The Willow - DaveKat

Two

    Karkat awoke to the sound of birds by his window. He opened his eyes, sunlight making his pupils dilate. He emitted a soft sigh, scanning his memory to think of last night. Had the troll blacked out? That seemed like the most logical answer. The feeling of arms were gone, making the poor troll upset again. All he wanted was some comfort from his love, dead or alive. He had no one. No friends, no family, no one. Though he would look back on this moment and see it as an awful rash decision, he climbed to the attack and pulled down a Ouija board. He set it up in his living room, sitting on the couch while it was on the coffee table. Playing alone was dangerous and he knew that. Demons aren't something that you should fuck around with, but when you're depressed and alone, you do stupid things.

When he was finally ready, he took a breath, closed his eyes and put his fingertips on the planchette. "Hello?" he said in more of a questioning voice. The planchette moved to 'h' then 'i'. Casual ghost. Karkat swallowed back the fear that had built up inside him. He was vulnerable to any bad spirits or demons. He was grieving and playing alone. Kar knew that demons can trick you. They know dates and small facts. "I am not looking to speak with any demons or harmful spirits, am I making myself clear? I just want to talk to Dave.." he said softly. The planchette was still until it spelled out 'love' and 'u'. Though it's possible that is was a demon trying to trick him, he felt a bit better. "Who am I speaking to?" he asked. 'Dave'. it spelled. 'put away' it then spelled. "What? Why?" 'put away' it then spelled. 'Karkat' the planchette moved. 'put away' it spelled then slid down to 'goodbye' and circled the word.

He frowned and let the planchette sit on 'goodbye' "Guess that's the end of that.. Goodbye, I'm closing out this session." the troll said, putting the game away. Instead of putting it back in the attic, he slid it under his bed. He laid down for a bit, shifting and turning. The only thing he ever wanted was to be held, to be loved. But the world couldn't by kind enough to let him have that. They stole it away, throwing him into an eternal state of grief. Something the poor babe couldn't get over.

He didn't eat breakfast anymore, or lunch, really. Though he said he wouldn't go back to the willow, he did anyway. His hood was pulled over his head and his hands were in his pockets. "Morning.." he mumbled to the grave, leaning against the tree. He plucked a daisy from the earth and set it on top of the grave stone. "Was I talking to you earlier? Or was it some stupid negative demon.." he huffed, not being able to stand the thought of a demon impersonating his love. "I miss you. I always do.. I m- Never mind.." he sighed. Even though he knew Dave probably couldn't hear him, his figured that if he could, he wouldn't want to know about what Karkat had to say next. It upset himself too but he didn't know how to live or function, how to cherish his time without the other.

After a bit, he pressed a kiss to the top of the stone and wandered back home, hanging his head low, his vision on the ground. Though ghosts now seemed unreal, that didn't change them from actually being real. Even though Karkat didn't think it, Dave could he everything he said. He would usually go into another realm to see long lost friends, but no matter what was happening or who was talking to him, Dave would ditch the conversation and go sit on top of his grave, listening to Karkat. Sometimes he would wrap his arms around him and nuzzle him as he talked. At certain moments, he could gather up enough energy to make his voice heard to him or make his arms present on Karkat's body. Though he missed holding him and kissing him and just loving him, he hoped that he wouldn't see Karkat in his realm for a long time.