wethemessiahs said: where are you.
I am currently in my room. Sorry for the delay in response.
> You really didn’t care what happened from then on. You didn’t care if the holes left scars, if they somehow got infected and rotted pieces of your body away. You just didn’t really care about anything at this point.
> All you really cared about was being close to Darkleer. Being close to your moirail. You just keep your face pressed into his chest and cling tightly, not showing any signs of letting your grip waver even a little. You would give a soft tremble now and then, but otherwise remain completely still and silent. You didn’t give any hints that you would move any time soon, you’d probably be in the same exact position if he went to sleep and woke up hours later.
> He cared and if Gamzee did not care he would make sure he was fine. He was his moirail. Horuss could not let him hurt himself again. Even if that meant forcing him to allow him to take care of those wounds. Darkleer knew he had to be the one to be strong while all others were weak around him.
> Right now he stayed with him clinging to the man he loved so much. Horuss would not have let go even if Gamzee did. He needed to keep his hands on him so he knew he was not going any where. So he knew he was not doing anything to hurt himself again. Slowly Horuss passed out clinging tightly to Gamzee.
> Later he would wake and check his Moirail before passing out again. Doing this a few times during the day.
wethemessiahs said: that sounds nice. REAL NICE.
Well I am in bed, and I have figured out how to make the mattress self heat. All that is needed is you.
> With all the blood cleaned off, it became easier to see that you only had a couple of deep wounds in your belly, though they weren’t very long. Just a simple stab for each cut, no slashing and slicing. Not yet, anyway, who knows what you would have done had Darkleer not shown up. But he had tended to you and they weren’t bleeding any longer, simply two stitched holes in your scrawny torso, already starting to look somewhat swollen and tinged purple.
> You still don’t show much care for the wounds, though. You just focus on wrapping your arms around your moirail’s neck, kissing and nuzzling weakly and making sure you held on tight. As though he would disappear if you don’t hold on tight enough. You again press your smeared, tear-stained face against him when he lifts you up, tail just dangling limply in his grasp.
> You wiggle some when you’re both in bed, squirming up next to him and making sure every part of you was touching him in some way. Your tail drapes over his legs a couple of times as you pull in tight against him, just heaving a deep sigh and laying there silently. You were suddenly so very exhausted. Maybe rest will be nice.
:> Now that his wounds were clean they did not look as bad. He would check on them often though the day and clean them if need be again. Wishing his Moirail to heal perfectly. So that the mars would never show on his skin. For now he avoided touching them.
> Right now Gamzee’s mental well being was just as important and he clung to him. Soft weak purrs coming from the giant man. He was worried and it showed. Even as he calmed tears clung to the corners of his eyes. Causing his glasses to grow even dirtier as they lay there though he dare not clean them.
> All he wanted to do was touch every part of Gamzee to keep him safe. Even if it was from himself. A soft yawn comes from him and he struggles to stay awake wishing to keep an eye on the other male