Safe And Sound

Snow Friends

That year, that summer, had truly been quite the life changer. The day when you finally asked Sollux to be your Matesprit lingers vividly in your thinkpan. The fact that he even said yes was utterly mind boggling. Though he too, is low on the Hemospectrum, you and your distasteful mutant blood were by far the lowest of the low; he had a chance at least. You shake your head, your husktop in front of you. You'd been doing well with your online glasses, thanks to Sollux and even your dad had begun to stop being so horribly crabby. You had mostly recovered too, your bruises and cuts had almost diminished, that long gash that lay itself out across your stomach like an ugly fucking doormat, now just a faded scar and a wretched memory.

-carcinoGeneticist [CG]  began pestering twinArmageddons [TA] at 2:13 a.m-

CG: SOLLUX

CG: SOLLUX ARE YOU UP

CG: PLEASE ANSWER

TA: what ii2 iit kk?

CG: I-

TA: II what?

CG: I LOVE YOU

TA: II love you two kk

CG: (:B

TA: 2o diid you need anythiiing el2e?

CG: NO, NOT REALLY

TA: alriight, becau2e ii'm actually really tiired

CG: OH... ALRIGHT... GOODNIGHT THEN

TA: niight

-carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased pestering twinArmageddons [TA] at 2:34 a.m-

Huh. That was a bit odd. You don't really recall ever seeing Sollux in such a "hollow" fashion before so this lack of talk was worrying you a bit. You lean back into the not-so-comfy head-board of your bed, a deep sigh ghosting through the silence for a spit second as you close the lid of your husktop and stare up at the ceiling in deep thought.

SOLLUX'S P.O.V

A fever? Fuck. You never got sick, not since you were a grub, and even then you rarely came down with an illness. You only had a week left until you were done with High school and you're pretty confident Karkat was sliding to a smooth close as well. how unfortunate though, that here you were with a fever of 103.3 in nippy weather, and now, due to the impact of the fever, Karkat is most likely fretting over your speedy leave.

"Aaaachooo!!" You sneeze, and barely have air to present an obnoxious thunderstorm of coughs. You're wrapped in three blankets, there's a tissue box in your lap, your husktop is on the coffee table, and your entire body is shaking in raw pain; you still don't really know when this all began to take a flying leap through the Hell-gates. A yawn finds it's way out of your torn up and mucus coated throat and turn over in your cocoon of blankets, gradually drifting into a heavy sleep.

KARKAT'S P.O.V

The last lights of day make their graceful exit as you get up. What was Sollux up to? It's about 5:17 right now and it takes you about 20 minutes to get to his apartment on foot. You slip on some more appropriate clothing and head downstairs. You look over at Crabdad lounging lazily in front of the TV, as per-fuckin'-usual, with a bag of {insert type of chips} in hand. Your stomach complains, rumbling for a few seconds, desperate for food; you hadn't eaten in about 4 days. "OH SHUT UP, STOMACH." you seethe, padding out as the door thuds shut behind you, hands shoved in your pockets as you head for Sollux.

Meandering through the now not-so-cold crisp fall evening, the leaves carry a soft golden-brown hue  cast onto them from the few remaining rays of light. Cheery birdsong echoes through the still air. "NO BREEZE? OF COURSE NOT." you mumble. Soon you start to daydream, your pace moderate as you focus only on your walking, your heartbeat too.