011 ♑ [eleventh honk/video]

[hystericull]

Content Warning: Thread with Tavros got smutty I really can't believe I'm putting this right in the OP but the general public has a right to be warned.

[The feed clicks on, revealing an extremely wide, extremely frantic purple eye.]

[After a few seconds, the features surrounding said eye come into view, as the operator of the video backs up. And backs up a little more.]

[It's a gargantuan troll. Everything about him looks like it's been blown well out of reasonable proportion. His shoulders took up the width of the screen, and the way he hunched over couldn't have been anything but uncomfortable. His face was painted up like a monotone clown - all dark smudges against stark white. The design hadn't changed much in the sweeps he'd spent here. What was your face was your face, no matter how you felt about it. The paint was what he was born with, the design was a part of him - one thing in life that couldn't be done on a whim.]

[Most of that face, however, was obscured by the most absurd mane of hair imaginable. It exploded from his head in a mass of mats and twists and curls, getting in his eyes and mouth before running down his neck and past his shoulders. It was reminiscent of vines taking over a building - crawling up and threatening to engulf the two massive, spiraling horns that sprouted from his head.]

[For being as giant as he was, Gamzee had been lacking in the brute strength department - a solitary physical trait he failed to inherit from his ancestor. His limbs and neck were thick, but not as thick as they could or should be. His hands rivaled the size of dinner plates, but the fingers on them remained knuckles and spindle.]

[Now that both manic eyes were visible, as well as a decent amount of the rest of him, Gamzee's dark lips parted to speak, revealing terribly sharp and terribly disgusting fangs. Plucking a vial of dark purple liquid from his pants pocket, he held it up to the camera.]

All you magnanimous motherfuckers, please to be all popping the most righteous of motherfuckin' squats at the terminal and start bestowing on to your wicked brother all what's knowledge holy you up and got in those inferior thinkpans 'bout the matter what all is at being your mother fucking blood.

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[pushedaround]

[ One last exhale, and Tavros had finally cooled down. He brought his hand up, brushing the hair off his sweaty forehead, leaving his injured arm unattended when he should be bandaging the bloody thing. Now that he was no longer thinking with his dick, he is once again embracing the cruel reality of what had happened between them. Fucking great.

It wasn't even about Eridan anymore. But, you know what? He couldn't even bring himself into that mess again. It's done. Get over it, Nitram. I mean- he fucking tried everything at this point and it still hurts like a bitch. He didn't know what to do now.

Maybe chuckle lazily. ]

I only said it was a punishment so I wouldn't kill your boner at the time. Since it's over, I'm more than happy to announce that I wasn't trying to discipline you, or acting 'bad'.

You're free to be turned off now.

[ He rolled his head to the side, as far as his horn would allow him. He then stares down at Gamzee in low lashes. ]

However, next time? I will act differently.

[ He just leaves it at that, any further elaboration is unnecessary. They are adults, and everyone must deal with the consequence of their own actions and mistakes, and while Gamzee is still oblivious to the extent of the damage his 'love bites' reflected on their relationship, Tavros is fully aware of it.

He will dismiss it for now, placing a hand on Gamzee's head. ]

You can rest here if you wish. In fact, I really think you should.

[hystericull]

[Yeah, Gamzee acts like a child sometimes. He's got a rotten brain and a rotten disposition, but despite that, he isn't a complete moron. He knows Tavros is upset. He knows that a better troll would probably have something apologetic and loving to say in an attempt to garner forgiveness instead of ignoring all of that to dwell on how awesomely he just got fucked.]

[He lifted his head from Tavros' shoulder, curling his lip in a silent growl.]

Don't motherfuckin' try and be frontin' up with me all fucking righteous after what shit you just got the mother fuck done doing.

[His eyes were hard, now. He was fucking ticked off. Don't drag him out of his post-sex euphoria with your shitty nagging right off the bat. God damnit, it was the only high he was able to get, now.]

You ain't all... fuckin'...

[The beginning of his nasty remark started off strong, but quickly faded as he felt the warm pressure of Tavros' palm against his naked face.]

[He shut his eyes for a moment, curling his hand into a fist and sinking his nails into the meat of his own palm as he had a quick war with his emotions. Watching Gamzee argue with himself in his head was probably a dumb sight, like the crazy person you avoid on the street who mutters to themselves under their breath.]

[It was a quick struggle, this time. Normally, they could run quite long. After several whispered curses and erratic twitches of his face, Gamzee's hand shot up to grab the arm that was touching him. It was quite forceful at first, but he quickly realized he put too much force behind it, and loosed until his hand was merely resting against Tavros' skin.]

...Are you leaving.

[pushedaround]

[ He made no attempt to pull away, even when the grasp started off rather threatening. Tavros didn't react, eyes barely open and he appears to be unfazed by Gamzee's aggression. It was all an act, and once the hold around his arm had lost it strength-- Tavros released a low, subtle exhale, shoulders relaxing a bit.

He was too tired to move and he didn't want to leave ... but he couldn't stay either. He swallows and then nods his head. ]

Yeah. I ...

I need to clean up. I would ask you to join me, but I think you had enough abuse for one day. So ...

[ A lot of shit went down only in a few hours, and Tavros felt like he had tried every single trick in the book. Why is he still feeling like crap? Fuck this. It was getting seriously out of control and he was done with it. Without wasting another second in self-pity, the lowblood forced himself to sit up, groaning as every muscle in his body ached in protest.

He looks at Gamzee, leans over and ... gently pressed their foreheads together, headbutting him in the process. Oddly, it was a sign of affection and ... perhaps he wanted to show him that everything is going to be okay because by the time Tavros had pulled away, he was smiling. ]

Try to get some rest, yeah?

[ Okay, where did he leave his pants again? No point in looking for the shirt, though. He knew Gamzee had destroyed it beyond repair. He'll just have to fly to the laundry room and hope some loser had left a shirt behind or something. ]

[hystericull]

[He was vaguely discouraged that Tavros was leaving. Gamzee had only originally asked to gauge what he was expecting to wake up to later. Thinking someone will be there, then waking up to them gone was probably the worst feeling he could imagine. He wouldn't fucking say that, though. He's not that much of a pussy wriggler. Ungluing the tongue from the roof of his mouth, Gamzee shifted in his spot on the floor. He was at an awkward place where he was fucking exhausted, but the lack of clothes and the metal floor were starting to give him the chills.]

[He was wayyy too lazy to try and do anything about it, though. He just hoped he passed out before he got any colder. Did Tavros leaving mean that he was still upset? The fact that they just fucked, Gamzee knew, meant absolute shit, and there was a chance that Tavros wouldn't be coming back for h--]

[Poppp~]

Mmmm, Mocha Chip.

[The clock of their foreheads together scrambled Gamzee's brains in just the right way, knocking all logic out of his ears and replacing the obsessive thoughts with a dull ache that he cherished. He reached forward lazily, getting a few fingers in Tavros' hair before his hand fell back to the floor. He was too tired for this shit. He'd lay here in this jizz puddle next to this fucking not-full bucket and pass out. Hopefully for a really, really long time.]