So that OTP thing.
Yeah catching up on that.
UUUUUUUUUUUUUUH IN FACT
So I’m a shitty writer and innuendos abound as well. I don’t deserve life.
Day One: Holding Hands
Her hands always feel odd when everything is calm. It’s as if she has a faint, fluxing warmth on her cold skin. It’s odd, but you like it. There isn’t much about her you don’t like.
You haven’t been together long, but you’ve been friends, close friends, for a long time, and for a good portion of the time she was the only thing keeping you sane. Her even, controlled tone, her generous, sweet care. You never had the hurt to really be angry with her, nor did it ever occur to you to pick her apart. You said a mean thing every now and then, but it’s how you talk, and frankly, Kanaya probably liked that you went so far to point some things out, such as her being the last sane person left to be teamed with at the end of the world when others were available.
As you wonder about this, she squeezes your hand and speaks to you, quietly. “Karkat” she says, “Do You Think We Could Attempt To Have A Moment Of Entertainment While The Others Are Settled And Not Making A Mockery Of The Silent Space”
“I DON’T REALLY SEE WHY NOT?” You squeeze her hand right back, the faintest hints of a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth, something rare. “WHAT DID YOU HAVE IN MIND.”
She smiles coyly, trying half-heartedly to cover her fangs. Kanaya then leans in and shares her idea with you.
Day Two: Cuddling somewhere
A sound passes through your lips, like a sigh mixing with a hiss, something unusual, denoting your mood. You are not sad, oh no, you are not distraught or tired or anything. For once in your life, you are… content.
You can’t sleep, though, no matter how hard you try. The girl clinging to your arm makes everything seem well, at the very least. Kanaya holds tightly onto your limb, curling herself up a little, sleeping well, only fitful every now and then. Every time you reach your arm over and touch her, caressing her cheek, fixing her hair or something like that, she smiles. It’s not the restrained smile she uses to hide her odd fangs either. It’s bright usually, sometimes small, but full of joy.
Something breaks in you when you place a kiss on the corner of her lips, when she mutters “Karkat” in her rest. Some wall collapses and you remember when he, your lusus, would sometimes sit by your ‘coon on a bad day as you tried and failed to not have daymare. He would make noises, talking to you in his own dumb way, trying to say “I’M HERE, IDIOT, DON’T BE AFRAID.”
Without another thought you turn on your side and put your arm around her, pulling yourself to her. She lets go of your arm, but wraps around you instead and nestles her head into the crook of your neck.
She doesn’t stir again until wakingtime.
Day Three: Gaming/watching a movie
“OH THAT IS COMPLETE HORSESHIT.”
“Calm Yourself Im Sure This Development Will Clear Itself of Hoofbeast Droppings Soon Enough”
The characters on the audio-visual projection set drone on about their tangled set of relationships and various shenanigans, in this case the lead has gotten a job at a news agency to be closer to his object of red affection only to find that she has transferred out to a more militant location. You shake your head, commenting on this travesty all the way while your jadeblooded matesprit leans against you, resting her head on your shoulder, carefully keeping her horns from nicking you.
Every now and then she lets out a short sigh about the unfolding events in the film, and when she does so you feel compelled to say something, but you usually don’t get the chance, because she shuts you up with a peck to the lips each and every time.
You never do get to see the end to most of these movies, as you’re usually busy attending to more important matters by the time the third act rolls around. Neither you or Kanaya can complain about this at all.
Day Four: On a date
You tug at the weird, stupid, goddamn suit you’re being forced to wear. Forced isn’t the best word to describe it, maybe, but you certainly don’t want to be wearing it. Seeing Kanaya in a new dress, red and jade colored, makes it pretty much worth the lack of comfort.
The table was set as you would expect: sparse, neutral white sheets, a candle, silverware, and a glass of roses “Courtesy of Rose” as the card says. You just know that human girl is off chuckling to herself while she waits for you two to get back.
“You Look Very Nice In That Karkat” She smiles warmly at you from across the table, her gloved hand holding your bare one. “Perhaps You Can Wear It More Often”
“OH COME THE FUCK ON, I LOOK HIDEOUS IN THIS MONKEY SUIT! NOT EVEN YOUR DESIGNS CAN SAVE ME, KANAYA.”
She ‘tsks” and leans in to kiss you quickly. “You Look Handsome As It Is That Suit Merely Enhances Your Already Honed Features”
You look away, fighting a losing battle against a blush just as the room door opens and a short haired, human girl who you have learned to call a friend waltzes in with two trays. With only a smirk she places them down in front of you and Kanaya and says something weird (which you later learn basically means “enjoy the meal”) before zipping back out. You manage to roll your eyes while the girl across from you chuckles lightly.
“I Think She Enjoys Barging In While You Are Flustered”
“I AM NEVER FLUSTERED, THAT IS A HORRIBLE RUMOR.”
“That Is Not What I am Seeing”
“HUSH UP AND EAT, DAMMIT.”
She just smiles at you before doing exactly what you said for her to do, and wordlessly sinks her teeth into your neck.
The steak was cold by the time that was done with.
