~Forest of Depression~

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

WHO: Gamzee Makara, Karkat Vantas, Tavros Nitram
TONE: Depressed and possibly humorous?
RATING: PG-13 or slightly higher.
WHEN: March 18th, mid-day - early evening and later.
WHERE: The Forest
WHAT: They're depressed, so they are going to drown their sorrows in the forest.
STATUS: Ongoing
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Someone who isn't Tavros, tag in and start this off.

Comments

[selfhatred]

[He hadn't meant to look lonely at all. If anything, Karkat was happy Gamzee was getting to kiss his crush, though he'd deny it. He only had a vague notion that the taller Slytherin liked Tavros anyway, so it wouldn't have been his place to tease. He glances up when he hears Gamzee's voice, not expecting to be kissed again.

Had he not been drunk, he probably would have pushed him away and laughed it off. Not this time, opening his mouth under Gamzee's with a little, small, enthusiastic moan.]

[i_bullieve_i_can_fly]

[With his booze clouded mind, Tavros didn't know exactly what Gamzee had been about to say, but he doesn't have time to contemplate it too long when Gamzee is addressing Karkat, and the two of them are kissing soon.

Now that Tavros had been kissed, seeing them two of them do it was a lot more interesting! He stares at them, giggling a little. Wow, it looked kind of... funny. Was that what the two of them looked like? Haha... After a few seconds, he realizes he's thirsty. Or he just wants more booze, actually, he's not all that thirsty. He shifts so that he can reach into his pocket for his wand.

He points it at one of the vodka bottles he can't reach. The levitation charm takes a few tries, but eventually he gets it to shakily rise into the air and float over. Surprisingly, it doesn't fall out of the air, and he grabs at it. Stowing his wand away, he unscrews the lid and, pulling a Gamzee, drinks right from the bottle.]

[mo_cara]

[It does look a little weird, mainly because Gamzee's tongue is partway down the other boy's throat, like he's eating at Karkat's mouth. He pushes one hand up into the Gryffindor's thick hair, as though he's trying to anchor him in place, and it just goes on and on and on, until finally Gamzee pulls back, pressing his forehead to Karkat's, and panting, licking the younger boy from his lips appreciatively.]

Oh, damn. Oh, damn. [Murmurs, but he certainly doesn't sound upset, or disappointed. In fact, his eyes are alight with excitement, and his mouth is stretched into a wide, affectionate grin.] Damn, motherfucker, when'd you get so good at that?

[Gamzee has no idea if Karkat's any good. He has no way of judging. But he'd liked it, so it must be good, right?]