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[Stepping, nearly stumbling backward—hey, it's hard when you've got robotic legs, okay?—Tavros draws his lance, albeit a bit more clumsily because he's so nervous, so scared shitless. But he's trying hard not to let any of that show on his face because shit's uncool, and that's a fact. He's trying to keep a steady hand on his lance, but that's hard too, because these are both his best bros, even if Gamzee seems to have completely flipped his shit. He watches, eyes darting between Dave and the fallen Gamzee, and he licks his lips nervously.]

wH-,
gAM, bRO, wHAT'S THE MATTER,

[Dave shifts slightly, almost imperceptibly, as a long-forgotten memory arises. Fucking time shit.]

[He curls up more, hissing in pain as his head pounds too much for him to hold back anymore. He's very nearly in fetal position now, so tired and beaten down.]

[But he tries to make his feet again, ending up sitting and resting his head on his knees. He's shivering like he's freezing cold.]

[There's a clatter, thunderous in Tavros's ears, as his lance falls to the floor, and as Gamzee is talking (raving, he's raving), he comes ever closer, creeping, cautious, until with a thud he falls to his metal knees next to the highblood, scooting until he's right up next to him. And he's not so good with the words, never has been, so he just carefully folds his arms around Gamzee's huddled frame, trying to forget about the blood everywhere, his blood, everyone's.]

hEY,
iT'S ALRIGHT, bRO,
i'M HERE, yOUR BESTEST BRO IS HERE,
hAHA,
yOU'LL BE ALRIGHT,
uH,
i PROMISE, i THINK,

[Dave tenses a little as Tav approaches Gamzee, his hand tightening around the hilt of his sword, and when Tav hugs him, there's a odd flush of something that burns through Dave - obviously not jealousy, that would be way too lame - although his face remains impassive.]

[Sorry Dave, but he's getting his ignoring on. Gamzee turns with sudden blinding speed--

...and just clings to Tavros like his life depends on it. His fingers dig in to Tavros's shoulder and back and their horns clack together--he winces at that because just about everything hurts right now. He ends up with his cheek pressed against Tavros's jaw because their horns are in the way of him burying his face in the other boy's shoulder. He's shaking, and taking in rasping, uneven breaths, while indigo tears sneak past his lashes and drip down.]

[Tavros jumps a little at how quickly Gamzee moves, he wasn't expecting—maybe it was a mistake, but no, it appears that for once in his life Tav has done something right. And there's nothing he can really do but let Gamzee cling to him for dear life. The jarring sensation of horn hitting horn makes him wince, but he's not unused to it, not with horns like his. And while Tavros may be making leaps and bounds in the social interaction department, this is all rather unexpected; he hasn't had the proper notice required to summon up large amounts of self-esteem. So he pats Gamzee's back quietly, rubbing in small, soothing circles, and then after awhile it occurs to him that Dave, Dave's still standing there, so he looks up at the Knight of Time through a wild tangle of black hair and gives him a sheepish look like Don't hate me, please?]

[Dave flashsteps again when Gamzee moves, his arm drawn back - but he stops, lowers it again...and then dismisses his weapon entirely. Something tells him he's not going to need it - not right at this moment, at least.

This feels like something awkward and private, and Dave's just considering absconding and leaving them to it when Tav looks up, and suddenly he's a part of it, even if he never wanted to be. So he gives a smooth, one-shouldered shrug. Couldn't care less, it says, as he carefully ignores the odd twisting feeling that seems to be happening in his gut.]

[It's a long time before he moves and the shaking doesn't stop, but the tears do and his breathing slowly evens out. He pulls back slowly, breaking as little contact as possible. His cheek brushes against Tavros's and he presses their foreheads together. When he speaks his voice trips up and down the scale in a little spoken melody, so soft and pitch perfect. It's almost a song.]

[As he speaks the hand on Tavros's shoulder trails up to very gently cup his jaw. He might as well have shouted "I'm so flushed for you"]

[He catches that shrug, and that's a relief, because, well. He's flushed red as a baboon's ass for Dave, and that's a fact. And for a second, this is fine, it's okay, and when Gamzee speaks, Tav could cry in relief.

Except.

Except other things are happening now, and Tavros really doesn't know what to do with that.

And, oh God. Dave is there. Dave is right fucking there, and Gamzee could basically have not picked a worse time to do this. Tav's eyes go wide as saucers, and he goes stiff as a board (and not in a good way), gaze wheeling wildly from Dave to Gamzee to Gamzee's hand on his face.]

uH,
uH,
bRO, gAMZEE,
wH-,
wHAT ARE YOU, uM,

[Dave's eyes narrow behind his shades, and he steps a little closer. Screw that twisting feeling not being jealousy, because it fucking is - these trolls have four quadrants to choose from, and Dave's totally okay with the idea of sharing Tav with a couple other people (mostly), but Gamzee's trying to muscle in on the one quadrant Dave's pretty sure he's got a firm handle on, and that's just not cool.]

[He stops so suddenly when Dave butts in that it even the trembling is stilled for a second. Fuck no. No! Bastard stole every damn thing from him. A slow, rolling growl builds in his chest, starting too low for a human to hear and slowly rising like a wave. It grows until Gamzee is nearly vibrating with it and then it cuts off just like that. When he speaks again his voice is sharp, stacatto and atonal. He sounds very, very hurt and young.]

[Oh, dear sweet Jegus this could not be any more awkward. Nope. This new information has Tav flushing like a grub, cheeks turning ruddy brown, and it's not in a flushed kind of way, no, not at all. It's more like he wants to die, disappear, straight up sendificate himself somewhere else.]

nO, mAN,
i,
i MEAN, pERHAPS IN A WAY THAT'S, fLATTERING,
bUT UM,
yOU SEE, i'M, uH,

[He cuts off with an embarrassing, frightened squeak in the change in Gamzee's voice, and slowly unwinds his arms from around the other troll. God, no, they were good, everything was fine, this is just not good.]

nO!
i MEAN,
wELL,,
yES, hE'S MY,
tHAT IS TO SAY,
i'M HIS,
wELL, aNYWAY THE, uHH,
tHE POINT IS i'M STILL YOUR BEST BRO,
wHAT WITH THE, hAHA, tHE SICK FIRES AND ALL,

[That blade is in his hand again when Gamzee starts growling, but before Dave can make up his mind about whether or not to pull Tav away - everything changes. And if the situation was awkward before, it's even worse now, because Dave doesn't know what to do with this kind of thing, this kind of...emotion. He really needs to get a better handle on this cultural understanding thing.

Or maybe just stop hanging out with trolls who are insane.]

[For a split second his feelings for Tavros flicker blacker than pitch but he can't keep ahold of it and his pale quadrant is already full. Gamzee backs off, putting distance between him and Tavros. He presses his face hard against his knees and wraps his arms around his head, shaking it slowly back and forth. Nononononono. He can't fucking deal. His hands tighten in his hair and pull, then drag down his face when he lifts his head. He's managed to wipe off the makeup and dried blood on his pants, but also to reopen the claw marks on his face.

...and leave some new ones. He motherfucking hates Dave right now. Hates hates HATES HATES HATES. Wants to tear into him. Make him bleed. Make him scream. Taste his blood, his fear, his pain. God, he wants to beat him down, make him cry and beg. Beg. Beg for motherfucking more. Motherfuck. It hits him so strongly it drags a surprised sound from deep in his throat. He's waxed fully motherfucking BLACK for Dave Strider. He laughs, sharp and broken, and when the growl starts back up it's a very different tone, low and intimate just on the very edge of human hearing.]

[As he says it he starts moving, a very slow and deliberately stalking movement for Dave. His eyes are bright, and his skin is flushed indigo while blood beads and drips down his face.]

[Tavros sure as hell doesn't chase after the other troll, too afraid of having his head ripped off. Again. So he scrabbles backward, crablike, heavy metal footfalls thunderous against the cold tile floor, echoing in empty space. Tavros has never been brave, never been like Rufio, never really been like Pupa Pan, and he's scared. He doesn't want this. He doesn't want this to happen, he doesn't want to watch his best bro or his matesprit die, neither of them. He can't root for either of them in a fight. Shaking hands find his lance, grasp it weakly, because he's not sure if he could bring himself to use it if things were to go wrong.

And well, he guesses if Gamzee is going to have a kismesis, Dave is a pretty solid choice. After all, he's more than capable of protecting himself, even against an apparently murderous clown troll (Tavros hopes). So finally he drags himself to his feet, and he doesn't know it but he's shaking, watching them, the two of them. And he guesses if anyone's going to be the auspistice in this situation, it's got to be him, doesn't it?]

uHH,
lOOK, bRO,
jUST, uM,
mAYBE YOU COULD, uH, nOT KILL dAVE,
i MEAN, tHAT WAY,
hE WILL STILL BE AROUND FOR YOU TO, pERHAPS, hATE lATER ON,

[Tav winces. That probably isn't helping.]

[Dave watches him come, settling a little more solidly into his stance. He's got vague hopes that his Got Tier status will keep him from actually being killed if anything happens - this really doesn't strike him as a particularly heroic or just death - but he's not exactly eager to test his theory.

When Tav speaks, though, his gaze flickers over to the other troll, just for a moment.]

[Maybe there's a way to make this work. The whole hate relationships thing doesn't really make a whole lot of sense to him, but shit - this is all about cultural understanding right?

His gaze shifts back to Gamzee.]

[With each word he advances a single step. He's still shaking but his voice has gone lyrical again and it would sound starkly beautiful if not for the words he's saying. Dave has already won the first round, hands motherfucking down. Taking his faith, any hope of ever having a proper flushed quadrant--who'd want a broken, unstable, uncultured indigo blood? None of the living trolls, that's for sure--rubbing it all in like that. But there's always the next round, and like hell is he going down without a motherfucking fight. When he gets close enough he reaches out to touch, trying to push Dave's glasses off with an incredibly gentle touch. His face is anything but gentle though, and his voice quiets to an even more intimate sing-song. All part of the mind game. A mind game Gamzee knows he's terrifyingly good at.]

[Gamzee reaches down with his other hand and tries to bring Dave's free hand up to his face, to dab his fingers through the blood with a soft, exultant noise.]

[He hates himself a little for it, but he shrinks back; something tells him he shouldn't be too close to these two, but he can't just leave. This is partially his fault, after all. But part of him is...he hates to admit it, even to himself, but he's a little bit fascinated. He's never, ever seen Gamzee like this, and he's always shied away from blackrom, Dave is right, so he's never been well-versed as to how these things work. So as much as he doesn't want to see either of them hurt, he also wants to see how this plays out.

So he shrinks backward, and he watches with bated breath.]

[Instinctively, Dave tips his head back to avoid Gamzee's attempt to remove his shades - even Tav hasn't seen his eyes yet, and he's sure as hell not letting Gamzee claim that particular privilege. Out of the corner of his eye, he watches Gamzee, lets the troll take his hand and run his fingers through that indigo blood.

He really doesn't hate Gamzee - doesn't really know him well enough to - but he knows that this is just about the only course of action left. And, if he's being completely honest with himself...he's curious. He's curious about what happens here, about the changes he's sensing in Gamzee.

So he digs deep, finds something in him to be angry about, lets it fill him with something that might not be hate yet - but could be, maybe.]

[His gaze flickers away for a moment, towards the other troll.]

[His fingers tighten suddenly around Gamzee's jaw, digging into skin, smearing indigo blood around, tugging the troll close so Dave can breathe against his lips.]

[Gamzee's grin widens. So his eyes are a weakness, huh? He'll remember that for later. He shudders, blood running so very hot at Dave's hand digging in and pulling him close. The adrenaline has effectively wiped out the worst of the withdrawal. He hardly feels the pain and weakness, and his limbs are completely steady. He brings his head down to meet the other boy while his hand slides back. He considers bringing out the whip in his strife specibus but...that will also be better later.

If Dave had been a troll, he'd be grabbing for a horn and pulling hard, but lacking that, he fists his hand in Dave's hair.]

[He's never been so ready, wanted so much. Blackrom is in his motherfucking blood and he knows it. Indigos are violent motherfuckers--usually--and it suits them best. Honestly he's only interested in this because he can't have the redrom he really wants, and he needs someone who's fucking his and won't leave. He kisses Dave hard, purposely not being careful with his teeth. He wants blood.]

[He's experiencing a whole fucking hemospectrum of emotions now; fear and anger and worry and, okay, this is kind of sexy, he can't deny that, so he'll go ahead and add lust onto that big old hornpile clusterfuck of feelings. He feels a twinge of something very, very flushed at Dave's words, even if he maybe doesn't have his story straight, because, well, he sounds kind of sort of heroic, even if Tavros wouldn't ideally cast himself as the damsel in distress.

And then, Tav realizes that he's just standing here, probably intruding on something that's pretty damn personal, matespritship or no. So he clears his throat, quietly at first and then again, more loudly.]

uHHH,
dO YOU WANT ME TO, uM,
tHAT IS TO SAY, sHOULD i,
lEAVE,

[Dave's blade is gone again - though he doesn't think he'd be surprised if it makes an appearance again later - and he hisses into the kiss as Gamzee's sharp teeth slice into his rather delicate human lips. The iron taste of blood fills his mouth, and he's rather surprised at the hot feeling that bubbles up inside him. Maybe this troll hate thing isn't so hard after all.

Remembering Tav's reactions to having his horns handled rather gently, Dave reaches up and wraps a hand around one of Gamzee's long horns, tugging sharply to break the kiss and tilt Gamzee's head back.]

[He's no troll, and experiences with Tav have taught him that even as awesome as he is, he's no match for that crazy alien strength, so he has to make up for it with enthusiasm. He ducks his head, scrapes his teeth over Gamzee's neck - and then pauses.]

[His teeth are sadly blunt, but he does the best he can with them, biting down as hard as he can on Gamzee's neck, sucking hard enough to pull a dark indigo bruise to the surface.]

[If this were any other situation that grip and yank would cross the line past arousing and into real pain--but the fun thing about all the un-fondness up in him right now, is that the pain fucking turns him on even more. The guttural sound he makes is very pleased as he slowly licks Dave's blood from his lips. Delicious.]

[He yanks hard on Dave's hair, wishing for horns, and digs his claws into the human's scalp at the base of his scull. He doesn't resist the biting, encourages it by tipping his head more even, but with each burst of pleasure-pain he digs his claws in and down more, leaving a line of bleeding scratches trailing down the back of Dave's neck. Then he yanks Dave's head back fully and leans forward to leave his own bite. It's carefully placed to it'll be really hard to hide with most clothing--god-tier hood notwithstanding--and he does it so it'll leave a scar with a perfect impression of his teeth. In short, proclaiming "This is Gamzee's hands motherfucking off." Then he trails his mouth up to whisper in Dave's ear, too low for Tavros to hear.]

[He lifts his head and turns enough that he can look at Tavros while not losing sight of Dave. There's red blood smeared all over his lips and chin.]

[He's probably leaving the human high and dry, but that's part of the fun. Tavros will know exactly what he means. You don't grow up on Alternia without knowing exactly what indigo means...for any troll but Gamzee. He'll never be a normal highblood--too soft. Too red. Too kind and friendly--but he's much closer now than he was and his blood sings for violence right now.]

[His hands curl into fists at the sight of the two of them kissing, but whether from worry or self-restraint is unclear. It's definitely turning him on, watching Gamzee spill Dave's blood, something he's only sampled accidentally, even though he knows Dave can take it—they're right. He isn't caliginous enough for that kind of thing. He's never had to consider sharing Dave before, but he guesses if he were going to share with anyone, it would be his best bro.

Hollowly, Tavros nods. He wants to stay, he does; partially out of a desire to watch, and partially just to make sure that his matesprit doesn't accidentally die. Backing up to the wall, he slides down with a muffled thunk so he's sitting with his legs bent upward.]

i KNOW,
i'LL,
i'LL STAY,

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