> Nepeta and Gamzee: Ship all the things

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[When the recording starts the picture is moving along in a rather strange, jerky motion, up to a door that gets headbutted open by the feathery head that's holding the starfish in its mouth, revealing...

...what seems to be the low-lit interior of something more akin to a cave than a room, littered with messy piles of soft scraps and plushies and yarn and even the occasional teapot.

A monstrous shadow looms on the wall, a fearsome looking four-horned creature.]

You're the best, Gamzee! I'd nefur have been able to reach to use all that extra wall if you weren't here, nope nope nope!

[And with a squawk the chocobo drops the SFC, sending it cartwheeling until it points at the origins of that shadow, a messier-than-usual kitty troll perched on a clown troll's shoulders, various hues of paint staining her hands and clothes and even her cheeks, still dripping a bright red from an outstretched paintbrush that had been adding the finishing touches to a heart high up on:]



Oh, Pounce! Hi Pounce! I'm really glad that Gamzee brought you to visi...POUNCE WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?! OH NOOOOO...

[She attempts to leap at the wall to block it from view; this doesn't go well when instead it just makes both trolls topple over in a tangle of limbs.]

My wallllllll! [click!]


((ooc: image by our amazing Gamzee-mun!))

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[aim_exorable]

If they have to. But in this place, where death isn't permanent, there are so fewer reasons to do so.

[Idealist... He never considered himself one either.]

[As the doors open, he steps outside and slips off his glasses, tucking them away. No use in keeping them where they are. That done, he looks back to Mindfang.]

I am simply... very tired.

You can go down now, if you really want to.

[But his eyes never could hide his thoughts or feelings, and the look he's sending her is very tired indeed, and wishing she wouldn't run for once.]

[o8liter8]

[ She should go back. She should. It's not safe up here, with him looking at her like that, just waiting for her, always waiting. She always tried to run ahead, yet he was the one waiting for her to catch up, every time.

Instead, she bites her lip, takes a halting step out of the elevator, then another. She doesn't meet his eyes because she knows how vulnerable and small she looks right now, and she hates it. She hates being less than the legend all these people seem to know her as. ]

[aim_exorable]

[He's always waiting because she's always running in circles.]

[At least, that's how it sometimes seems to him. But does he know, fool that he is? And he can't even say that it's reassuring to know she'll always come right back around again. Because sometimes that means coming back around with a scimitar at his head.]

[This time, he doesn't take her hand, although his down kind of awkwardly veer near hers before backing off.]

It's good to come up here. Away from the others.

[o8liter8]

[ She stares at the ground, unable to even think of what to do. ]

Why are you doing this? Why do you keep trying? You know me, Chiron. You know all I can be trusted to do is bite you in the ass for it.

[ She's a bitch through and through, and she doesn't even know any way to be besides desperate and wild. ]

[aim_exorable]

I don't know.

[And that is the truth. Darkeer starts to slowly walk down the beach, not sure what to do with either of them.]

That is a definition of insanity, you know. Repetition, but expecting a different outcome.

[o8liter8]

Pretty sure everyone'll say you can't be any crazier than I am.

[ She follows along with him, not really having anything else to do. ]

You could leave right now, and all anyone would say is that I'm beyond help anyway. As if help is something I need from any of them. No one would say you could be blamed for any of it. You could even kill me and they'd probably justify it.

[aim_exorable]

[An abrupt pause, and Darkleer looks back at her.]

Any who would say that either do not know you or are lost causes at any rate.

[o8liter8]

[ Something in her snaps. ]

Stop it! Stop it, you know me better than anyone, stop acting like I'm a better person that I am-

[ She sinks to the sand, shaking, her face in her hands. ]

Fuck you. Why do I have to feel like this? This is the stupidest shit-

[ Her throat closes around her words, choking her voice. ]

[aim_exorable]

[There is a high chance that just getting close to her will mean another scimitar at his throat, the shallow wound on his face being torn open further, more blood staining his skin and clothes.]

[Darkleer kneels down besides her anyway. He feels weighed down.]

I don't think you're a better person than you are.

[And before she can twist it-]

You are simply yourself.

welp this is the only crying icon i have

[o8liter8]

[ And that's just too much, and abruptly she feels exposed and raw in a way she hasn't in sweeps. There's too much going on and then Darkleer has to come in and be so infuriatingly himself.

She rests her small weight against the bulk of his body and abruptly starts to cry, in a manner almost as if she doesn't quite know how to do it anymore. ]

God, just- fuck all of this. All of it.

where she's macking on his boyfriend, SWEET /dying

[aim_exorable]

I know...

[Because he's hardly been able to refuse her anything, life debt or not, Darkleer lets her stay where she is. He adjusts, just like he always has, and wraps himself around her.]

I'm sorry.

SOMETIMES IN LIFE YOU MAKE HARD ICON DECISIONS OK

[o8liter8]

[ She lets out a choked, tiny whimper of a sob, and she slumps into him, helpless. ]

I don't...know what to do. I don't know, Chiron, I don't even know myself.

[aim_exorable]

You know yourself well enough. You just aren't who they remember you as, and that is of no fault of your own.

Just weather it out. That's all that can be done.

[o8liter8]

[ Mindfang curls her arms around him, crying cerulean blue tears into the armor at his chest. She doesn't say much else. She doesn't know where to even begin saying anything. She's never had or even thought about having a feelings jam in her life. ]

[aim_exorable]

[Well, neither has Darkleer, save perhaps just recently, and he's not even sure what to think about that. Besides, they're not moirails, or matesprits, or anything. He's not sure what he should do...]

I'm sorry.

[It's all he can think to say.]

[o8liter8]

Don't go.

[ The words are barely a squeak to get out, and it's not something she's ever said before. Not something she's ever admitted she could feel. Abruptly she feels weak and insecure all over again. ]

[aim_exorable]

[He doesn't mention that he told Vriska he would meet her in a few hours. Darkleer just nods.]

...I wanted to make you happy.

[o8liter8]

You make that sound so simple and easy.

[ It never is, for her. ]

[aim_exorable]

I thought it could be.

[A sigh that goes through her hair as he rests his head against hers.]

If I became a proper Archeradicator. I thought a great many things could be easier. For both of us.

[o8liter8]

I never thought it was anything we couldn't handle, before.

[aim_exorable]

We were children. We could handle living on the borders of society, but not the society itself.

[o8liter8]

I never really wanted to live in society anyway. You know my people skills.

[aim_exorable]

If you did, you wouldn't..

[He trails off with a sigh.]

[o8liter8]

I learned early on what society would do to a kid like me, okay? I had to survive. So I never belonged in it, never will, I'm not a good little tame blueblood like you. And they would have found out, and one way or another they would have taken me out of the picture. You know how the Archeradicators work.

[aim_exorable]

I am well aware, but there wasn't any alternative.

[He reaches up to rub his fingers against his eyelids wearily, only to pause awkwardly when they brush against his cut instead.]

I thought... I suppose it doesn't matter what I thought. You would have left anyway, wouldn't you?