towerofanimus | [Closed] Finally some good ole Ancestor/Descendent time

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[Closed] Finally some good ole Ancestor/Descendent time

Characters: Signless and Karkat
Setting:Signless' Room 01-14
Format: Whateva'
Summary:Karkat and Signless are gonna catch up, perhaps talk about feels. Ya know mutant problems.
Warnings: Umm cussing, R/PG-13

[It had been a while since the older troll had gotten some well deserved rest. It proved that Karkat's suggestion was for the better. However, it wasn't just sunshine and sleepy Z's that followed. Signless had struggled to sleep. Sure he had gotten a decent amount of hours, but his mind was still plagued with unrest. He found that every time he closed his eyes, his mind would be plagued with thoughts of his departed quadrant mate. Though it wasn't simply the sorrow he felt from such her loss. In addition his recent feelings that boarded on pale for a certain blue blood.

After awhile sleep wasn't going to be an option. He woke up to blankets tossed and thrown about, plus a pillow that was clawed beyond something recognizable. It was confusing to say the least how something so minuscule could upset him so and disturb his regular sleeping hobbits. Now he would just have to sleep without a pillow and he hoped that his unrest would subside soon.]

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[He lifted his head to glance at Karkat and humors him with a short smile]

I am just not certain what to do about the current situation.

...That must be another blood trait.

[ Karkat, for once, isn't all defensive in the guy's presence. actually a little more relaxed than he had been in the past. it has more to do with the fact that at least the moron had admitted Karkat was right, in part. funny how congenial he can be when he's not being torn down left and right. ]

Break it down into one thing at a time? What did you do when shit hit the whirling device back in your era?

I would simply brave through it. I would use the survival instincts I've been taught. Considering there was always a possibility of capture. However if we are discussing quadrant issues or rather that of a personal waste hitting the whirley device. I handled it on a case by case basis. If it was my own problem, Meulin would help me through it, since no matter what I did she could always see through me. When she was not there, my lusus came to my aid.

So why aren't we dealing with things on a case by case basis here?

I do not this it was a choice of mine.

[A pause.]

I think this situation is that of my own problem. It is one simple problem and thus making it complicated. The thought of a moirail, it is not something I am used to.

Well... If Horuss and Equius are anything alike in that department, he'd make a pretty damn good one. Isn't that reassuring at least?

It is.

[He takes another sip of his tea and frowns at the cool temperature.]

He has become a good friend of mine, during my stay here. I do find myself worrying about what my best friend will think, if we are to form a quadrant. However I will let myself be concerned by it, if and when it happens.

You mean that psionic troll, right? If it's such a problem, then maybe ask him how he would feel about it. The guy's your best friend and essentially what a human would refer to as "family," right?

Not to mention you really should talk to the Zahhak about it. People have feelings and apprehensions, even if he is flashing the diamonds all over the place without regard to any sort of unspoken PDA rules.

I do plan to, simply it is matter of going and contacting him. I haven't had the real thought to as of recent. Given the plagues thoughts my mind has been visited by.

[A beat.]

The problem with that is, he is hard to speak to.

To be honest, there are parts of him that remind me of Captor, but dear golly fuck... I hope Sollux never becomes something so irritable. He's teetering on the brink of his manic and depressive states as is...

[ seriously. Karkat wonders, though, if mutant bloods and Captors are a THING. maybe he should ask the cherry red Kanaya and the yellow Equius some questions regarding that theory. ]

What I can't believe is... Here you go, wandering about the planet. Preaching. There's the ever looming threat of being captured at any point... Yet you're finding ONE blue blood difficult to speak to. Irony.

Back on Alternia it was simply that I never found my paths cross with that of a high blood. Considering where I came from, I will not be able to recollect what my capture was like, the reactions I performed, as it has not happened for me yet.

[A Pause.]

In a way it is ironic. I wish there was a simple solution to the problem.

You mean when, not where. I wasn't going to ask about that experience anyway. Why would I ask you to live through that again?

If you had, I have retold it. However we have already established I cannot. I know of Darkleer, Grand High Blood, and my dear Disciple have witnessed my torture and death that was to follow.

And Darkleer talks to you while strutting his pale intentions...

What a way you must've went.

And we come back to the problem.

[...]

Perhaps I should ask him further about my death? It might be in my benefit to understand exactly what happened on that day.

You are really going to be that morbid and ask about your death...

How can I not?

[Sigh.]

Perhaps if I did not know of it, but my curiosity gets the better of me. He might know of what happened after my death that brought you into being. While I knew of your hatching and prophesied it. I can only assume the events that took place leading up to it. There are to many questions left unanswered.

...Well I could tell you how me, you, and the others came into being. Knowing about your death won't help you there.

The point is, only ask if you're really prepared for the answers. What good is it to know all of that shit when you can't do a damn thing to change it? Maybe you won't like what you have to hear.

You do not need to trouble yourself.

I feel that I am prepared. to be quite honest I do not delight in only hearing a story. The very words that she spoke of, were a shock to me. The initial reaction has passed and I have come to terms with my death. Now I only wish to know what I can about it.

You do realize how goddamn defeatist that sounds, right?

Ah I do, but the truth is placed in front of me Karkat. I die, captured and my word is silenced. I was tortured till the compassion I had soured and turned to anger and spite. How can I not sound defeatist?

[ a roll of the eyes. ]

Kankri, there's a difference between spiteful and vengence-like wrath and righteous fury. One is likely to be detrimental to a message like yours and the other? That honestly seems to be more your style. It's not souring to be goddamn compassionate.

Your point is heard, Karkat. However questions remain unanswered. I will decided to go ask him of my fate if I choose.

...

I'll reserve my "I told you so" for a later date, then.

You have my permission to keep you word and state it when it is required.

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