[The weeping kind of surprises him. But it's a good surprise. Weeping is either a sign of absolute exhaustion after a really fierce rap session or it's a sign of utter moving pity. He's pretty sure this time that it's pity, and that makes him grin like an absolute idiot because he got Tavros to pity him. It's almost worth everything just for that.
Sometimes when he's really zoned out on the slime, lying on his back staring at the ceiling he wonders if that's how it's supposed to work anyway. If everything you go through is supposed to be worth it if someone just pities you well enough for it. Tavros' legs, and his...mind.
His mind among other things, anyway. His awfully crowded mind, and that nagging lambent anger he feels any time he walks in prospit during the night and thinks to himself just how easy it would be to raze, to rule, to turn into a proper reflection of the fierce joy and liveliness that's brought on by absolute mirthterror.
Knowing someone pities you for it; that someone kind of gets it even a little bit of it... Even if it might not be for long, because you've got cold, salty blood you hate flowing through your veins, and he's warm and lowblooded and probably sweet, you think, like the other stuff you like that gets the taste and stink of the sea out of your mouth...
It feels so worth it, somehow. Floating underwater.
He paps Tavros's head, lifting it up to look at him.]
[It feels kind of silly-weird, but kind of right to lean down and pucker his mouth out over those peanut-butter tears. He's dimly and devastatingly surprised the tears taste like salt more than peanut butter. But...sort of like sea, too, in a way, which seems somehow also right, that a troll like Tavros who's never lived by the sea would have something tying him to it. Like things really are supposed to work out and they're destined to pity eachother.
He keeps shooshing as well as he can, running his fingers through the stiff hair of Tavros's mohawk, and puckering his mouth out awkwardly against the other troll's temple, which makes him feel better, if nothing else. It sure feels right to him to do that sort of thing, even if it won't resurrect anything. Somehow it still seems like it would make things better. Almost-magic. Almost a miracle.
Tavros pitying him at all is a motherfucking miracle after all.]
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Fsss. I am so tired right now, too. (AND YET I AM STILL MAKING THIS HAPPEN.)
Date: 2011-11-17 06:32 am (UTC)Sometimes when he's really zoned out on the slime, lying on his back staring at the ceiling he wonders if that's how it's supposed to work anyway. If everything you go through is supposed to be worth it if someone just pities you well enough for it. Tavros' legs, and his...mind.
His mind among other things, anyway. His awfully crowded mind, and that nagging lambent anger he feels any time he walks in prospit during the night and thinks to himself just how easy it would be to raze, to rule, to turn into a proper reflection of the fierce joy and liveliness that's brought on by absolute mirthterror.
Knowing someone pities you for it; that someone kind of gets it even a little bit of it... Even if it might not be for long, because you've got cold, salty blood you hate flowing through your veins, and he's warm and lowblooded and probably sweet, you think, like the other stuff you like that gets the taste and stink of the sea out of your mouth...
It feels so worth it, somehow. Floating underwater.
He paps Tavros's head, lifting it up to look at him.]
[It feels kind of silly-weird, but kind of right to lean down and pucker his mouth out over those peanut-butter tears. He's dimly and devastatingly surprised the tears taste like salt more than peanut butter. But...sort of like sea, too, in a way, which seems somehow also right, that a troll like Tavros who's never lived by the sea would have something tying him to it. Like things really are supposed to work out and they're destined to pity eachother.
He keeps shooshing as well as he can, running his fingers through the stiff hair of Tavros's mohawk, and puckering his mouth out awkwardly against the other troll's temple, which makes him feel better, if nothing else. It sure feels right to him to do that sort of thing, even if it won't resurrect anything. Somehow it still seems like it would make things better. Almost-magic. Almost a miracle.
Tavros pitying him at all is a motherfucking miracle after all.]