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Karkat Vantas ([personal profile] selfhatred) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_logs2012-04-24 06:00 pm

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WHO: Karkat Vantas and YOU
TONE: light
RATING: PG-13 (for Karkat's mouth mainly)
WHEN: backdated slightly to April 22nd
WHERE: the library
WHAT: Karkat's doing homework and you're invited to bother him
STATUS: ongoing



Eighteen inches for Charms and twelve inches for Care of Magical Creatures. Who the hell set these ridiculous amounts of homework? Oh right, the teachers. If there was one thing about the school that Karkat abhorred more than maybe the lake or how long it took to get to class, it was the homework. Who the hell wrote in inches anyway? He couldn't count on his aunt to give him a good grade in Care just because they were related either which was disappointing but he guessed that was how things went anyway.

He'd been sitting there since after lunch, and he stretched, placing his head on his arms with a huff. This was ridiculous.
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[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-04-26 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee shook his head violently, and started grabbing for books again. "I won't kiss you again. I ain't never should have put my lips on you or Tavros, that was my motherfuckin' bad, thinking you would- "

He cut himself off, shaking his head again. "Anyway, you don't have to worry about that shit no more. We're friends, and that's more motherfuckin' important than all the other shit. I don't want to fuck nothing up ever again, just because I'm stupid and all want to be kissing on you."
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[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-04-26 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee lifted his head, and he smiled faintly. There was something sad about it, around the edges, but at least he was trying. "I know you liked it. But liking it's a whole motherfuckin' other thing from wanting anything to happen because of it, ain't it? I mean, it's all sweet and fine you want to be kissing on your best friend, but ain't nowhere that's gonna go. Unless you want to be having makeouts whenever you feel up for it, and you know I ain't gonna say no to that shit ... but I don't think you do, do you?"

He cocked his head to the side, and there was something that looked almost old about his eyes. Old and a little tired. "Because you ain't all wanting to be romantically involved, yeah? And if we're mates, then we gotta motherfuckin' be mates, and not all macking up on each other, right? Because you be having other people for that. And best friends is more important to me - I ain't gonna even go near to fucking with that again."
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[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-04-26 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee froze. But then, that wasn't so weird, right? If Karkat was still trying to figure out if he was into dudes, it wouldn't be right to be staying with his girlfriend. Probably.

"Yeah? he said, cautious all over again.
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[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-04-26 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
" ... Karkat, bro, that sounds like. You know, like it is the motherfuckin' best for you both. But I'm not always right up here in the pan, you know? I got all these motherfuckin' holes in my nug. And when you be saying that to me, right after I be explaining how I don't think you want to be motherfuckin' boyfriends with me, it kind of gets all mixed all in up in here."

Gamzee gave him a helpless look - sometimes he could pick up the most subtle things that no one else would ever notice, but other times, he was adrift.
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[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-04-26 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah. Okay." Gamzee still looked confused, but at least he wasn't staring at Karkat anymore. "Whatever you be wanting. But like I was all saying before, and if you ain't interested in nothing, then I'm all being right, ain't I? We shouldn't be doing no more of that kissing shit."
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[personal profile] i_bullieve_i_can_fly 2012-04-26 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
When Karkat pulled away, the realization that he was doing something he probably wasn't supposed to hit Tavros, and he froze with his hand still outstretched. His face was slowly turning even more red, and he bit his lip nervously as he finally withdrew his hand from midair, where he clasped his hands together and started twiddling his thumbs awkwardly in his lap.

Tavros didn't know if he should apologize or not, and he wished that he could just... stop doing things like that, since it seemed to make everything worse. And then there was the voice in the back of his mind telling him that he shouldn't even be doing anything like that with Karkat because he was a boy, and the whole point of figuring things out was to hopefully figure out that he wasn't like that.

But it just wasn't happening, and he was starting to feel frustrating. "Anyone who doesn't, is a jerk..." he murmured softly, trying to just push away all those thoughts he was having. But the conflict probably showed a little in his face, because it wasn't like he was good at hiding his emotions. "S-So...um," but he didn't even know what he was even asking, he was mostly just talking to keep himself from focusing on his thoughts. "Uh..." He let out a frustrated sigh. "I don't, even know what to say, right now."
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[personal profile] psiignlanguage 2012-04-27 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Cyrus actually has to laugh. Karkat's reaction is rather very charming, and very amusing. He sits upright in his chair and glances over Karkat's pile of books before selecting one, and flipping through it for a moment before opening it to a page about deterring charms, and their uses. He taps the page with the tip of his wand, smiling.]

It was an example. It's a charm for making yourself seem to blend in with crowds, or be too average for people to notice you. It's very useful.
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[personal profile] dou8letrou8le 2012-04-27 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Break his nose, I hope." She lifted up her hand to cover a snicker. "Is good color on you! Brings out eye color." She reached for another one of his books, still curious and needing something to occupy her hands with.

"Maybe make color stay... permanent?"
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[personal profile] dou8letrou8le 2012-04-27 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"He is easy to annoy, yes." She would know. Her very presence annoys him. His idea of purebloods being greater than others just seemed asinine and pointless to her. So getting on his nerves was a little satisfying.

"But is better ways to annoy him, you know?"
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[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-04-29 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
The Slytherin blinked. " ... ain't nothing what could ever stop me being friends with you. Even if you weren't wanting me to up and be your best friend, you'd still be mine, motherfucker. For life."
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[personal profile] i_bullieve_i_can_fly 2012-05-04 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
Tavros was confused by that. Both things, the hand on his and the statement that he didn't have to say anything. He'd made Karkat pull away by touching him, so why was he doing that? He was so confused. And he felt like he should say something. He just didn't know what to say, and the butterflies in his stomach were fluttering around and making him feel weird. He wanted them to just... go away. But he didn't know how to even make them.

Finally he swallowed, and stared down at Karkat's hand. "Okay..." was the only thing that would come out, because he still didn't know what to even say. Or do, for that matter. So he just sat there, feeling more awkward than he had in a long time, his eyes flicking around, before they finally trailed up to meet Karkat's, which ended up somehow making the butterflies fly around wildly. He bit his lips, as a blush formed on his cheeks again.
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[personal profile] i_bullieve_i_can_fly 2012-05-04 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Tavros's eyes widened- and it wasn't a slight thing, they pretty much went as big as saucers, eyebrows shooting up as high as they could possibly go. He hadn't been expecting that. Not at all. Had he been hoping? Y- no! No, it hadn't been on his mind at all. Okay he'd thought about it, but he'd pushed all those kinds of thoughts away, because he wasn't supposed to want it. He wasn't supposed to at all, so every time the thought slithered into his mind, he pushed it right back out.

So why was he not recoiling in horror? Why wasn't he shouting no, that it was wrong and they weren't supposed to do that? Sure they were helping each other out, but... it still... he still wasn't- he...

Why were the butterflies in his stomach doing a weird victory lap in his stomach? Why were his palms sweaty, his cheeks pink, why did he want it? He swallowed again despite the fact his mouth was dry, and then he shifted a little. He knew he had to say something, he couldn't let Karkat just sit there forever waiting for an answer. But he didn't know what to say. What were you even supposed to say to that, when you were terrified of even the thought o- oh crap there went some word vomit.

"Yes!"

Lousy good for nothing word vomit, spilling out before he could even stop it, before he could even decide on what to say.
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[personal profile] i_bullieve_i_can_fly 2012-05-04 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Tavros didn't have a voice inside of his head telling him what to do. He was absolutely clueless and his eyes went wide again as Karkat leaned in, and his lips pressed against his own. His heart thumped wildly and his whole body felt paralyzed, a heavy feeling that made it hard to move. He didn't know what to do. But his body, for some reason, wasn't telling him his disliked it. He felt a weird, weightlessness rising up in his stomach, and after a few seconds it started going through the rest of his body, replacing the paralysis with a warm, content feeling.

But that wasn't how he was supposed to feel! He wasn't supposed to like it... at all. But... he did. He did, so much. But he still didn't know what to do with his body, and his mind frantically searched for the solution. Frustratingly and confusingly enough the only thing that came to his head was 'MiRaClEs', and the thought sounded weirdly like Gamzee. And Gamzee wasn't being particularly helpful today.

Where did his hands go? What were his lips supposed to do? He knew- or at least, he thought, that his eyes were supposed to be closed, so he screwed them shut. Okay, that was done... but, okay. He awkwardly lifted a hand and put it on Karkat's shoulder, because that seemed like the right place for it, maybe? Was he supposed to pucker his lips now? He didn't know. Was he doing this right at all? Why didn't classes teach this kind of thing??

Why was he liking it?!

It was so wrong, he wasn't supposed to, he wasn't supposed to like it at all, so why did he? Why was he started to not even care about that? Why in the world was he more worried about doing it right, than he was about the fact he was doing it at all?

He really hoped he was doing it right.
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[personal profile] i_bullieve_i_can_fly 2012-05-04 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Instead of tensing up like he should've, Tavros actually relaxed when Karkat's lips were pressed into him, and the butterflies in his stomach were apparently cheering loudly, because there was an endless fluttering feeling all up in there. His jaw tingled where Karkat touched, and he shivered a little. Why did that feel good? But it didn't matter, he could barely even form a coherent thought, his mind pretty much completely clouded.

This was happening. His first real kiss. The others hadn't really counted, considering he didn't remember the first one, and the second one had been dubiously consented to at best. But this... this was a mutual agreed to thing- even though he had agreed to it in a fit of word vomit. They both wanted this. Even though he knew somewhere in the back of his mind they shouldn't and what were they doing, oh god? But it felt so good, that didn't matter.

As if on some weird instinct, he leaned into the kiss, and tightened his grip on Karkat's shoulder slightly. He didn't know what else to do, but it didn't matter because it felt so good the way it was, who cared if he was even doing it right?

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