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sirenspull_logs2012-04-20 04:13 pm
crowsicle) wrote in sirenspull_logs2012-04-20 04:13 pm
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Now that the truth is just a rule that you can bend
Who: Davesprite and Terezi Pyrope, and open to whoever else is in the Stryrope Apartment
When: Friday, April 20th
Where: The Stryrope apartment
Summary: Thanks to the Seven Deadly Sins plot, Davesprite's got some Envy going on. Specifically NV Envy.
Warnings: Definitely language, likely violence given the people involved. Also gross outbursts of EMOTION.
[He's been thinking that he's cool with TZ. She's a Tabasco-slurping weirdo with too many teeth, but she's okay for all that, and she's obviously been looking out for Dave (which was more than Davesprite ever did for him). At least, she has since the first time he talked to her. After she murdered John, and by extension got Jade killed, too. But he made sure all of that turned out fine and they're all fine now, so why crash the welcome party if he's the only one the trainwreck happened to?
But John's gone, and for the past few days, Davesprite's been glancing sidelong at everyone else's shiny, new-car lives and itching to key them up. He's got Bro and that's the most badass motherfucking miracle anyone could ask for on breaking Canadian airspace, but everything else--he spent months in that sweltering heat burning time until he could finally go back, finally fix the timeline and fix the deaths and fix that douchebag who killed his friends.
He doesn't want to kill her now. But.
There's something about the sound of laughter that frays on him now. This is what he came back for and of course no one else remembers, that's the deal when you make something that happened un-happen. But fuck if it doesn't grate. Fuck if he doesn't wish he could un-remember.
It's been a hard, slow burn till now, and he's been working out the strain by testing his speed some. Grab something here, see if they notice. Stow it away until they do. Little things, shiny baubles, things no one would have if he weren't around. Things they don't really deserve.
So it was an impossible temptation, swiping Terezi's NV. John had given those to him. Not to the troll who'd fed his ass to a boss monster.
Davesprite's hovering in the center of Dave's room, alternately flipping the shades around his fingers and examining the differences to his own, waiting for her to notice they're gone.]
When: Friday, April 20th
Where: The Stryrope apartment
Summary: Thanks to the Seven Deadly Sins plot, Davesprite's got some Envy going on. Specifically NV Envy.
Warnings: Definitely language, likely violence given the people involved. Also gross outbursts of EMOTION.
[He's been thinking that he's cool with TZ. She's a Tabasco-slurping weirdo with too many teeth, but she's okay for all that, and she's obviously been looking out for Dave (which was more than Davesprite ever did for him). At least, she has since the first time he talked to her. After she murdered John, and by extension got Jade killed, too. But he made sure all of that turned out fine and they're all fine now, so why crash the welcome party if he's the only one the trainwreck happened to?
But John's gone, and for the past few days, Davesprite's been glancing sidelong at everyone else's shiny, new-car lives and itching to key them up. He's got Bro and that's the most badass motherfucking miracle anyone could ask for on breaking Canadian airspace, but everything else--he spent months in that sweltering heat burning time until he could finally go back, finally fix the timeline and fix the deaths and fix that douchebag who killed his friends.
He doesn't want to kill her now. But.
There's something about the sound of laughter that frays on him now. This is what he came back for and of course no one else remembers, that's the deal when you make something that happened un-happen. But fuck if it doesn't grate. Fuck if he doesn't wish he could un-remember.
It's been a hard, slow burn till now, and he's been working out the strain by testing his speed some. Grab something here, see if they notice. Stow it away until they do. Little things, shiny baubles, things no one would have if he weren't around. Things they don't really deserve.
So it was an impossible temptation, swiping Terezi's NV. John had given those to him. Not to the troll who'd fed his ass to a boss monster.
Davesprite's hovering in the center of Dave's room, alternately flipping the shades around his fingers and examining the differences to his own, waiting for her to notice they're gone.]