Tentatively, delicately, and with a reverence usually only reserved for some of his (Bro's, though, really) most expensive equipment, Dave runs callused fingertips over Gamzee's wings. They come away covered in more of that fucking fairy dust, but that's okay. It's kind of worth it for that touch.
Dave's never held a butterfly - they were always a little too...normal to be included in his collection of weird dead things - but he imagines it might feel something like Gamzee's wings.
His mouth twists a little as he rubs his fingers together, feeling the dust. "Might be better that way, bro. Going God Tier's not exactly a great experience. I mean, me and Rose had to fucking blow ourselves up to get there, and I think John got stabbed."
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Date: 2012-06-07 08:51 pm (UTC)Tentatively, delicately, and with a reverence usually only reserved for some of his (Bro's, though, really) most expensive equipment, Dave runs callused fingertips over Gamzee's wings. They come away covered in more of that fucking fairy dust, but that's okay. It's kind of worth it for that touch.
Dave's never held a butterfly - they were always a little too...normal to be included in his collection of weird dead things - but he imagines it might feel something like Gamzee's wings.
His mouth twists a little as he rubs his fingers together, feeling the dust. "Might be better that way, bro. Going God Tier's not exactly a great experience. I mean, me and Rose had to fucking blow ourselves up to get there, and I think John got stabbed."