Burning down the house

[mo_cara]

WHO: The Makaras and anyone else who wants to join in!
TONE: Fun ... wild and crazy fun
RATING: PG to R, depending on shenanigans
WHEN: December 20th
WHERE: Near the edge of the Forbidden Forest
WHAT: Since there're so many new adults around, the Makara boys decide to throw an impromptu bonfire night!

The bonfire set on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and the boundary of the school property, rivals the one set for Guy Fawkes. But there are no frozen flames spells here, and the heat roars off it, sending sparks crackling and dancing toward the sky. Two remarkably similar young men dance around the fire, and even in the December weather, the heat allows them to do so without their shirts on, revealing extensive tattooing. The shorter, more muscular one is decorated with white bones, echoing what's under his skin, and the taller, more slender one has similar bones tats, but done in black ink, along with occult symbols. White bones, Kurloz, has a fiddle, and black bones, Gamzee, has a drum, and the music is as wild as their movements.

There are a few flasks of liquor being passed around the fire, and an ominous figure in black robes with giant horns spiraling up from his silver-shot black mane sits some distance away, gripping an ebon wood staff, but the overall mood is celebratory. Any excuse for a party, after all!



((OOC: Anybody can show up to the bonfire, and pretty much anyone who knows the Makaras or has run into them over the last day has been invited. But ex-professor Rhydderch will be keeping an eye out for underage craziness - those who are still students won't be turned away, but they won't be allowed to get riproaring drunk, either, as this is more aimed at adults than kids.))

Comments

[littlefairybull]

-=he lets gamzee lead, because wtf is dancing=-

Probably would have just... fallen all over everything anyway.

[mo_cara]

I didn't know shit about what I was doing, either. [admits with a grin] So it's a motherfuckin' fine thing we're doing it now!

[You want to be dipped, Tavros? Sure you do!]

[littlefairybull]

-=not like he has a choice! he's grip tightens when he's bent backwards, fingers curling into gamzee's shirt=-

I'm.. really glad I'm here.

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee's arm is warm and snug around the smaller man's waist, keeping him securely close, even when bent over backwards.]

Me, too. [agrees, with a softer smile, lacking some of the edge of his previous grins] I missed you, bro.

[toreadorkabull]

-=his eyes turn a bit sad even though he's still smiling, still clinging=-

For a long time I thought I, uh... I thought I did something wrong. To make you not want to share a friendship with me anymore.

-=hell, he still does=-

[mo_cara]

[pulls him back up again, and into a slower dance, something more stately to suit the more serious tone the conversation has taken]

Nah, you ain't never did anything wrong. There was just so much I had to do, and I couldn't be talking to anyone. [glances down for a moment, then back up at Tavros] Heavy shit, you know? I went kind of motherfuckin' shithive there for awhile.

It was never you, it were all me.

[littlefairybull]

--he doesn't really believe that, not completely. it's hard to change your way of thinking when you've been thinking it for so long=-

I don't blame you, Gamzee. Never did.

[mo_cara]

Then who else you gonna blame? [surprised]

[littlefairybull]

-=he doesn't say anything, just tries to smile brighter and tugs gamzee around into another spin=-

[mo_cara]

[blinks, then uses the hand not settled at Tavros's waist to push some of the hair off his face] Hey. IT WASN'T YOU. [His voice doesn't quite get louder, but there's a growling intensity to it on the last words.] You hearing me? My pan's always been cracked, and it got worse before I could figure out all my shit, okay? And ain't NONE OF THAT ON YOU, it's all me, all my shit like a motherfuckin' quilt of crazy, STITCHED UP WRONG. You were one of my good things, my best things.

[littlefairybull]

Then why d-didn't you come back?

-=he stops dancing and stands there in gamzee's arms looking confused, brows furrowed. he'd always thought if he'd just said something or done something, believed hard enough that gamzee would come back. but he never did=-

I, uh... didn't even know, that you had left, until later.

[mo_cara]

I did come back, I just-

[Gamzee stops, shakes his head once, decisively, then steps back a little, takes Tavros's hand to tug him away from the fire, into the dimmer area some feet away. Already he can feel the sweat cooling on the bare skin of his torso, but he doesn't really feel the cold, not yet. He drops into a loose-limbed crouch next to a log, and gestures for Tavros to sit.]


I just got back last night. In my time, I mean. Shit in my head ... it was like I was losing everything down those holes, you know? Like all my motherfuckin' self was draining away and I could stare down through them and see the cracks in everything, in the whole world. And I tried to fill it with everything what was given to me, but it didn't work, because it was still all broken.

Do you know what I'm saying?

[littlefairybull]

-=okay so he may be acting more like a jilted lover than an abandoned friend, but gamzee had been really important to him, moreso than even he'd been willing to admit at the time. he didn't realize how much he relied on gamzee until that support was gone=-

I think so.

-=not really. there is still a lot about him that seems young, especially in his eyes. he might not be an eternal child like peter pan, life has left him a bit jaded, but there's still part of him that tries=-

I used to believe really hard, that you would be okay and come back. I guess I didn't try hard enough.

[mo_cara]

[Gamzee leans forward, bracing on his hands on the cold ground, suddenly smiling.] Well, shit, motherfucker, I guess you tried exactly hard enough, because here you be, and here I be, and I'm feeling all kinds of wicked good that we're both here.

[He leans in even further, pressing his forehead to the smaller man's, his voice dropping to something low and intimate and warm.] So I guess I should be saying thank you, yeah?

[littlefairybull]

-=it takes a minute for the concept to sink in, but then his face splits into a bright smile again=- It took long enough.

[mo_cara]

[The taller man laughs, and his fingertips glide over Tavros's lips and the smile he had been wanting to see, clear and bright as the sun.]

Patience, bro! You brought me back, so I guess I can't be going nowhere no more.

[littlefairybull]

-=he swallows thickly when gamzee touches his lips, heart pounding wildy in his chest. his eyes go a little wide, but he doesn't tense up like he used to=-

Promise?

[mo_cara]

[At 29, Gamzee is a lot more observant and a lot less oblivious than he used to be, and he notices the way Tavros's eyes widen. It brings a sly edge to his smile, something knowing and purringly pleased, like a cat that's just noticed the canary's cage door has been left open.]

Pins in my heart and hoping I'll die. [agrees, and holds his fist up for a bunp]

[littlefairybull]

-=and he feels like the canary in that cage, caught but with a chance at freedom at last. he lifts his hand and gives gamzee a good, firm bunping=-

I think it's time, we should start having fun, and stop being gloomy, yeah?

[mo_cara]

Truer words ain't never been expelled from no protein chute. [he traces the line of Tavros's jaw with one finger, curious to see the reaction, then he pulls a flask from his pocket and holds it up in offering] I am all for motherfuckin' fun.

i hate the fucking ascot in these icons blargle

[littlefairybull]

-=the way gamzee is acting makes him feel a bit uncertain, he never did know exactly what went on in his friend's head, since it always seemed to change at any given moment. he doesn't pull away though, tilting his head slightly without even realizing it=-

What is it?

-=he takes the flask, opening the top to take a smell of it's contents=-

Yeah, it's pretty weird looking and out of place.

[mo_cara]

Good shit. [It smelled of liquor, obviously, the heady scent of spiced rum, and something else, something even spicier that tickled at the nose and promised a burn on the way down.] I make this for the Baron, but he don't mind me sampling some.

i'll edit them out if i ever find the motivation

[littlefairybull]

Will he mind, if I do?

-=he smirks and takes a drink anyway. he caught a bit, but grins, it's harsher than what he's used to but it's clear he likes it=-

You make this?

[mo_cara]

Yeah, ain't right if I don't do it myself. [The rum is ridiculously hot - Gamzee steeps scotch bonnet peppers in it - but flavorful.] And that motherfucker is cool with it, he knows why I'm sharing, it's in his realm.

[Again, that sly smile, and he takes the flask back, swigging some himself before handing it back to Tavros.] Take as much as you like, annwyl. We got all night.

[littlefairybull]

To the Barron, then?

-=he takes another drink, and it goes down easier this time. the heat rolls slowly through his body, relaxing him bit by bit=-

You keep... calling me that.