selfhatred: (tell me about it)
Karkat Vantas ([personal profile] selfhatred) wrote in [community profile] sortinghat_logs2012-05-31 09:02 pm

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WHO: Karkat Vantas, Gamzee Makara
TONE: feelings, lots of them
RATING: PG-13 for Karkat and Gamzee
WHEN: backdated to Thursday 24th May
WHERE: Slytherin 3rd year boy's dorm
WHAT: After this. Gamzee and Karkat need to talk.
STATUS: ongoing



Karkat rubbed his nose as he stepped up to the door leading to the Slytherin common room, pajamas in hand. He figured it was better to spend the night in friendly territory rather than in a dorm with Dave Strider. Ignoring the look he got from the student that stepped out from the portal, he ducked into the other house. Usually students from other houses weren't allowed in other houses dorms but Karkat was in here enough with Gamzee that he might as well have been a Slytherin himself.

Not that they'd been doing a whole lot of hanging out in the last month. He'd hardly talked to Gamzee since Tavros's birthday party and Karkat didn't know if that was because he was still attempting to find himself or if they'd stopped communicating a little bit more than they used to. Maybe that was when Gamzee started hoarding a hateboner for Professor Matteris.

Finding his way to the third year boy's dorm, Karkat hesitated a little before raising his knuckles, hoping Gamzee was in and he didn't just walk into the snake pit completely unprepared.

"Gam?"
mo_cara: (b/w gloomy)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-05-31 11:22 am (UTC)(link)
The door was opened almost immediately by the older boy, who reached out to take Karkat's hand and pull him in, towards his bed and the privacy of the curtained off space. Gamzee never really cried, but there were times when he got upset, and his face looked long and pinched then, something tight and forced around the eyes. He looked like that now, as he tugged the Gryffindor onto his bed and then climbed after, pulling the curtains closed around them, so they were ensconced in a dim space that smelled of cigarettes and something sweet and teenage boy.
mo_cara: (close)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-05-31 12:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee was silent at first, just draping his long arms over Karkat's shoulders and nuzzling his nose into the smaller boy's neck, closing his eyes. He didn't do well with extreme ups and downs of emotion, with anger and sorrow and regret and embarrassment. It tended to exhaust him, and he had no idea how to deal with the swings. But it was better when Karkat was there. It was like a calm settled over him, a blanket of peace that muffled all the bad stuff, the jagged edges of the other feelings.

"I wasn't all being too crazy up in there, was I?" he said finally, in a quiet, meek voice.
mo_cara: (curled up)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-01 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Gamzee looked at his friend with mournful eyes, but there was still a little edge there, and his pupils were a little too wide when he leaned into Karkat's hands.

"I just hate her SO MOTHERUCKIN' MUCH, you know? Lots of people give Tavros shit, just 'cause of the way he is, but he rolls with it. Like it ain't good, but it's the way things is. But she's a motherfuckin' professor! She ain't supposed to be doing that shit when it ain't being nothing to do with school!"
mo_cara: (b/w gothy)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-01 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"He DOESN'T DO ANYTHING!" Gamzee protested. "You know he motherfuckin' don't! Those motherfuckers are just as bad as the rest of us kids! And Dumbledore don't do SHIT."

The Slytherin buried his face in Karkat's neck again, his muscles tight with tension.
mo_cara: (sink)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-03 10:31 am (UTC)(link)
"How can he not know? EVERYONE MOTHERFUCKIN' KNOWS!" The boy clung to his best friend as though Karkat was the only anchor keeping him from flying off into the night somewhere, to do violence on something.
mo_cara: human recolor by me (cold)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-08 11:48 am (UTC)(link)
"So it ain't none of it no good," Gamzee said in a quieter voice. "She can just keep on being the wicked bitch of the west, and motherfuckin' Strider can go and be letting that purest horse shit drool out of his motherfuckin' word hole, and ain't nothin' gonna happen. Because who's going to give a shit what some stoner motherfuckin' clown says?"
mo_cara: (stare)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-09 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
"You can do that?" the Slytherin asked in surprise. "They'd all up and listen to a kid?"
mo_cara: (shy smile)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-11 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
Gamzee seemed to be relaxing a little at that thought - not that he thought that the adults would do anything about it. But that Karkat was making some effort. The concept soothed him, and he nuzzled at the other boy's hair. "I wouldn't even be knowing who to talk at," he admitted.
mo_cara: (hoody)

[personal profile] mo_cara 2012-06-17 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ain't nothing I could do to her, anyway," Gamzee said, a little bitterly. "She knows more shit than I ever could and she'd fry my motherfuckin' ass."

But he sighed, then, instead of ramping up to anger again, and just kept himself wrapped around Karkat, shivering a little at the touch of his nose and closing his eyes.