Accidental video

[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.]

Comments

[Action]

[bethehugejerk]

[For all the perceptiveness Karkat may have in making his blows - and he can certainly tell from that snarl - it doesn't do a thing to keep Equius from him. Unlike him, he wears his heart on his sleeve, no matter how loud and blustery he may get in trying to protect it. He feels things too strongly, he's too defensive to hide his soft spots, and all it takes is someone to hit the right place to draw his rage.]

[And Equius? He doesn't pull punches.]

[By the end of the tirade, Karkat is snarling himself. His leadership complex has always been a thing, but there's more to it than that. There's the issues that have cropped up here, too. How Gamzee went on his rampage, how he had to kill him to make him stop. How he wasn't fast enough to do it before people died or were injured. And he hates, still, that it had to be a thing - that he didn't prevent it sooner.]

[But the older scars still ache when hit the wrong way, and Equius knows just how to strike them. The death of their planet. The death of their race. His blood. Most people may not give a shit here; most outside the trolls wouldn't even know the issue, or give half a shit even if they did. But blood, even still, will never stop being a thing to him. To be called a mutant, an aberration, placeless, just dredges up all the self-loathing, and makes it fresh, raw, and tender.]

[This loathing is obsidian, Equius. Though dark, it burns in his eyes. That's why, when he goes in for the kiss, Karkat meets it eagerly: rough, biting, and full of hate.]

[Action]

[stayb100ponyboy.livejournal.com]

[Equius isn't exactly holding back here, either; one of the few spots on his body where his strength is actually close to normal is in and around his mouth, so his fangs are out and aggressively going after Karkat's lips. They keep this up long enough, and they're both going to end up shredded.]

[Action]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat finds himself greatly relieved at this discovered. Not only does it mean his mouth won't be wrecked by just a simple kiss, but it also means he can go all out with his own efforts without fear of shattering fangs or the like.]

[He's not going to back down easily, either.]

[No, with his bites and sharp, tugging nips at his kismesis's lips, it's pretty clear he's trying to to make him back down first.]

[That, and he just plain likes the hateffection.]

[Action]

[stayb100ponyboy.livejournal.com]

[So it's going to be a stand-off, is it? His lips might not be STRONG, but his pain tolerance is, and Equius sure as hell isn't letting a puny little gutterblood force him to back down first.

And okay, he likes the hateffection too.

It's a lot different hatekissing someone who's not a robot, okay? Maybe if he's lucky, he'll get to flushed kiss someone who's not a robot at some point too...

But now isn't the time for thinking about flushed kissing! Now is the time for hatekissing, and Equius makes a point to drag one of his broken, jagged fangs over Karkat's lower lip. Take that, mutant... feel the hatred of a highblood.]

[Action]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat hisses at the sensation. Fangs aren't comfortable to begin with, and the sharp edges of a broken one are hardly more so. His pain tolerance isn't as high... but where he lacks that, he makes up for it with ingenuity.]

[He presses in, and tries to dig his fangy overbite into the tender inner portion of his lower lip. Not far, mind - he doesn't want to pierce through the whole thing - but enough to hurt and irritate. Especially if he tugs at it.]

[He punctuates the attack with a growl.]

[Action]

[stayb100ponyboy.livejournal.com]

[Equius winces a little at the attack, and he's thankful that his shades hide that particular reaction.

If Karkat did pierce through, Equius would probably just make a lip ring to stick through the hole and wear it around for a few days. However, he'd rather not give him the opportunity. Instead, he goes on the offensive and drives his own face forward, clashing his upper fangs hard against Karkat's. He's not willing to let his kismesis break his fangs on his muscles, but if he breaks them because he won't back down from a hatemakeout... well, he can't be blamed for that, can he?]

[Action]

[bethehugejerk]

[And that does it. Karkat lets go then, drawing back with a wince of his own, and a notable glare. His lips are sore and he can taste blood, and he's pretty mad that Equius managed to make him back off.]

[But altogether, he's pretty satisfied with the hatekiss itself. Troll teeth really are more suited than human ones.]

Happy now, asshat?

[Action]

[stayb100ponyboy.livejournal.com]

I won't be happy until you and all your gutterblooded ilk are cleansed from paradox space.

[In hate-ese, that means "yes, very."]

[Action] what the hell was I trying to do with that wording

[bethehugejerk]

Pfft, yeah right. You have more use for me here than you do with me gone. Face it: you need my hate, because no one else can give it like I do.

[Translation: "You're welcome."]

Now are you going to make this fucking robot let me go already, or what? I doubt you want me sticking around all day.

[Action]

[stayb100ponyboy.livejournal.com]

Of course not. You're already lowering the property values.

[Translation: "Do this again, sometime soon?"]

I'll have the robot escort you out, since I can't trust you to not try and rob me blind on your way to the door.

[And with that, Equius steps aside and the robot starts carrying Karkat towards the door.]

[Action]

[bethehugejerk]

This crap you call your possessions isn't even worth looking at, let alone stealing. And as I recall, you were the one stealing things from me last weak, so watch those stones you're throwing from your run down glass hive.

[Even if that was HP instead of something more literal.]

[He still grumbles as the robot carries him to the door. He can walk just fine on his own.]

It's not like this shack has much worth to begin with, so if I come around too much, the place will be worse than a cardboard box on the street.

["Definitely."]

[Action]

[stayb100ponyboy.livejournal.com]

[Equius is well aware that Karkat can walk. What he can't do is drop himself from any kind of height, which is what the robot can do. Can, and will.]

You should be so happy to grace the hive of a highblood. I don't doubt that you rarely get the opportunity.

Now don't hang around on my doorstep; you'll attract stray animals.

["I look forward to it."]

[Action]

[bethehugejerk]

[Karkat at least catches himself when the robot drops him. He expected it this time, and it wasn't quite as awkward as when he had to cut himself down from the hook. Between that and the blood and sweat smeared over his shirt, it's pretty much ruined. At least he has others.]

Quit your bitching, asshole. You're the one who was driven to a goddamn hovel like this instead of the hivestem you used to have.

[He gives him the traditional salute - a dual overturning of the featherbeasts - and heads on his way.]

["See you then."]