You and me we could write a black romance [ Closed ]

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When; After this thread, probably ( August 7 )
Rating; K for kismesis ( swearing, violence, and hatesnogging )
Characters; Karkat Vantas and Dave Srider
Summary; Caught in a black romance
Log;



[ Cutting of Stider and being all apathetic in text is hard. it's hard and, well, he's only doing as his moirail instructed him to do. Karkat Vantas is still beautifully pissed at Strider and typing DAVE had made it all the worse. fuck Strider. fuck him sideways from the human conception of Hell and back.

so now Karkat is just sitting there. brooding. even his blackrom focused movie isn't even making him feel better.

today sucks. ]

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[hashrap]

[ yep, all of that is sure going to show tomorrow. blood runs backwards down his throat from his nose, which isn't broken, thank you, but hurts like a motherfucker anyway. he can taste it in his mouth and it's not entirely horrible.

he catches karkat's wrist again, because obviously letting him have control over it will not end well for dave's face. ]

Fucked up troll who you're deep in the obsidian throes for.

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It's your own goddamn doing and don't even try to fucking deny it. You've been striving to drive me mad since day fucking one! And now you have.

How does it fucking feel, Strider?

[hashrap]

Right now? Not as bad as I'd thought it'd be.

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[ snarling and fighting to take back his wrists. ]

Let me the fuck go!

[hashrap]

[ n o p e. well, yes, kind of. congratulations, vantas, you have your arms back. also, have a celebratory punch in the face. this third one's a killer, too! while you're recoiling from that, this coolkid here's just going to casually flip you over onto your back. ]

No.

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Shit!

[ in the jaw and hard enough to bruise. he's holding it until SLAM. on his back and looking up at a troll version of Strider. ]

Fuck off!

[ knee. elbow. anything he can use to last out at the other. ]

God fucking damn you - [ and cue the string of Alternian curses off of his lips. all he wants is Strider to get the fuck off of him. ]

[hashrap]

[ nope, not happening. between the legs of the smaller troll to avoid knees and feet, and catching his wrists to pin them down. ]

Do you ever shut up?

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[ does the growling and hissing clue you in? ]

Go fuck yourself!

[hashrap]

[ eyeroll. that you can actually see, now that he is sans-shades. ]

Nah.

[ but he should be easy enough to shut up. have a hatekiss, karkat. teeth. biting. ]

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[ and he so had a comeback for that one too, with that annoying eyeroll.

but hatesnogging is better. hatesnogging they can do. since Karkat is going to give it back, with more biting. the pain is a good pain.

and this is probably the best thing ever. for the moment.

still struggling to get his wrists free, though. ]

[hashrap]

[ still keeping those wrists, because his nose is bleeding and it's not a good look; he doesn't particularly want to add to it.

he's got a feeling his mouth is going to look horribly damaged tomorrow, but he's having a hard time caring. because causing karkat pain? makes it all worth it. ]

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[ not that Karkat would be doing more punching now that there's making out going on. nope.

he does growl, deep in the back of his windhole and bites down especially hard on Strider's lip. ]

[hashrap]

[ yeah, fuck you too?? he digs his claws into those wrists, hard, hissing through his teeth at the hold on his lip. ]

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[ hisses right along with Strider.

welp. gonna be sucking on that lip. for once, he's GLAD that there's blood. ]

[hashrap]

[ two mutants making out on the floor, nbd.

the agitation on the splits in his lip is irritating, but not overly painful. pleasant, almost. man, trolls are fucked up. ]

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[ isn't it just, Strider. now if you'd let Karkat move his hands....

okay, so actually Karkat is trying to throw his weight around, in an attempt to at least flip them over. ]

[hashrap]

[ try a little harder, short stuff.

the sudden shift makes his grip on those arms go slack, at least. it takes dave a moment to register the warmth of blood under his fingertips, proof that hey, you might have squeezed a little too hard. thankfully, it doesn't look like karkat minds all that much. ]

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[ not particularly, though he will when this is all over.

Karkat twists his wrists, freeing them, but also this means he can grab onto Strider's collar. He breaks away from the bite/kiss/whatever it really his, to glare long and hard at the other troll before shaking him and crashing mouths back together.

and ripping that shirt a bit too, okok. ]

[hashrap]

[ he'd almost begun preparing for the inevitable punch in the face. the final blow to destroy his already bleeding nose. the crack of candy-corn bones shattering beneath his skin. what he was not prepared for, was the sound of his shirt ripping. because at this stage it had seemed like too trivial a thing to even worry about, but... fuck you he liked this shirt?

irritation, anger, hot in his chest. he digs his teeth back into karkat's lip. ]

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[ oh get over it, Strider. it's only where Karkat's claws are digging into the fabric.

while he's pissed off, there's now a window of opportunity. Karkat lets go of Dave's collar, opting for shoving hard against those shoulders, claws digging in, with force to finally get this to flip around. ]

[hashrap]

[ it probably doesn't matter anymore, seeing as the thing is stained with the rust of drying blood. still, it doesn't mean he's any less ticked off about it. this is the reason why he can't have nice things.

and then his back is hitting the floor with a dull thunk, and confusion clouds his formerly red eyes, because up—he's staring up at karkat now; meaning karkat is above him, karkat has control and it makes him curse, hiss under his breath. ]

Nuh-uh.

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[ he's giving Dave a sneering grin, trapping the once human down by the shoulders. Squeezing his legs around bony hips. Yeah. This was hppening. ]

Fucking got you now.

[hashrap]

[ all the nope in the world. if this was happening, it was happening how he wanted it to happen. this, right here? not okay.

doesn't mean he won't at least try and play it cool. pissed of? pssssshh. he's dave strider. ]

You're eager.

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[ but that's the point. it's not about if it's "okay" for you, Strider. ]

You started it, Strider.

[hashrap]

So you're finishing it.