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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. ]

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[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.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ whoops, shit, wrong topic of conversation. more guilt. ]

You must have been lonely.

[quarkylass]

[ TOTALLY OBLIVIOUS in the traditional Jade way. But she frowns. No one's asked her this before. Was she?

Really? ]

Yeah. I was. Before you got here, my voice was really hoarse...I drank a lot of cough syrup and it's better, but I still can't scream or anything. I guess using your voice to scream....

[ She trails off. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Would damage your windpipe, yeah.

[ guilt. guilt. guilt. guilt. guilt. guilt. ]

... I'm glad you're not there anymore.

[quarkylass]

It hurt... a lot.

[ Jade feels guilty on her own. She squeezes his hand lightly. ]

Me too. I like it here, it's nice. There are friends, and free food...

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

Yeah. It isn't bad.

[ he isn't entirely sure what to do with himself though. all he really knows is sburb. ]

[quarkylass]

[ He's so quiet. This isn't like Dave at all; did she do something wrong? Is she not worthy of the metaphors any more? ]

I'll show you around. It'll be fun. Um...

[ A long pause. ]

Are you okay?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ oops, shit. they're on to you, davesprite. ] Yeah. Why?

[quarkylass]

[ She remains unconvinced. ] You just aren't so...Dave-like today. Did I...do something wrong?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

I'm not the real Dave, if that's what you mean. Alpha Dave is probably who you're thinking of.

[quarkylass]

That's not what I meant at all.

[ They're still walking, and she's too quiet. Finally, after a long moment: ]

If you're not the real Dave, does that...make me not the real Jade? { She's quiet, but if he's watching her, her eyes are full of tears. ] Do I not count? Do...do you not count either?

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ whoa, whoa, whoa, shit, backpedaling. ]

You're the real Jade. You count. I didn't mean that.

[quarkylass]

But... [ She looks at him desperately, taking a step back so that half of her feet are off of the ledge. ] we're from the same place, right? That's what Dave said. And Rose, she said you went back in time, to save me and John but you... [ She wipes at her eyes with her free hand, stubbornly angry and sad at the same time. ] you forgot me. I'm not real any more, Dave. I stopped existing!

[ It's probably the loudest she's been and it's still not up to normal Jade standards, but anyone could easily tell she's not okay. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he doesn't know how to handle this. feelings are hard. girls are confusing. jade is crying, he— ]

You are real, Jade. I was the one who crossed into a timeline that wasn't mine.

[ pause. guilt, guilt, panic. he squeezes her hand, watches her feet carefully. don't get her upset, don't make her angry. ] I know I forgot you. I fucked up. I assumed you were dead when you weren't. I left you alone; everything was my fault and I'm sorry.

[quarkylass]

But I-- I don't exist, and I... [ She can't help it; the feelings from when Rose told her she wasn't there any more well up, along with the feeling of hopelessness that she felt at home, before she came here.

They weren't coming for her after all.

Did she really deserve to live here, then? Wouldn't they want a different Jade?

Maybe if she--

Jade looks over her shoulder, at the clouds and open air. ]

You don't want me here. I mess things up, I ruin them and I need to go back...

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ shit, dave, stop talking. stop fucking up. she's eying that ledge, her plan clear in her eyes and he knows he's said the absolute wrong thing. he's shit at pep talks and optimism, clutching at her hand harder. he doesn't know how to talk her down from this. ]

Nobody said that.

[quarkylass]

[ She notices the strength in his hand. Notices the way that it hurts, the way her fingers ache, and the way she doesn't want to leave him. Jade can't leave him. What if he needs her?

But she wants to leave.
She just. Can't leave Dave. ]

I don't know what to do.

[ She's small and tired, her body hurts and she wants more than anything to sleep. So she looks at him, helpless and not at all sure what she wants. And she cries. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he's so bad at this. she's crying again and he can't work out how to fix it. in the game, everything had a single solution; one thing that you had to do, one thing that needed to be said or one event to trigger. people are different. what would dave do?

he pulls her closer, into another hug. he doesn't know what to do, but this seems right. `stay here`, he wants to tell her, but he can't, so he settles his head against her shoulder instead. ]

[quarkylass]

[ That....

She lets herself cry, but carefully, as if she's worried that he's going somewhere, she wraps her arms around him and clings to him as hard as she can. ]

You're really Dave, I-- I won't let you not be Dave.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

I'll be Dave, alright? Forget I said anything. I'll be more Dave than Dave's own reflection.

[ note to self: be less disgustingly boring and sad-like around jade. ]