towerofanimus | HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

Characters: Karkat Vantas (AU) and YOU
Setting: Everywhere! Specify plx
Format: First
Summary: Karkat ate chocolate.
Warnings: Coconut chocolate. There will be skeevy flirting in here, and probably some form of mind control or manipulation. Also murder. He will try and kill you when he's done. If you want a different chocolate, go ahead and specify in the subject.

[Karkat hadn't been feeling well all day.

Since he had made the mistake of getting breakfast, he hasn't been able to get the sweet taste of coconut and chocolate out of his mouth. If there was one thing Karkat hated, it was sweet foods. The taste on his tongue was making his skin crawl, making him feel much warmer than he rightfully should have felt.

Or maybe it was something else. Even the Thief of Heart wasn't quite sure what was disturbing him to the point that his fingers felt like the were tingling. The feeling was moving through his limbs as the day went on and he was strangely alert. Nerves. Had to be nerves. Considering who had just arrived in the Tower, it was no wonder really.

Either way, Karkat began to pick at his own lip with his spider-like fangs, tongue sliding across them in thought as he rounded the corner.]

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[Karkat is jerked out of his stupor momentarily when he notices the way his double is moving, how suddenly his emotions switch from hatred to fear. The cerulean starts to chuckle, apparently not at all threatened by the weapons, though he doesn't push the subject. He simply holds still where his mutant double had forced him to stop, spidery fangs poking out of his lascivious smirk.]

We've only just begun.

[He wiggles his fingers without lifting them, talons already lightly coated in that disgusting mutant hue. Not enough. He needs more. He needs it to be spilled across the ground--]

It was never a secret from me, Vantas. None of it ever was.

[Those mental claws seek to hook themselves into the part of the mutant that seeks to defend himself, invisible hands laying over Redkat's own in an attempt to keep him from striking out at his double. Bluekat doesn't bother forcing removal. That's not what this is about, after all.]

[ he's experiencing so much emotional whiplash he wants to throw up. he's antsy, nervous and agitated, still fighting the urge to punch bluekat in the face with his mouth. he hates himself for not being able to decide on a course of action and his hands tighten around his weapons though he can't use them, but most of all he hates his fucking cerulean shithead of a doppelganger. it isn't like past and future karkats where the only things they have over him are knowledge; this is worse, this is different; he's got the entire hemospectrum on his side.

karkat is having a hard time feeling sure about anything and it sucks. he wants to run but he doesn't, wants to fight but he can't. he wants to but he can't and he isn't sure if it's because maybe he doesn't want to after all.

so he does what any self-respecting mutant would do. stands on his toes, loosens his grip on his weapons and punches his double in the mouth with his face. it's six straight sweeps of built up hate and he can't handle himself right now. ]

[That's much better. It overrides the initial 'KILL' instinct, though it doesn't erase it completely. He smirks triumphantly behind the horrible hatesnog. When his double's hands slip away from his weapons, he seizes the opportunity to reach down to snatch at his wrists, seeking to pull them up and pin them flat against the wall.

Then and only then does he return the gesture full force, teeth seeking purchase on his double's lips. He's definitely not giving a fuck about whether or not he punches a hole in his lip doing it.

After getting him nice and involved in his little stunt, Karkat will seek to disarm his doppelganger swiftly.]

[ he hates his life. he hates his life. he hates his life. he hates his life.

but he hates karkat's more.

the worst thing is that the fucker has the audacity to restrict his movements. he feels uneasy, so uneasy and it isn't until he hears the dull clang that he even realizes he's defenseless, weaponless. everything is moving so fast he swears to god he'll throw up in bluekat's mouth, don't test him. (he contemplates doing it anyway, because when you're making out with yourself you only think sexy thoughts)

he doesn't even care anymore, making fierce attempts at attacking his double's lips with his teeth. let him shred them, let terezi notice, see if he fucking cares (salt in the wound, don't think about her, don't think about her; he can't help it). in his enthusiasm he nicks his own lip and it's a red flag of a reminder he never wanted. ]

[Somewhere along the line, cerulean mixes with cherry mutant swill. Despite using it as an insult against his double, Karkat really doesn't seem to care about the fact that he's locking lips with an abomination to trollkind. All he knows is that he hates this fucking toolbag more than anyone he can think of. He wears his face without actually owning his face, he has a disgrace of a blood color that he's forced to be associated with, he's widely known by a good majority of his own kind to be the 'alpha' Karkat...what wasn't there to hate about this guy?

The clang of the fallen weapons reminds him of what he's supposed to be doing. Rather than bother trying to reach for them, he seeks to break the kiss without care for whether or not he tears his lip open even further. Both hands release Karkat's wrists and seek to snap themselves around his throat if he's not quick enough to catch him.

Hopefully, he is. Otherwise, he may find the life being constricted out of him very rapidly. Judging by the somewhat blank expression he's wearing, its almost as if someone had hit a switch.]

[ as a self-proclaimed romantic expert, he can feel the difference between black affection and murderous intent. he can feel it in the way his windpipe folds under bluekat's hands and the lack of air already aches. aches in the way he digs his nails into his doppelgangers wrists with enough intent to leave deep gashes. less malicious than survival.

he almost gives up, goes limp, let's karkat do whatever the fuck he wants because he already has everything, but the terezi in his head tells him to stop being a wiggler and he does, kicking his mirror square in the stomach because bluh bluh, huge dick. ]

[The cerulean's breath is kicked out of him in an instant, causing him to gasp sharply and half-collapse when the other's knee comes up to incapacitate him. Karkat stumbles back briefly, but it doesn't take long for him to recover and chase again, swiping his claws blindly in an attempt to grab something, anything that he can use to throw his double to the ground. Maybe down the stairs if he's lucky.

He hasn't forgotten about those sickles either. Right now, he merely wants the other half of him to be as far away from the weapons as possible.]

[ fuck his sickles, he's legging it. there's another two in his room anyway, he'll survive. the great thing about being two feet tall is that he's harder to catch and it definitely works in his favor. l8ter sucker. ]

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

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