HOMESTUCK
Thank You
It was cold...to cold to be out. But it didn't matter. Not today anyway, not on a day like this. It had been two..maybe five months. The days had been lost on the man, not truly knowing how to keep up with something when he, himself, had found he had lost a reason to push on. Those last words, rang over and over within the pit of his brain, silently driving him insane. The soft weak voice ricocheted through him, and he felt his legs go numb, and his stomach tighten. He put a hand to his mouth for a moment, as to be sure to not make himself sick with the memories.
The rain that echoed throughout the silent area was intimidating...horrifying... But only to him. He stood alone, the bouquet of flowers gripped to the point of death, fell to the floor as his knees finally gave out. A clap of thunder rang throughout the lifeless hills of which he stood upon. His head hung low, and his glasses slid off of his face, and in that moment, everything came back, and it was as if he was forced to relive everything, all over again...and again...and again... As if it was a punishment. Shaky hands reached into a damp pocket, removing a sheet of paper. Tattered and wavy from wet marks, tears...raindrops, who knew anymore? His mouth moved, but nothing came out, except for a choked sound, and finally after moments, the words began to slowly, gently, ooze out.
It was mid April, their home slowly warming up with the change of the season, the hope of children had begun to weigh heavy on the couples minds, one more than the other, but the desire was still present. Obvious within their every day actions. It was a comforting thought, one that scared him, but gave him hope for a brighter future, one that he wanted to spend with with her, and her alone. Bathing in her odd being. He wasn't even sure the true reason behind the attraction, one he knew, was to act on his desires, and he did, and got what he wanted, which he came to realize, was all he would need. The girl rolled back, her shirt baggy on her frame as she looked up at a ceiling, a few bees buzzing around her, and after a moment, a new buzz was introduced to the symphony of sounds occurring around her.
A warm smile was placed on her features as a pair of fangs poked out over her soft silky black lip, her hat in her hand, her coat tossed on the back of a chair, a drawing tablet sat at her feet, and as she giggled, her eyes clenched, shut, two hands found themselves on either side of her face, a nuzzle, a kiss, a whisper of admiration, and her eyes opened, to be greeted by her love.
"Hello Nep... have a good day?" The troll offered, hoping to strike up a conversation. She'd never get the chance to tell him how much she enjoyed him just...talking to her, as if she was his best friend. She would never know she was. He chuckled, watching as she carefully pushed herself up, and something caught his eye, an odd bruise had found itself on her arm. The cat troll looked at him, and then gingerly wrapped her thin short arms around his shoulders, digging her face in his hair, giggling as he stood up, and spun her around, her blue tail swaying with them. A moment passed, and the laughter ceased, replaced with small conversastion. Giggles were normal between the two, a regular occurance, one he highly enjoyed hearing.
"What did you have to go to Karkats hive for, again? I furrgot..." She said, her cat pun highly obvious as she spoke. The male whose arms had found her waste, nipped lovingly at her neck, he sighed, pausing to answer her question.
"He asked if I help him code, remember...your memory has been really bad recently... I told you all day yesterday, and its as iif you forgot I lived here... Have you been feeling alright? I cant lie and say my concern for you hasnt been on a slow increase as of late...im worried. Did you ever even go do what I asked???" He whined, and the girl rolled her eyes.
"Pawllux...darling, im fine...you're the only one worried about me...believe me, Im alright, I purromise..." She told him, facing him as she leaned up against a counter, sniffling gently. He eyed her, his eyes running over her features, now finally catching on.
