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Gamzee Makara ♑ terminallyCapricious ([personal profile] honkalypse) wrote2012-02-04 04:12 am
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i be all kicking the wicked shit somewhere else.
BUT TELL AT ME WHO YOU'RE UP AND BEING.
so a brother can get his contact on and we can chill later. ;o)
speakveryclearly: Kanaya, white as cinderblocks, burning with platonic hate manifest in a dark squiggle over her head. (Bitter)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-12 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
[She crashes into her respiteblock Wednesday afternoon an absolute mess. Makeup smeared, hair frazzled, aura like a stained glass window. It's all awful, all unfashionable. Nobody cares about her nice soft cool blue dresses. Nobody finds it comforting, by which in a strange sense she means attractive. Everything is stupid.

As she fiddles with her lipstick, not sure whether to make up her lips or mark up the walls, she taps out a netbook message to her neighbor.]


Have You Ever Woken Up From A Nightmare And Then Realized You Just Fell Back To Sleep Again
speakveryclearly: Kanaya, white as cinderblocks, burning with platonic hate manifest in a dark squiggle over her head. (Bitter)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-12 06:28 pm (UTC)(link)
No
Its A Figure Of Fucking Speech
In My Case Anyway
Take A Wild Guess
Thats Something You Do Isnt It
speakveryclearly: Its Not Like I Want To Help Out Or Anything (Tsun)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-13 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
[Eeeeeeasy there, Gamzee.]

No
Hes Staying Right Here
He Just Wont Have A Fucking Thing To Do With Me Is All

He Stole Your Kill In The Alpha Timeline And There I Reacted Accordingly
speakveryclearly: Kanaya sparkling white, covered in human blood, which she licks off her face. Zahhak shades for extra hardcore. ((BP)) (Ready)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-13 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
I Cant Even Make Sense Of Any Of Those Sentences
The Preponderance Of Prepositions Has Officially Gone Too Far


You Are Not To Lay So Much As A Single Digit Let Alone A Dextral Extremity On Him
Is That Understood
He Hates Me For What I Apparently Did To Him In The Least Enjoyable Possible Way And Has Stated He Will Never Forgive Me
But I Have Between Timelines Made Him My Responsibility In Two Very Different Senses Of The Term
I Am Expected To Solicit His Forgiveness For A Crime I Never Even Committed
Do You Realize The Sheer Agony Of My Position


[In an extremely rare case, this relationship would be less complicated if it involved sex and also involve less emotional blackmail.]
speakveryclearly: Kanaya grumbling with one hand pressed to her face. Jade lipstick. (Frustration)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-13 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[...not only does she not know they're a thing, but she would probably not exactly view their usage as entirely unfair...]

Alright
Good

His Blood Is Entirely Motherfucking Mine And He Will Have To Understand That Eventually
speakveryclearly: Kanaya wearing Zahhak glasses and giant waist bow, posing for the camera with hands on her hips and a smirk on her face. (Model)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-14 06:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Ive Got My Entire Undeath Ahead Of Me
And Seadwellers Live A Long Time
Assuming They Dont Get Cut In Half
speakveryclearly: Kanaya with faintly upquirked lips and eyebrows at a whimsical Terezi. (Uncertainty)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-10-26 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
Dont Downplay Your Carnal Creativity
Or Sickle Skills For That Matter

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speakveryclearly: A glowing Virgo silhouette, leaping with a chainsaw. (Angel)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-11-15 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[The labor of silently sawing this hole through is slow. It has to be on account of the (regretabbly only near) silence involved. It's a work of precision, so that she can manage, but... still frustrating. The wall is far away. Too far. Quenching her thirst (what should have been first) is always on her mind. She needs to drown her sorrows. She needs to look Dionysus in the face and pretend to laugh. She needs an indulgence of her need for pretty (parched pale, pitch black) poetry.

Finally it gives, and she holds the liberated disk of wall in her shining fingers.]
speakveryclearly: Kanaya stares at the viewer with a sharp predatory glow, glaring jade-ringed eyes and matching lipstick. (Amputatrix)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-11-29 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aw. He's asleep. How pitiful. Not. Man, it would be nice if she had someone to watch sleep as she didn't. But she sure does not and that sure isn't about to start being a thing. Yep.

She sets the wall down and steps in, swift and silent. They probably fell asleep together at some point during their pale dollhive period. She doesn't remember positively; this isn't the same. She wraps herself around him, tight and searing light, and rests her head on his shoulder.]
speakveryclearly: The back of Kanaya's head, in black and white. (Away)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-11-30 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's silent for a little while - she doesn't... really know. She is a piece of seaweed, drifting in the ocean. That is her approximate worth as a person. This is not a healthy thing to think.

She only gets closer. Softer, though her words are still as always clear and sharp.]


I was alone.
speakveryclearly: Kanaya bracing her hands on Dave Strider's shoulders (conciliatory/platonic) to feed from his neck. (Warmer)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-12-20 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
That's what we always are - even here, [and she always stumbles over how to address him, even after all this (really rather little) time] Makara mine. Always alone in our own way.

[Suddenly she strikes the skin of his neck with her fangs, just as a puncture wound, from which she immediately draws away.] Always together.
speakveryclearly: Kanaya reapplying jade lipstick, tainted with human blood, to her sparkling bloody face. (Preparing)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2012-12-21 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[She puts her fingertip just inside the corner of his lips (no nail and off makeup! It's a nice night!) to tug it up into something more closely resembling a smile.]

Hey now. We are not lame. At least not relatively.
speakveryclearly: Kanaya has punctured Karkat's throat and is sucking eagerly, as she holds him by both the shoulders and neck. (Hot)

[personal profile] speakveryclearly 2013-01-03 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
We don't belong here. But then again, nobody does. Existence is an act of spite, mostly, all the more so now that the game we were hatched for is over.

[With this she sets to somewhat languidly licking the blood off his skin where it pools.]

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