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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

[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. ]

[quarkylass]

You're my Dave.

[ She's not letting go, but she's tired, and falling seems like a good option. This hurts. Everywhere. All of it hurts. ]

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ he is far from minding at this point. she can hug all she wants. as long as she doesn't fall over that edge. here, jade, have a wing wrapping around behind your back. ]

Yeah.

[quarkylass]

[ That makes her feel safer. She relaxes against him. No more jumping, at least for today. ]

Don't leave, please, just.... [ A sigh. ] Stay. Please stay.

[cocksprite.livejournal.com]

[ pulling her... away from the edge... ]

I won't go anywhere.