towerofanimus | (no subject)

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[ou] terezi pyrope

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Characters: Terezi and you!
Setting: Dorm corridors?
Format: I'll match!
Summary: Terezi revives and finds herself in her room, then goes searching for Vriska.
Warnings: Angst!

[Terezi wakes up on her bed, and when she finds she can't move, she isn't quite as surprised as she was the first time it happened.

But this time, it lasts longer. Much longer, in fact. And just when she feels uneasy begin to gnaw at her, she hears a stomach turningly familiar crackle of energy at the foot of her bed. She can't see, of course, or turn her head, but she smells the sharp scent of limes and canine and oil that is so uniquely Jack, and she knows.

Uneasy turns to full on panic, and she struggles to move, but she can't even twitch a finger. She senses him regarding her coldly as he raises his sword, and in a way she can't understand, she knows he's not going to just kill her. He's going to play with her before she dies, he's going to make her suffer, and there's absolutely nothing she can do. She's going to die again, ten times more pathetically this time, and all she can do is close her eyes and focus on the sound of blood roaring in her ears.

And then suddenly the paralysis breaks and she can move again. Terezi scrambles up, pressing herself against the headboard and reaching for a sword that isn't there, only to find that Jack is gone. She freezes for a moment, gulping in deep breaths, but she can't smell him anymore. It's like he was never there at all.

She practically vaults off the bed in her desperation to get to the door and slams it shut behind her, struggling to catch her breath as she leans against it.]

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Jack. The Jack from our session.

[Visible flinch.]

...harsh.

[She nods.]

What was the Jack like in your session?

Murderous.

[She nods.]

Ours too.

What a shitty thing to wake up to. [Another long pause.] Are you...y'know. Ok?

[She grins.]

You are being sensitive, Karkat!

[But okay okay serious time fine.]

I was a little freaked out. [Understatement.] But now I am fine.

Yeah yeah, don't get used to it.

[He lifts his hand, still holding her's, and rests it on her knee.]

But seriously, that's really shitty.

I was paralyzed again, too. But it lasted longer this time.

[She squeezes his hand unconsciously.]

That's what happens? The only time I ever saw it was when Vriska revived when I fucking landed in this shitty place.

I guess so! [She shrugs.]

[...whoops, awkward silence. He'll just. Casually take his hand back and shift his broken arm.

He really has no idea how to deal with this death thing, especially since everyone seems to come back regardless. Should he be sad? Relieved? Some other fucked up emotion?

He's really just very sick of people around him dying.]

[Oh. She didn't even realize they were holding hands until he took his away. She frowns, poking him gently.]

Are you okay?

Oh yeah. Peachy.

[Even as he says it, he smirks, but he still doesn't look at her.]

[Siiiigh!]

You are lyyying!

Can't prove it.

[She pokes him again.]

Karkat.

That's my name.

[Nope.]

[She swats him on the head. Jerk.]

[Exaggerating a flinch.]

Wow, hitting me when I can't fight back? Low.

Shut up, I barely hit you! Why won't you just talk to me, jegus!

There are plenty of words coming out of my chute.

[She huffs, scooting away and crossing her arms.]

Ugh, you are so annoying!

[...oh. Kind of the opposite of what he wanted. But it's probably for the best.]

Yeah, I get that a lot.

[Dead eyeing him. SHE IS JUDGING HIM SO HARD.]