back in the hotspri--
...That's not helping. I'm not helping am I? I'm not. I'm not.
[[Shades sets his glasses to the side somewhere, not too fussed at the moment about them. He's also recognizing it's not the time to talk about it and his shoulders wilt, he's just as depleted of what to do or say. But he's got to say something.]]
Didn't do anything wrong. Least look me in the eye, see that I'm not lying yeah? It's tough looking at an ugly inferior human, but give it a go for my sake... please?
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It's a small shift at first, a clenching and unclenching of his fists in the other's shirt before he undoes the work done to wrap him up. Because Vance is once again grabbing his cape and wrapping it around both of them before he moves just enough to look up at the asshole. The tear stains are still there, that stupid diluted red he hadn't managed to brush off against his shirt, but he's not mad. Worried, yeah that's not too easy to get rid of. Tired, annoyed, but it's all directed more internally than external. The soft, amused snort he gives is enough indication that he finds the tirade as entertaining as always.]
I... Shit... Maybe I overreacted, I just... I know you can do better, okay? But I know you wouldn't, I mean, actually want to find someone else. It's... I knew you were joking. Fuck, you're lucky I knew it was a stupid fucking joke, because if I'd believed you... I don't think I'd be here right now. I wouldn't have wanted to hear the rest of whatever the fuck you were planning on saying. It was stupid but... You know I get pissed off easier than any motherfucker we know and... it's a defense mechanism and... You scared me, ok?
[It's hard for him to say, to even get the words right, but... He tries.]
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And it feels like it drags on for several of them while he wallows in self-loathing and the inability to filter himself for anything. He does notice the movement, but he assumes it has nothing to do with his idiot bullshit he spews every moment of every day. He's pretty sure what he said was ill timed and fucked up. Why bring up something like that at a time like this? Who the fuck knows he just had to be on autopilot. He feels the movement more than sees it, if Vance isn't going to look up at him he isn't going to-- oh wait there we go. Even then it's hard to look him in the eyes and equally as difficult not to. His hand comes up again and presses to those cheeks to get what he couldn't get blindly. Even that amused noise he's not sure is actually amused and... he's just as scared.
Cape or not to comfort and hide them it didn't hide any of their mutual fears, but the moment that Vance says that Shades could do 'better'. What kind of 'better' is he talking about here? He's listening to the rest of it but his features are definitely twisted in to confusion, almost Dirk-the-first-time with less comedic property confusion. The words themselves are perfect, but the sentiment... the sentiment was born on the back of something Shades didn't like to hear.]]
...Vance I don't know where you think I could do better- and don't take that the wrong way either. Any wrong way, I don't care what wrong way. Who the fuck else would put up with my bullshit the way you do? Join in it and make it fun the way you do? But you're right. I'd have deserved you flyin' off like a big candy fairy in the night. Don't be scared. There's nothin' gonna take me from you or you from me. Mainly you from me because I'll have to fight to the death for your honor. Ain't no one in this world better for me than you. I uh.
You know.
[[He clears his throat.]]
I love you.
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He doesn't know what to say to that, how to properly respond and fix whatever the fuck it is they both fucked up here. Because even if Shades thinks it's entirely his fault, it's not. It's both of them being complete fucking idiots, both saying and reacting in ways they shouldn't have. But how to fix it? Fuck if he knows.
So instead, he does the next best thing. He stops those rambled words and prevents his own by leaning up for a kiss. Nothing too rushed, too hard. Soft, but not at all hesitant. It doesn't need to be. It's only what it is, a reminder to them both that they're idiots who need to stop being so damn insecure around each other.]
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In fact it feels 0k. Which isn't at all okay.When nothing gets said after he
barelyspeaks his last bit of words before trailing off, that scares him even more. There were certain lines in both directions they both don't really cross. He crossed it by psuedo saying it in the water and he'd crossed it out right here. Being in love isn't something either of them had the leisure to do, at least back home, the risk to accept either. But they'd gone and done it. Some how gone and fallen flat faced bold in love with each other and Shades didn't want it any differently, not now, not in 100 years from now and he'd almost fucked it up too, if not the specific person fucking it up. That may be Vance's domain normally but it was his, right now he was Knight of Fuckup more like.He saw the Troll lean up, letting his eyes slide closed, leaning in return to meet him half way and covet the other's lips, their taste, even if somewhat coppery. But he takes it at any rate. He's not outpacing it, not making it out to be anything but a kiss to comfort the both of them. The interest in giving up on said kiss or letting it become all too brief when it felt so consummate, how could he want to feel anything but the words behind that kiss. If the blond wasn't so busy with his mouth, he may have smiled. Without meaning to, really, Shades has become one of those shitty romance stories that he picks apart. While his arms wrap around a little tighter to the troll to pull him in and deny his leaving this kiss any time soon.
Normally he'd have tried to push his boundaries. That was the way Shades was. This time he just wanted the overwhelming warmth and the sigh against Vance's face through his nose said more about his need for this closeness than if he'd said it out loud. Just how much this had made him feel a bit more secure again. Vance didn't have to say it back, he hadn't ever heard a Troll he remembered go screaming out 'I love you'. But this more than conveyed it, there was nothing to make up for. Shades had a lot to make up for. Making him cry? That's unacceptable.
So, apparently, is the lack of oxygen to his lungs despite breathing through his nose where he had been trying to exclusively breathe for however long he could manage this flawless feeling kiss. Despite the bit of burn, his lips stay pliantly against Vance's as long as he could, finally having to part long enough to breathe deeply through his mouth. No heavy, quick panting, just calm, deep breaths, but he couldn't bring himself to tear away from this grey-skinned, irresistible, sharktoothed asshole. It didn't matter how cold it was or wasn't where they were both knelt in the snow, he couldn't have cared less.
His voice had lost most tone, heart busy fluttering in his throat somewhere to make it almost sound like the whisper he ended up using wasn't his own, normally confident voice.]]
Vance?
[[He had to take a moment to regain his voice, the test hadn't gone as well.]]
I don't wanna go home on my own tonight. No-homo though, I'll keep my hands to myself in that respect.
[[Slender fingers, belying of their ability and skill, press up in to Vance's hair, avoiding his horn, but all the same stroking through the strands. Times like this when they were alone, or could be, was so nice. No chance of someone coming up on them to embarrass them specifically. It would have definitely separated them and Shades was pretty sure he couldn't handle that right now. Right now what he wanted was just this.]]
Just. Want t'wake up and listen to you bitch about how I'm up in the middle of your night. Or that I hog blankets. That I likely talk in my damn sleep, or that I'm cold as fuck all the time and you gotta do all the work t'warm us both up like now.
[[On an otherwise serene, if not stoic, face, the smallest of up-quirks finds its way to Shades' lips, fingers continuing their light-tipped paths.]]
You can say no, I won't be upset. But it gets real hard t'kiss like that one if I'm far's fuck away.
[[To elaborate on his point and so he didn't take Vance's ability to speak away, the corners of Vance's lips were his target, giving them one kiss each.]]
I'll even give you th'thing I drug you up here t'get, you know t'sweeten the deal. Spoiler alert, it isn't a cock either.
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Arms tighten around the older boy, pulling him closer, almost desperately, before the kiss breaks and Shades starts to speak again. No. He can't let him slip away from him, can't ruin everything. But, shit. It doesn't seem like the right time. He doesn't want the words to seem like an afterthought, like they weren't as important as they were meant to be. So, for a bit longer, he withholds them.
Be it for the warmth or merely for his own sake, Vance rubs his cheek against the other's, and is careful and slow in his movements as he presses a kiss to the bite mark, another apology for it.]
You're more than fucking welcome in my room. Hell, none of my roommates would even judge us. Two of them practically share a fucking futon every night as it is. No one would say a fucking word to us, and we can spend all day tomorrow in bed watching shitty movies.
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He didn't flinch this time when Vance went to his neck, in fact, even though it burns, Shades held it in, making sure that any subtle pains weren't echoed out. He could deal with it, it wasn't bad at all. The shock had hurt him more than the bite thankfully, those sharp teeth. Setting his forehead against Vance's after, he smiled a lopsided, satisfied smile.]]
I want that.
[[The time with him, he wanted it desperately.]]
Just a detour to get Car and I'll be happy t'stay all day lazy and still sexy as all get out on the bed covers coming up with names of what to call 'em.
[[A moment passes and Shades leans in to give just a brief press of his lips to Karkat's.]]
I don't care if someone say somethin' you know. Not now. Don't know why I ever cared, I ain't ashamed of you. I joke about groupies but I ain't ashamed.
[[He's forgotten why he's brought Vance here, the trinket in his hand that he kept tucked in his fingers. How could he bother to remember when Vance threw curling up all day at him.]]
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[Because the detour to Shades' room meant parting, and while normally he doesn't find himself feeling so damn clingy, now... Right now he feels he needs it, doesn't know what he would do without it. He hadn't been close to losing him, but even feeling like it was a line they almost crossed... So long as he has him by his side, it'll be okay.]
I love you, no matter how fucking stupid both of us can be.
[The words are almost a whisper against lips, spoken after that brief kiss. Because... yeah. yeah, he thinks he can say it not. Can mean it, without being afraid of what he could possibly lose. What he doesn't deserve. But his mind also supplies him with another fact, of the reason he was supposedly brought up here in the first place for.]
What'd you bring me up here for?
[Because they can forget all the drama, forget the fight, the pain. They've got each other, and neither of them are going anywhere unless it's down to the first floor to curl up under Vance's futon together.]
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In fact, if Vance had gone nothing in his life would feel the sa-- The words he thinks he heard bring him to more attention to what was just said and he plays it over in his head. He wasn't going to start a 'who was worse' argument, he knows its him. He can't help but smirk, not a sly one or any the sort, but a lopsided, just maybe a bit shy at hearing 'I love you' so casually.
Vance was much smoother on the delivery than his was, he'll give the troll that.]]
Bring you...?
[[His mind is still firmly locked into the sound of Vance's voice and it takes him a second and a glint of light to remember.]]
OH..
Close your eyes. I promise nothing to do with dicks.
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