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[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Characters: Davesprite and [Bad username or site: towerofanimus title= @ livejournal.com].
Setting: Everywhere, anywhere, all the wheres.
Format: I'll match.
Summary: Davesprite arrives and proceeds to... not flip the fuck out.
Warnings: Bleeding 1/2 bird boy with a bit of a foul mouth.

[ the first thing he does upon waking isn’t panic. he stares at the ceiling, head spinning, confused as all hell because fuck, this isn’t where he remembers being. he reasons that he obviously died finally and really, he isn’t surprised. though it worries him that even after death his stomach and gimpy wing are still dripping goopy goldenrod sprite innards all over his bed, but he doesn’t pay that much mind now. he’ll worry about it later when he’s got his bearings and knows what the fuck happened. are you still supposed to bleed when you’re dead?

when he can finally move, he gets up slowly and sluggishly, puzzling at the outfit that hangs awkwardly off his legless body and up his winged back. so he’s dead and snappily dressed? nice. no, let’s not. in the chest by his bed are the trademark shades he’s never seen without and he moves to rid himself of the strange white outfit before taking to the halls in exploration. ]

[ run into him yourself or let the feathery asshole come to you, either way works here. ]

Comments

[quarkylass]

A long time...

[ Oh oops she's going to say it. ]

The lunchtop calendar said four months. I think. I can't remember, it was a long time...

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he abandoned jade. jade was still alive. she didn't know about the plan to continue the game. through his and rose's insistence to keep playing, she stayed trapped and alone for a third of a year. she's right; it was a long time.

it takes him a minute to find his voice again. ]

... I'm sorry, Jade.

[quarkylass]

Dave told me you were a bird now....

[ A small smile, though it looks pretty pathetic and she drops it fast. She isn't sure how to respond. ]

I'm sorry. I missed you a lot. And...I'm really sorry. For um. Everything.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Because I went back, our timeline ceased to exist.

[ essentially, he'd killed her. what a revelation. ]

Why are you sorry?

[quarkylass]

I didn't tell you things...and it killed you.

[ Dave had told her to stop scratching at her hands, but she does it anyway, picking at the bandages. ]

That's why I'm sorry. I don't mind if you hate me now or something.

[ Yes she will. But she assumes she'll get over it. In time.]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ wait, wait, wait... what? ] I didn't die.

[ he has to catch himself from telling her off for picking at her hands, because he has no idea what the protocol is for that kind of thing when you're talking to someone you accidentally killed. ]

I don't hate you.

[quarkylass]

You don't?

[ She moves forward, slightly stumbling, to wrap her arms around him. She's frail, tiny. The hug is way too wek but she's trying. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ fuck, she's breaking his heart. he is the pimpmaster hustledaddy of many things, but hugs are not exactly his forte. it's one armed and it's a little stiff, but he returns the sentiment. ]

I don't.

[quarkylass]

[ Jade's usually pretty good with hugs. But right now she's tired and this conversation hurts. ]

Okay. I was really worried that I was the one that made you sad, I...I didn't want to be.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ relaxing a little, but he's still really stiff. ]

I thought you were dead.

[quarkylass]

[ A long pause. ]

I wasn't. I mean, I'm not. I didn't die, I just had to watch you in the clouds...

[ Not letting go of this hug. Everything will be okay, right? She hopes so. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ shit, so the entire time, jade was still... ]

Did Rose tell you what happened? What we were actually doing?

[quarkylass]

[ She would shake her head, but she's currently buried it in spritefeathers. ]

No, she didn't...

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he'd hug her better, but she's so small he's scared she'll break. ]

The trolls fucked up our timeline. We were trying to fix it.

[quarkylass]

[ There's a long pause. The trolls were always some sort of insurmountable force for her -- always bothering her, until they suddenly didn't. She almost wishes they could have, if she'd had internet in her ruined world.

Finally, she decides this subject is too painful. She changes it. ]

You're fuzzy.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he'd laugh, but he isn't sure he remembers how. ]

That'd be the feathery asshole in me.

[quarkylass]

You're not an asshole. Just feathery.

[ She is going to bury her head in his feathers again, thanks. Jade isn't quite sure if she remembers how to let go -- she's worried that if she does, he'll disappear. She won't see him again. ]

I missed you so much. I'm...really glad you're here.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ stroking the back of her hair with his free hand. hugs are hard. ]

Yeah, me too.

[quarkylass]

[ Oh. She isn't sure what to do now. This is sort of embarrassing. ]

Do you... [ oh no she can't what if it sounds like she's asking him on a date that isn't what she wants! Her voice grows quiet. ] do you want to come exploring with me?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Sure. [ uncurls from the hug. was that so hard? ]

[quarkylass]

Oh. Yay. [ She pulls back and smiles, holding out a hand for him. ]

My favorite floor is the one with all the couches. They're really comfy.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ hand holding is go. it is strange and new and he'd almost forgotten what it was like. ]

There's a floor made of couches?

[quarkylass]

No, silly.

[ She grips his hand as tightly as she can -- which isn't very hard -- and walks through the garden area, staring at the flowers on the ceiling. Jade's probably getting pretty close to the edge of the tower; it might be a good idea to steer her away before she falls. ]

It's just got a bunch of them. They're really soft, and good for naps. [ She blushes. ] I nap a lot...

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he's not going to steer her away, because if she wants to walk dangerously close to the edge? he isn't going to stop her. he will grip her hand tighter though, shift his wing so it's barely by her back, ready to tilt her away should she start to slip the wrong way. ]

Because of Prospit?

[quarkylass]

[ A nod; she doesn't notice that he's carefully protecting her, only that her mind is focused on him, how close he is, if she's saying something wrong. ]

Yeah. There's no Prospit here, but back in the desert I tried to forget by watching everything in the clouds.