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towerofanimus2012-05-10 12:40 am
caliginous) wrote in towerofanimus2012-05-10 12:40 am
Entry tags:
Nightmares
Characters: Karkat Vantas and Terezi Pyrope
Setting: Dorm 1-12
Format: Action
Summary: Karkat's finally woken up from his hellish little nightmare.
Warning: Talk of torture, and probably really gross teenagers
[Karkat woke with a start, drenched in sweat and glued to his bed by fear. He didn't bother to sit up, unsure if another nightmare would start once he actually started to look around the room. What he did do was allow his hand to move up to his neck. No sleep paralysis. That wasn't a good sign.
His collar was there, but the chain that had been holding him in his nightmare was not. His hands were free. Maybe he was ok after all. He's still not quite ready to test the theory, so don't mind Karkat as he sits on his bed and shakes nervously for a good long while. At least his roommates weren't there to witness the pathetic display.
Eventually, Karkat does sit up, only to spot how pale he is in the mirror across from him. He notices a deck of cards stashed under an eightball on the nightstand next to him and sighs softly. He was awake...for real.
So why didn't he feel any better?]
Setting: Dorm 1-12
Format: Action
Summary: Karkat's finally woken up from his hellish little nightmare.
Warning: Talk of torture, and probably really gross teenagers
[Karkat woke with a start, drenched in sweat and glued to his bed by fear. He didn't bother to sit up, unsure if another nightmare would start once he actually started to look around the room. What he did do was allow his hand to move up to his neck. No sleep paralysis. That wasn't a good sign.
His collar was there, but the chain that had been holding him in his nightmare was not. His hands were free. Maybe he was ok after all. He's still not quite ready to test the theory, so don't mind Karkat as he sits on his bed and shakes nervously for a good long while. At least his roommates weren't there to witness the pathetic display.
Eventually, Karkat does sit up, only to spot how pale he is in the mirror across from him. He notices a deck of cards stashed under an eightball on the nightstand next to him and sighs softly. He was awake...for real.
So why didn't he feel any better?]
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[And, yup! Lick to the face. Sorry, Karkat. Why would you actually trust her?]
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[He flails backwards dramatically and covers his eyes like acid had been thrown into them and just...lays there.]
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You taste delicious, Karkat!
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[1...2...nope, he has nothing.]
What the hell.
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You were just whining because I never complimented you! Jegus, you're never happy.