towerofanimus | (no subject)

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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[Welp.]

Go to sleep, then!

I slept all fucking day yesterday.

So?

[She prods at him.]

You are in the infirmary for a reason, stupid.

Maybe I don't fucking want to sleep.

[Dead-eyes]

[Grinning back.]

You want to stay awake and talk to me, right?

I--what? I didn't say--that's--

[He catches himself before he finishes that sentence, second guessing how horrible something like that would sound--but what if she mistook it for honesty? HE CAN'T BRAIN.

So instead, he just kind of stares dumbly, open-mouthed for a moment until he slowly lets it slide shut.]

[She giggles, lacing her fingers through his.]

You are ridiculous.

Says the girl who licks people. Tch.

Is that an invitation?

Let me think.

No.

[She leans over him, shooting him that shark-like grin.]

Are you suuure? How else am I supposed to see how amazing you look?

I'd give you that, but I look like shit right now.

Nice try, though.

[Except oh god she's leaning over him and those teeth and yup his seven-pupiled eye is closing.]

[She's going to try to lick his cheek, yup.]

[BLUH.]

ARGH--Terezi!

[She pulls away, cackling.]

Still delicious!

Uuugh.

[Reaching up to rub his cheek clean, looking pretty disgusted.]

Savor it, then, because you're not slobbering on me again.

[She looks pretty smug.]

We will see about that!

No. No we won't. Because I just told you.

[Casually wiping his hand on her arm.]

[She takes his hand, lifting it as though she's going to kiss the back of it, all gentlemanly. But this is Terezi. So she licks it instead.]

[GOOD JOB GUYS. All the sound woke Vriska up just in time to look over to see Terezi slobbering all over his hand.

She makes a face.]

Ughhhhhhhh, I'm going to vomit. Could you be any more disgusting??

[He had begun to gag, ready to pull his hand free until Vriska startles him into clenching his captured hand into a fist. Wow, embarrassing.]

Morning, sunshine.

[Terezi sighs, dropping Karkat's hand.]

Oh. I was hoping you wouldn't wake up.

[Ever.]

[Rolling her eyes.]

Maybe if you made less noise being totally gross, I wouldn't have. Oh look, another thing that's your fault.

[There is an audible sigh from Karkat and he instinctively reaches for Terezi's wrist to keep her from diving at Vriska.]

Ladies...

[Terezi tenses, and for a second, it looks like that's exactly what she's going to do. But Karkat's hand on her wrist seems to bring her back to her senses, and she just shoots Vriska a glare.]

My fault? Oooh, like Jack is your fault? Right!