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[honkalypse]

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)

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[speakveryclearly]

[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.]

[honkalypse]

[If he wakes-- well, who's kidding? He finally got to sleep (fell unconscious more like) and there's not much that could disturb his rest right now.

He's sprawled out on his side in the pile, clutching something to his chest. Disturbed, for all that he's out like a light. Nightmares are natural without sopor.]

[speakveryclearly]

[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.]

[honkalypse]

[All but in a coma or not, he's still a troll so when she wraps around him his instincts finally force him awake. He doesn't quite struggle but he does go stiff for a moment or two out of reflex.]

What are you motherfucking up to, bitchsis?

[speakveryclearly]

[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.

[honkalypse]

Got your thoughts filed up that we should be alone motherfucking together.

[It's not quite inflected as a question, and he still doesn't move to shake her off. He lies still, almost too still, and hardly breathing.]

[speakveryclearly]

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.

[honkalypse]

[He hisses at the attack, but the sound is relieved instead of upset. This is the way it should motherfucking be.]

Most miserable lame ass motherfuckers there was ever being. Alone together.

[speakveryclearly]

[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.

[honkalypse]

[He holds the smile, but it's strained and falls flat.]

Aren't we? My lookstubs were motherfucking DRAGGED OUT OPEN. What are we really being all in this motherfucker of a universe?

[speakveryclearly]

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.]

[honkalypse]

All motherfucking over now, you got that down. We're not being anything more than sparkbeasts in a jar, with that lid all down motherfucking tight and our little wing-lights up and sputtering rage at the glass.

[speakveryclearly]

[She's preoccupied with blood for a little while before raising her head to speak again.]

At least now it's a larger jar.

[honkalypse]

Size ain't being all what little sparkbeasts need to be getting their righteous living on, bitchsis. We've not been with those motherfucking things for longer than we were even being there.

[speakveryclearly]

... [She takes a while to decipher that.]

I'm glad that you killed me while we were in orbit. I couldn't stand to die in a viviparous community.

[honkalypse]

[He doesn't have words to answer that, so he doesn't. He just sits quiet, stewing in his own thoughts. Probably not the best thing, considering the frequent turns of them.]

[speakveryclearly]

[She just kind of tightens her grip on him, prepared for him to fall back to sleep in her arms if necessary.]

[honkalypse]

[He squirms a little at the tightening grip but doesn't otherwise protest. He does close his eyes, driven by exhaustion, but doesn't fall asleep.]

[speakveryclearly]

[Kanaya could easily spend the whole motherfucking night this way. Like a child. She still is one but doesn't think of herself that way. Not anymore.]

[honkalypse]

[Eventually sleep does claim him again. No less disturbed, but at least deeper when the nightmares don't claw at his sleeping mind.]