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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[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.]

[HE'S PRETTY OVER IT, but he feels her eyes and finally turns his head to meet her dead-eyes with a slowly raising eyebrow.]

Don't give me that look!

[She huffs again, looking away.]

Why do I do this to myself? Subject myself to stupid boys who never say what they're actually thinking!

[OH YOU DID NOT JUST--]

Excuse you.

[GLARING.]

What?

[GLARING RIGHT BACK.]

You know exactly what. I don't owe you that shit.

[OH...

She looks stricken for a moment, as though he'd just slapped her then her eyes narrow and she gets up, taking a few steps back.]

Fine.

[His jaw promptly sets a bit guiltily, a nervous swallow visible in his throat. That hadn't come out at all like he had wanted it to. But he was right, wasn't he? It was none of her business.

He can't help but look away from her when she steps back, fighting down the burn of shame threatening to creep into his cheeks.]

...sorry.

[She's silent for a few seconds, then nods curtly. But she doesn't move, or respond.]

[He keeps muttering, the guilt creeping into the edge of his voice.]

Well. I'd...go, but--

[He looks down at his torso and then back over to her, shoulders sagging.]

[She sighs.]

Shut up. It's fine.

[She hesitates, then sits down on the bed again. Not nearly as close as before, but hey. It's something.]

Edited 2011-10-03 05:23 (UTC)

[Mumbles something that sound suspiciously like 'yes ma'am' before going quiet and staring at the ceiling.

Changing the subject was probably a good idea.]

Can you maybe do me a favor?

[That amuses her. Good move.]

Maaaybe. What is it?