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Sweet Dreams -JohnKat-Your name is Karkat Vantas and wow you didn't know your body contained this much blood. It's pretty much a river- streaming down the checkered hills and creating close to a pond of red. That's the best comparison you can think of, what with the pain wracking your body. You look down to take stock of your injuries- a gash in your thigh is producing the most blood, and a nasty cut on your hip looks terrible yet scabbed. You cough, licking blood off your lips before looking down.
You think you're the only one here until you tentatively roll over, yelling out in pain when all of your weight slams onto your injuries. A couple swears escape your cracked lips before, through the haze of pain and a headache, you see a blotch a few yards away.
It's blue and curled up in a tight ball and it takes you a while to realize oh my gog that is John.
You roll onto your stomach, your only thought now to check on John. You reach out shakily with an arm, fingernails digging into the ground and then you pul
Whispers of the WindHeh heh, you pretty much blew it.
Well, actually, you guess you did a pretty good job! Everyone made it out fine, and they made a new world, and it's awesome! You're so proud of them. You just wish you could join them.
Being dead sorta sucks for that.
You remember watching him pick you up and carry your body away. You remember his tears, and how he held you. You drifted behind him silently, making eye contact with your friends hurt, so instead you focused on his horns. He took your body somewhere private, and you listened as he cried and screamed your name. So desperately you wanted to scream back. You wanted to wipe the tears from his face, and the blood from yours. You cried too, but he couldn't hear you, no one could hear you. Instead you hugged him from behind and buried your face in his back, sobbing with him. He went stiff briefly, and your breath caught in a chest that wasn't real, for just a moment hope rose in your heart, maybe he could feel you. But that thought died as soon
A World Without HeirThere was no mistaking it. You won the game. The same door rose up before you. Only, this time you weren't watching it. In fact, you didn't even care it was there. You were only focusing on him.
Everyone gave you a wide birth when you stepped out of the portal. You were clutching him tight to your chest, his head resting on your shoulder. Blood seeped into your shirt and dripped to the ground. Your red tears mixed with the blood pooling in your arms.
No one called you selfish for taking him somewhere private. Somewhere you could spend hours quietly sobbing, and then screaming into the surrounding woods. Nobody blamed you for not speaking when you eventually cradled his body again and brought him back to the main group. No other hands touched him from the moment you picked him up; to the moment you put him in the ground. And not a soul dared approach you in the days after when you stood vigil by his gravestone. Eventually you had to leave, you had to eat, and sleep, and live on. There w
Worth the Kill? Chapter Two"Um Karkat?" the troll grunted a response, "I think we should probably head down for dinner now, you do want to eat, right?" The human could see Karkat's ears perk a bit at the mention of food. He chuckled and pulled away from the troll. "Is there anything trolls can't eat, you know stuff that makes you sick?"
"I think no." He replied.
"That's good!" He tugged him along, "It'd hate to hurt you or something on accident." Karkat sat down at the table next to John and across from his father. John set a plate of food down in front of him. "Here, I sorta grabbed a bit of everything, Dad and I aren't sure what you like yet, so he made a bunch of stuff."
Karkat's eyes grew wide at the amount of food, he could feel his mouth water, 'God this is pathetic, I'm reacting like a starved beast.' He grabbed a piece of meat and froze; he noticed the older human grab the utensil by his side. "Fuck," he muttered putting the meat down and grabbing the pronged instrument, 'Goddamn it Karkat get a fuc
JohnKat || TonightGive me a second I,
I need to get my story straight,
Karkat hissed, rubbing his temples with an annoyed look slapped across his face.
Of course, most of the time, the troll was annoyed. But this expression seemed to have an appearance of such extreme irritation, that it contorted the Cancer's face into an emotion far beyond his regular.
It was because of the fact that he'd been dragged into this stupid idea. It was so fucking stupid, it made his head ache.
"John, uhh, said that he wanted to celebrate our defeating the game." Tavros said, the peanut butter-blood glancing at his fiddling fingers, and then back up.
"He, uhm, wants us all to, uhh, meet up at this one bar Dave's brother owns. He, uhh, said he knows it's not the best, erm, place. But it should be pretty empty tonight, and, hmm, we should all have a good time." The troll smiled.
Oh Gog, John...
He slumped down the wall his back was pressed against, tugging his knees to his chest and burying his h
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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