Accidental video
Jun. 13th, 2011 06:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stayb100ponyboy[The SFC feed clicks on, showing a small, darkish bedroom and someone wrapped in blankets like a cocoon, completely swaddled and hidden. The feed rolls cheerfully along for a moment or two, until the blankets shift, falling away as the person under them props himself up on one elbow, his back to the camera. Even without seeing his face, it's pretty difficult to not recognize Equius Zahhak just by his size and broken horn alone.
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
He reaches out with one hand, fumbling for something on a small table on the other side of the bed. The camera catches just a glimpse of a glass full of water before it shatters in his grip, the breaking sound almost unbearably loud in the otherwise silent room.
Equius' shoulders roll forward, hunching in around his chest, and he appears to study his hand for a moment, watching a few trickles of blue blood run down his fingers, before he grunts and pulls the blankets back over his head. The blankets move around him as he curls into a ball and sighs, deeply, before he stops moving.
The feed keeps running for another couple of minutes before it cuts off.]
[OOC: backdated to before this thread, and the morning after the curse wears off.]
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Action;
Date: 2011-06-13 11:29 pm (UTC)I didn't hurt you, did I?
[Never mind that the other troll has him completely pinned down; the way Gamzee landed, Equius is terrified to move for fear of hurting him, so he just lays on the bed, limp and unresisting, with Gamzee sprawled out on top of him.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-13 11:39 pm (UTC)[Gamzee lounges comfortably for a moment more, before he remembers what he came for in the first place, pushing up. He shuffles backwards until he finds a patch of bed not taken up by Equius, folding his legs comfortably underneath him.]
Here. Fuckin' lemme see your hands.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:26 am (UTC)The bleeding has already stopped... mostly, at least.
[And now you'll realize why he normally wears gloves all the time, Highblood; his palms and the sides of his hands are crisscrossed with hundreds of short, jagged scars. The reminders of many, many glasses held and shattered.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:35 am (UTC)Just in case then. So you ain't gonna be going around and opening those motherfuckers all up again. Besides, there ain't not all no fuckin' way you are not gonna feel jazzed with these, okay?
[He smiles before he digs the box of bandaids out of his pocket. He pours out the bandaids on his lap, and well, they sure are colourful. All the colours of the motherfuckin' rainbow. Because Wataru is the best at shopping.
Digging through the pile for a moment, Gamzee searches for a blue one. When he finds on, he turns to Equius' hands. He blows a little bit of air over his skin, making sure it is clear, before he sticks the bright blue bandages over one of the little cuts. And onto the next!]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:41 am (UTC)He watches as the other troll tends his wounds, carefully selecting blue bandages and plastering them over each little cut. He wouldn't go so far as to say he's jazzed about it, but it's definitely preferable to just sitting here by himself, bleeding.
Out of the corner of his eyes, he watches the Highblood, drinking in the look of placid concentration on his face, the casual, fearless way he touches him, the gentle way he cradles his wounded hands in his own.]
Thank you.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:46 am (UTC)No need to be all fuckin' mentioning it, bro. You can have the rest of the motherfuckers for when it done all gets to be happening again.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 02:52 am (UTC)When the other troll is done, he carefully takes his hands back and lets them fall in his lap, where the bandaids will be undisturbed. He looks down, studying them, and before he can realize that this probably isn't the greatest question to ask, he blurts it out.]
Why are you always trying to take care of me?
[Because don't deny that you do that, Highblood, they both know it's true.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 03:05 am (UTC)Cause I like to all be making motherfuckers happy. Fuckin' all gets my chest done filled with mirth when I can all get a brother to relax and smile, yeah? Those are the kinda miracles what I really fuckin' dig.
[Which is why Karkat is his best friend too. Those rare moments when Karkat is willing to show that maybe Gamzee isn't so bad of a worst best friend anyway are the moments he likes best.]
And you, my fine brother, all done need that shit more than any other motherfucker I am in the know about. That's all what makes me wanna take care of ya.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 03:27 am (UTC)[Yes, he shouldn't have asked that question, because the answer just makes him feel worse. Is he really that glaringly obvious with how he's feeling?]
My apologies, then; I wasn't trying to make anyone, least of all you, feel badly with my own moodiness.
If... if you don't want to, you don't have to take care of me anymore. I know it can't be fun...
[And it tears his chest apart to say that, but there it is, out in the open. It's something that's been plaguing him for awhile now.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 03:37 am (UTC)I think you all need to stop talking, bro. Cause you ain't fronting nothing but shit I ain't wanna hear, yeah? I don't do nothing I don't wanna up and be doing.
[His expression is still mostly pleasantly, but there is something firm in there as well. He ain't having none of this moody shit, Equius.]
I like helping you get your fuckin' glad on. Don't mind gettin' you all to let loose and just motherfuckin' smile. It's all fun chillin' around with you anyway.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 04:02 am (UTC)[Equius is feeling reassured now, thank you. He would smile for you, Highblood, but he just can't. Not yet, anyway.]
I like spending time with you too.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:31 pm (UTC)You still rockin' the fuckin' wicked thirst?
[Well, he hadn't drank yet, right?]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:35 pm (UTC)Yes, I am still thirsty.
[He'd forgotten about it after breaking the glass but yes, it is still a thing.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 01:40 pm (UTC)Or bad answer, depending on how much Equius dislikes what is going to come next. Because you know what?
It's motherfuckin' Faygo time.
Gamzee's sylladex opens with a blinding flash of colour and he quickly withdraws a bottle of his favourite flavour. Well, actually all flavours are his favourite, but details details.]
We can be sharing. Snap into this motherfucker together, yeah?
Action; wait... does Faygo act like a drug for trolls or is it only slime?
Date: 2011-06-14 02:16 pm (UTC)I don't think I have any more glasses. We'd have to drink straight from the bottle.
[After a week of being normal, maybe it's time to live dangerously, now that he's trapped back in his old body.]
Action; haha, I'm sure it can only cause a wicked sugar rush.
Date: 2011-06-14 02:25 pm (UTC)[Gamzee easily twists the cap off, the overly sweet scent of the soda hitting the air. And like a good friend, he offers the bottle to Equius first.]
Here ya go, motherfucker.
Action; damn, I was kind of hoping for Stoned!Equius to make an appearance. Oh, well...
Date: 2011-06-14 02:36 pm (UTC)[He appreciates the sentiment--really, he does--but he doesn't know what that bottle is made out of, and he can practically guarantee that if he tries to drink from it, he'll end up squeezing it and sloshing pop all over the place.]
Thanks, but you go first.
[He holds up one hand and twitches the fingers]
It's better if I don't try and hold anything full.
Action; Gamzee'll feed him some pie sometime.
Date: 2011-06-14 02:39 pm (UTC)But maybe...]
I can hold it.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 02:45 pm (UTC)[This is going to end up with pop all over his bed, he just knows it. He knows it, and he finds that he doesn't really care.]
All right.
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 02:48 pm (UTC)[Fun fact: this is so not going to be the last time Gamzee makes a mess out of his bed.
Shuffling a bit closer, he glances down at the bottle for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to do this.]
Uh... open your chute? And I'll all put it in.
[He's talking about the bottle. Honest.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 03:00 pm (UTC)Equius doesn't care.
He obediently opens his mouth, still eyeing the bottle distrustfully.
Fun fact: Gamzee can make a mess out of his bed anytime he wants.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 03:04 pm (UTC)Gamzee shuffles a bit closer until his knees press against Equius'. He carefully raises the bottle, holding it to Equius' bottom lip and tipping it. Ready for your first ever taste of
overly sugary, artificially coloured swillfaygo?]Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 10:46 pm (UTC)Equius manages not to spit it out and go "Bluh!", but it's a near thing. The flavor is like an explosion in his mouth, and not the good kind... more of the "All your tastebud are belong to us", scorched-earth-and-then-salt-it-so-nothing-ever-grows-again kind. He has no idea how anyone actually drinks this stuff.
He swallows and then tilts his head back, hopefully indicating that that's enough, thank you, the Highblood should drink some now.]
Action;
Date: 2011-06-14 10:50 pm (UTC)It's just... the taste grows on you? Eventually?]
More?
Action;
Date: 2011-06-15 12:25 am (UTC)You go ahead.
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