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WHO: Tavros Nitram and anyone who happens upon the sad little Hufflepuff boy
TONE: Frustrated and Sad
RATING: G?
WHEN: 4/17
WHERE: A quiet little corner somewhere.
WHAT: The events of the accidental love potion weigh a bit heavily.
STATUS: [ONGOING]

Tavros sits alone in an out of the way place, curled up in the inlay of a large window. He leans his head against the glass and watches all the nothing going on in the air around the school. One hand is pulled into his robe where he has a pocket spelled to keep the baby snake he stole from the egg he hatched with Gamzee. It's likely the only good thing to come out of that holiday, but it feels like he ended up trading his best friend for it.

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"Y-yeah, I think. It's just... uhm.." He held his breath for a moment, then finally looks up at Gamzee again, voice soft. "Is.. uh... Is it for real now?"

"Oh!" Gamzee says, and then he nods slowly.

"If you're wanting it to be, yeah, I think so. Uh. So, you want to be my boyfriend?" The Slytherin realizes as he says it that he never even asked last time, under the influence of the potion, he'd just assumed. This felt better somehow, to make it all official-like.

"I do." He says softly, his smile growing into something big and silly before he could stop it. It really does feel better this way, without that sense of 'what if' hanging over them both.

"I do very much."

"That," Gamzee pronounces seriously, "Is a motherfuckin' miracle."

And that's precisely how it feels - something amazing and beautiful and not quite real. He runs the backs of his fingers along Tavros's cheek and then leans in to kiss him again, feeling his heart thumping against the cage of his ribs surprisingly gently.

Tavros falls into the kiss easily this time, reaching up to cup Gamzee's face with both of his hands. After resigning himself to practically being this unlovable, unwanted, walking freak of nature this really does feel like a miracle. It scares him too, because he wouldn't know what to do with himself if Gamzee ever left him. That only means that he'll be willing to do anything in his power to keep that from happening.

The kiss is a little deeper this time - Gamzee isn't going to jump the other boy and start sticking his hand down Tavros's pants (the way he'd practically been doing before), but he does think, if they're real boyfriends now, that it's probably okay to use some tongue, even if copping a feel still isn't kosher yet.

Tavros probably would have let him if he'd tried, willing to do anything to keep the other boy happy, even if he isn' ready for it. He hasn't actually thought that far yet anyway, too caught up in the fact that this was really happening for real.. The tongue doesn't bother him at all though, even if he does gasp a bit in surprise. He falls back into it easily enough, already having figured out at least a little of what Gamzee likes.

After a little bit of not-quite tonsil hockey, Gamzee pulls back, and then suddenly his eyes get wide as a thought strikes him. "Shit! I need to get you something, like a ring or a badge or ... something."

He blinks owlishly up at Gamzee, then laughs a bit, finally breaking out into one of those wide, silly grins of his. "Haha, like.. a scouting merit badge?"

The Slytherin looks confused. "Oh, shit, I ain't got the knowing of any of that Boy Scouting shit, I don't think I ever been camping or tied no fancy knots. No, no, like to put on your jacket! Something nice. Maybe them kind of with enamel, like of an animal or something ... except, I dunno, ain't nobody gonna know that's from me. Maybe a clown!"

"I used to be a scout... before my accident." His ma even had his little uniform and merit badges still. Tavros just smiles, then pushes up to give Gamzee a quick, shy kiss to his cheek before settling down again while holding Slick up against his chest.

"I think a clown, would be perfect for you to have as a symbol."

Gamzee shifted and settled so that Tavros could rest his whole back against the taller boy, and he could loop his arms around the Hufflepuff's shoulders. "What should I wear what's yours, too?"

"Uhm... I don't know.." He settles comfortably against the taller boy, chest still tight but for completely different reasons. "M-maybe... Peter Pan?"

"Oh, hell yeah!" Gamzee exclaims, pleased with the idea. "That green zippy motherfucker is perfect!"

He squeezes his arms around Tavros. "We can go looking for something next Hogsmeade weekend. Or we could make 'em, except I ain't no good at Transfig."

"I dont know, how good I'd be.. but I can try." He tilts his head back so he could smile up at Gamzee. "Or maybe, when we go home for Easter we can find something too, if I fail at it. Which is a likely occurrence, to have happen."

"You'd still be better at it than me," Gamzee says, grinning back. "I bet we could make some crazy-ass shit if we tried it together. Like stuff so miraculous ain't nobody even knowing what it was."

Which reminds him! He'd been intending to ask about this even before they were officially together, but it seems even more important now. "So, uh ... you want to maybe visit a little over the Easter hols?"

"Haha, yeah! We should try."

Tav's smile didn't waver one bit, but he seemed to perk up a bit at the question. "I, uh... was actually hoping that maybe, you would want to come stay with me again. I mean, if that is something you would like to do."

Hmm, being at the Nitram's meant they wouldn't have the gobs of free time alone that they'd have at the Makara's. On the other hand, Tavros's mam was the bitchtits. Fair trade-off.

"Hell yeah, I would!"

Tav's face just lit up at that, the smile reaching his eyes and changing the whole look of him. He leaned up and stole a quick kiss from the corner of Gamzee's mouth before settling back down again. "I'll, uh.. let her know."

Gamzee grins, stupidly pleased at that quick kiss, then asks, "Are you gonna tell her about ... uh, you know, that we're all together and shit?"

He hesitated a moment at the question, then nodded. "Y-yeah. I don't think, I can keep something like that from her." Then a smirk. "Knowing her, she probably already knows."

"Your mam's pretty smart," Gamzee agreed, then bit into the tip of his tongue thoughtfully. "You don't think she'll mind? She don't got the thinking that this kinda shit's all wrong and sinful and stuff?"

"Nah... She, uh... She thought that we were maybe, already a thing a Christmas." Flustered the hell out of him in the process. "I was... scared to tell her, for the longest time. But we talked a bit, after you left."

Gamzee gives him a curious look. "What'd you all say?"

"She, uh.. said she had a feeling, because she's my ma, and good ma's just know these things." He flushes a bit and looks down at the little snake curled around his hand and pets it's nose. "Said I should, uh... try to win you over. But you were taken, so it didn't matter, if I wanted to or not."