Damara and Kankri use an excess of words.
“Wait, Karkat…you picked out this movie, didn’t you?” Jade laughs a little, her head in Dave lap with legs over Karkat’s. Terezi, her head resting on Karkat’s shoulder and one hand holding Dave’s, downright cackles.
“How did you fucking guess?” Karkat asks, clearly unamussed and trying to give the plot all his attention.
“Troll Will Smith, man.”
You hug her like you are in a dream, unreal, surreal. You rough hand brushes the side of her face, and those bloodshot eyes with their new-found, saddening vision gaze up at you curiously.
You kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her ear, and ignore the blush burning your face as a small smile comes to her face, though lacking the point it’s had so many sweeps past.
Her eyes flutter shut when you come forward to kiss her eyelids, both of you very well knowing behind them are eyes that never needed to be fixed in the first place. When you pull back, her eyes open, and she can see your blush, not just smell it now, and it makes her laugh a little in a way that is not unkind.
And in this moment, where it’s so easy to forget what you’ve been through, the situation you’re in, the fact you both thought you had quit a long time ago, she leans in and kisses you gently.
((This turned out bad bluh.))
“Vriska, this is my group’s hideout and I’m surprised you thought you could just waltz in here! Especially after -” Vriska cuts you off, that smirk on her face and a hand on her hip. “
“Oh, come on, Pyrope, we’re close enough you can foster me for a night or two, right?” she smirks, leaning in close as you cross your arms, frown etched on your face. You don’t reply, and she continues, “What, you’re going to cast me back out there? A new batch, a whole party, turned the other day, you know, and they haven’t branched out yet.”
You sigh, and go off to fetch another dehydrated food pack for your uninvited guest. “Fine. I just have second thoughts, after the whole -“
“Aw, come off it, sis, that’s water under the bridge! Look at us, humans are becoming endangered, and we can’t even have a simple little sisterly reunion. Grow up, sis.”
“Sorry for not welcoming you with open arms after you killed Aradia, then!”
((Drew this is you isn’t it.))
Ever since you killed your sister in the beginning stages of the apocalypse, knowing she was too damn weak to ever survive the upcoming war that would be life from then on, you have taken no allies.
Who needs them anyhow, you thought. You get along just fine on your own, and you don’t need any other fuckers weighing you down.
When you get ambushed by an unexpected lot, the building you took refuge in an inconspicuous nest for a family of the undead, is when you begin to regret your decision. You fight off as many as you can, and you do a damn good job of it if you do say so yourself.
Right when it seems you’re going to be overpowered, you’re saved - by a petite troll with claws like razor blades, who mows down the last of them in front of you as you stand there, struck still. She turns to you, olive eyes bright despite your situation and dark blue tail swishing.
And you decide you might want an ally, after all.
“Karkat, keep moving.” As cold as her voice is, as focused on the task at hand, there’s that unmistakable undercurrent of fear and concern seeping through. Karkat stumbles, cussing under his breath - he’d be much louder, but then it would just attract even more of the undead and that’s the last thing they need, especially in his state. She can smell the bright cherry that bleeds through his torn shirt sleeve, dripping onto the packed earth.
When you accepted her invitation to go swimming, you gravely underestimated the depth of the deep end.
When you jump in without a doubt, only to flail gasping and sputtering until she saves you, at first you can’t even look her in the eye.
Only when you hear her cheerful words, “It’s going to be fun to teach you!” does your smile return.
“You said you needed the money, and her mom called me up and, believe it or not, I had my own fucking college planning business shit to attend to so -“
“You didn’t tell me I was baby-sitting your girlfriend!” Your brother hisses into the phone, and you roll your eyes with a sigh, waving away the over-peppy mentor who wants to talk to you about course choices.
“Her mom doesn’t want her home alone after the last break-in, is all! Come on tight ass, even you can handle the blind girl - “
“Karkat, referring to me with such a term as ‘tight ass’ and your partner as ‘blind girl’ are words choices I find extremely -“
The mentor approaches again, and you sigh, pulling the phone away from your ear to hang up. “She doesn’t bite, not much, trust me, so just try and deal with it, I have to go!”
Hahaha I’m super stressed and sad so I wrote an OTP vent drabble this is crappy and mindless but it’s a VENT so who cares.
Wow I wish this turned out better but here you go!
The man who comes to your office has a slump in is back, a hesitation in his step as he shuts the door behind him. The look on his face in plain to you as you inhale deeply - it’s obvious he rather be anywhere than here, and it gives you the hope that you have a good case on your hands.