Skip over the sex scene; confusing tangle of limbs and pronouns.
Congrats, you did it, you drew the whole triangle!
It's all denouement from here.
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Kanaya takes the bucket from Terezi and, not knowing any better, Dave follows her. (Terezi and Karkat give him bemused looks - their part in this process is completed after all - but they follow *him*.)
She dumps the contents of the bucket into a frothy sea of thick, slimy brown - kinda like the colour you get squirting all your paints together, and also you started out with a lot of brown. (Usually, if it comes up in rare movies, the mix will be jade green because jade green is in the middle, so wouldn't it make sense to average out? Not even a little, but the blue blood's take less offense that way)
The added volume does not raise the collection a millimeter. So then what happens?
Karkat explains troll-reproduction to Dave, in detail. (Dave has regrets.) And one day, serendipity permitting, decades or centuries from now, another Pyrope will crawl out of the caves, and spark the development another dragon lusus. Or even the same one. (Which… should they go visit? no, she's sleeping too deeply, Terezi can barely touch her in her dreams.)
What. You mean the kid isn't coming out for decades or *centuries*?
Yes that is what Karkat said which part of it was unclear?
...This is just like that episode of Futurama, Dave announces.
“Yes,” says Terezi and Karkat says "What's Futurama?" so at least they've got a plan what to do on going back to Earth but...
Dave had actually resigned himself to having a vicious little pointy-toothed alien blob monster running around his apartment eating his vinyl and keeping the mice away. He'd resigned himself so hard he came out the other end and started looking forward to it. If only because it would be nice to see one of those kids find safety without being broken first.
Terezi and Karkat react like Dave had admitted he gets sexually aroused by carpal tunnel syndrome, but Kanaya watches him consideringly. "You feel urged to raise a troll to adulthood?" Well, Dave knows it wouldn't have been his, but if they'd needed help.... he's gotten fond of them. Anyway adoption is a thing for humans?
And then Kanaya brings them to a suite that is probably her home. The stone walls (and floor) are strewn with various, semi- matched sheets of fabric. Terezi cackles approvingly.
She goes to - is that a treasure chest? what? - in the corner and, after digging through it, emerges with an, uh. Pointy toothed alien blob monster. It has a piece of yellow fabric stuck in it's teeth, and after a moment of sleepy mastication it appears to realize it is hovering a metre and a half in the air. It screeches, windmilling six pointy limbs in the air and trying to twist back on itself to bite Kanaya's hands.
Terezi and Karkat run back out of the room in something not unlike terror - good to know the kid-adult phobia goes both ways? Although Dave can understand the impulse though because, What the hell?
“WHAT THE HELL, KANAYA?” Oh, it's Karkat again. He's back in the room, although his eyes are still wide and he's shaking halfway into panic. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?”
Dave looses a giddy giggle. Thought she explained it was a troll wiggler dude what part of that was unclear?
“No, but it's, it's…”
Something that can only be communicated via uncontrolled hand gesturing? Better watch out those digits keep fluttering you're going to achieve liftoff hit the ceiling bang your horns back down into your skull and sorry bro but you don't have the inches to spare.
Terezi comes to *his* rescue this time, inching in around the doorframe. “It's bright candy apple red!”
Karkat, still tongue twisted speechless, points at Terezi with the force of his whole arm.
Kanaya sighs. “Karkat,” she says, “your mutation is not as unique as you seem believe. It’s only unusual that you had the opportunity to mature until adulthood. We’re supposed to destroy off-spectrum eggsacks when we find them.”
Yeah? So what is she going to do with that one?
“I haven't decided yet,” Kanaya tells him, prim and careful and not meeting his gaze. “There are no more red-blood lususes-” quick glance at Dave “-but there's precedent…”
“Fuck no!” She’s doing something important, that *matters*. “It's not worth it.”
“I know,” Kanaya says. Then she takes off her cloak and swaddles it around the furious wiggler in efficient folds. It goes quiet, not seeming to mind being cocooned in the dark. She hands the tidy package to Dave, who never actually *agreed* to take it but come on, who is he kidding.
Getting back isn't such an ordeal, now that Terezi knows the trick, and Alternia to Earth is downhill. Move forward in every dimension: the inner, personal ones especially. Time is still smooshed Earth-side They were hardly gone at all. (The squirming bundle in Dave's arms chitters to itself; Dave will have to invest in an aquarium and a *really big* hamster wheel... He'll have to investigate the diaper selection for giant 6 legged hell babies and. Shit. What if it doesn't eat pizza and orange soda?)
Dave's staring at the bundle in growing, utterly belated horror. He realizes Terezi's grinning at his distress. Karkat groans. “I can't believe we're going to be living with a *grub*, like a pair of shameless lusus-fuckers. Get that thing away from me!”
Dave doesn't know what he's doing.
Well that much is obvious but Karkat will shove Terezi’s canesword up through his wastechute before he will help.
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(What a terrible liar.)
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Skip over Terezi's visions on return: Dave lying on his side in a nest of childsafe toys. Some are cute and fluffy things, although his adopted daughter doesn’t have much interest. A good two thirds of the toys are in segments; the teething stage has been hell, but right now she’s curled in the space between his arm and chest and snoring tiny hiccupping breaths into his shirt. Dave half-dozes over the soothing strains of Terezi and Karkat arguing in the kitchen.
Skip over the point that all the pieces are in place for a troll-civilization to take root outside of the Empire, finally. A static-eyed gatekeeper for the path back, a jade-blood troll who's been keeping a matriorb locked away with her other secrets.
The politics are too complicated for the exercise, and it requires one to imagine the possibility of being born into (relative) freedom without having to *suffer* for it. And from there, the waiting further branches leading an interspecies allegiance to the stars, or to a midnight Earth sky where dragons fly, are born, are real.
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Date: 2013-11-11 07:13 am (UTC)Skip over the sex scene; confusing tangle of limbs and pronouns.
Congrats, you did it, you drew the whole triangle!
It's all denouement from here.
--------------------
Kanaya takes the bucket from Terezi and, not knowing any better, Dave follows her. (Terezi and Karkat give him bemused looks - their part in this process is completed after all - but they follow *him*.)
She dumps the contents of the bucket into a frothy sea of thick, slimy brown - kinda like the colour you get squirting all your paints together, and also you started out with a lot of brown. (Usually, if it comes up in rare movies, the mix will be jade green because jade green is in the middle, so wouldn't it make sense to average out? Not even a little, but the blue blood's take less offense that way)
The added volume does not raise the collection a millimeter. So then what happens?
Karkat explains troll-reproduction to Dave, in detail. (Dave has regrets.) And one day, serendipity permitting, decades or centuries from now, another Pyrope will crawl out of the caves, and spark the development another dragon lusus. Or even the same one. (Which… should they go visit? no, she's sleeping too deeply, Terezi can barely touch her in her dreams.)
What. You mean the kid isn't coming out for decades or *centuries*?
Yes that is what Karkat said which part of it was unclear?
...This is just like that episode of Futurama, Dave announces.
“Yes,” says Terezi and Karkat says "What's Futurama?" so at least they've got a plan what to do on going back to Earth but...
Dave had actually resigned himself to having a vicious little pointy-toothed alien blob monster running around his apartment eating his vinyl and keeping the mice away. He'd resigned himself so hard he came out the other end and started looking forward to it. If only because it would be nice to see one of those kids find safety without being broken first.
Terezi and Karkat react like Dave had admitted he gets sexually aroused by carpal tunnel syndrome, but Kanaya watches him consideringly. "You feel urged to raise a troll to adulthood?" Well, Dave knows it wouldn't have been his, but if they'd needed help.... he's gotten fond of them. Anyway adoption is a thing for humans?
And then Kanaya brings them to a suite that is probably her home. The stone walls (and floor) are strewn with various, semi- matched sheets of fabric. Terezi cackles approvingly.
She goes to - is that a treasure chest? what? - in the corner and, after digging through it, emerges with an, uh. Pointy toothed alien blob monster. It has a piece of yellow fabric stuck in it's teeth, and after a moment of sleepy mastication it appears to realize it is hovering a metre and a half in the air. It screeches, windmilling six pointy limbs in the air and trying to twist back on itself to bite Kanaya's hands.
Terezi and Karkat run back out of the room in something not unlike terror - good to know the kid-adult phobia goes both ways? Although Dave can understand the impulse though because, What the hell?
“WHAT THE HELL, KANAYA?” Oh, it's Karkat again. He's back in the room, although his eyes are still wide and he's shaking halfway into panic. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?”
Dave looses a giddy giggle. Thought she explained it was a troll wiggler dude what part of that was unclear?
“No, but it's, it's…”
Something that can only be communicated via uncontrolled hand gesturing? Better watch out those digits keep fluttering you're going to achieve liftoff hit the ceiling bang your horns back down into your skull and sorry bro but you don't have the inches to spare.
Terezi comes to *his* rescue this time, inching in around the doorframe. “It's bright candy apple red!”
Karkat, still tongue twisted speechless, points at Terezi with the force of his whole arm.
Kanaya sighs. “Karkat,” she says, “your mutation is not as unique as you seem believe. It’s only unusual that you had the opportunity to mature until adulthood. We’re supposed to destroy off-spectrum eggsacks when we find them.”
Yeah? So what is she going to do with that one?
“I haven't decided yet,” Kanaya tells him, prim and careful and not meeting his gaze. “There are no more red-blood lususes-” quick glance at Dave “-but there's precedent…”
“Fuck no!” She’s doing something important, that *matters*. “It's not worth it.”
“I know,” Kanaya says. Then she takes off her cloak and swaddles it around the furious wiggler in efficient folds. It goes quiet, not seeming to mind being cocooned in the dark. She hands the tidy package to Dave, who never actually *agreed* to take it but come on, who is he kidding.
Getting back isn't such an ordeal, now that Terezi knows the trick, and Alternia to Earth is downhill. Move forward in every dimension: the inner, personal ones especially. Time is still smooshed Earth-side They were hardly gone at all. (The squirming bundle in Dave's arms chitters to itself; Dave will have to invest in an aquarium and a *really big* hamster wheel... He'll have to investigate the diaper selection for giant 6 legged hell babies and. Shit. What if it doesn't eat pizza and orange soda?)
Dave's staring at the bundle in growing, utterly belated horror. He realizes Terezi's grinning at his distress. Karkat groans. “I can't believe we're going to be living with a *grub*, like a pair of shameless lusus-fuckers. Get that thing away from me!”
Dave doesn't know what he's doing.
Well that much is obvious but Karkat will shove Terezi’s canesword up through his wastechute before he will help.
--------------------
(What a terrible liar.)
--------------------
Skip over Terezi's visions on return: Dave lying on his side in a nest of childsafe toys. Some are cute and fluffy things, although his adopted daughter doesn’t have much interest. A good two thirds of the toys are in segments; the teething stage has been hell, but right now she’s curled in the space between his arm and chest and snoring tiny hiccupping breaths into his shirt. Dave half-dozes over the soothing strains of Terezi and Karkat arguing in the kitchen.
Skip over the point that all the pieces are in place for a troll-civilization to take root outside of the Empire, finally. A static-eyed gatekeeper for the path back, a jade-blood troll who's been keeping a matriorb locked away with her other secrets.
The politics are too complicated for the exercise, and it requires one to imagine the possibility of being born into (relative) freedom without having to *suffer* for it. And from there, the waiting further branches leading an interspecies allegiance to the stars, or to a midnight Earth sky where dragons fly, are born, are real.