Post by carcinoGeneticist on Feb 25, 2011 21:19:30 GMT -5
Terezi could feel the heavy shelves wobble and tilt precariously. Before she could even think of escaping out from underneath, she heard the sound of sudden footsteps and the slap of wood against flesh. She looked up, surprised. A young man in a dark brown leather jacket smiled at her, one arm stretched mere inches above her head as it held back the skewed bookcase.
“Pardon me,” Karkat murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Terezi scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura—very appropriate for a guardian angel, Terezi thought as she pushed away some messy strands of black hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am—careful, I mean—but I was so happy to find this book…” Terezi hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing hazel gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Terezi . “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Terezi couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
The story of a Rainbow Drinker and his obsession...
Karkat had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
He whipped his head around and saw Gamzee climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Gamzee spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Terezi is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Karkat." Gamzee bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Karkat shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Karkat stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Gamzee chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Karkat shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her hazel eyes or see the sun dance on her black hair.
“What are you afraid of, Karkat? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Gamzee narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Karkat had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet.
But, will he be able to over come his hunger, in both romance and hunger?
“Did you enjoy the party?” Terezi tilted her head and reached up a hand to remove her earrings as she watched Karkat in the mirror. That’s another myth gone. His reflection’s as visible as mine.
“Let me,” Karkat whispered, circling her ear with one night-cool finger. “Ah, the party. It was interesting. Your friend Kanaya has a great deal of energy.”
“That’s one way to put it! No fear, no speedometer, no brakes. That’s what she’d say.” Terezi smiled fondly. “She’s a good friend.”
“Yes.” He looked deep into the mirror, seeing something she could not find; he forgot to pretend to breathe, lost in thought. Terezi waited, curious and concerned, idly admiring the line of his jaw, the sparkle of his hazel eyes.
A slow nod signaled his return to the moment. “Kanaya has suspicions about me. About what I am.”
Terezi froze. “Are you sure?”
“She seems to have held her ideas for quite some time, on little evidence. Is she one of those who romanticizes my kind? There are many who seem strangely fascinated with my fictional brethren.”
“Well, Kanaya likes vampire flicks, but she’s no Goth.What exactly did she say?”
Karkat repeated the conversation verbatim. “As I said, she has little evidence, but still she persists in her conviction, and I cannot argue. She is, after all, correct about what I do.”
Terezi stared at him. “Karkat?” Her voice was high and soft. “Would you show me? I mean…what you do? How you feed?”
“I would rather not.” Her face fell, and he had to look away. “If you feel it necessary, I shall. When you are certain. Not until then.” Gentle as the brush of a shadow, he stroked her cheek, kissed her, and vanished into the night, leaving her alone.
Terezi lay awake long into the night, falling finally into a restless, dream-haunted sleep about Karkat where each ray of sunshine coming through the windows was first his touch, then a brand of fire, alternately pleasure and pain. She woke, sweating and chilled, wondering why she didn’t just turn and run away....
Find out in the new movie...
Trolllight.
“Pardon me,” Karkat murmured with a slight smile, and with a movement as smooth as a dancer’s, he turned and tipped the heavy bookshelves back into their proper position.
Her heart hammering, Terezi scrambled to stand up. She was so shaken she nearly tottered back off her feet, but the stranger reached out to steady her, his touch lasting only seconds. But it was enough.
“Are you all right?”
Like his clothing, his voice was soft and rich. The light fell gently on him almost like an aura—very appropriate for a guardian angel, Terezi thought as she pushed away some messy strands of black hair from her face. “Thank you,” she said after a few speechless moments, one hand patting her heart to calm herself. “Those shelves could’ve killed me.”
“You should be more careful,” he chastised lightly. “This is an old building that’s falling apart. I advise greater caution.”
“I know. I usually am—careful, I mean—but I was so happy to find this book…” Terezi hugged the red leather to herself, flushing under his piercing hazel gaze. Why am I babbling like this? “I didn’t even know you were there. Lucky for me you were, huh? You always keep an eye out for klutzy bookworms?”
“Only when there is need, I assure you.” He smiled, teeth reflecting brightly and his broad shoulders casting a shadow over Terezi . “But you do yourself an injustice. There is nothing wrong with loving books, and you are certainly no klutz.”
The word sounded wrong coming from his lips. He had a strange way of speaking, as if English weren’t his first language, although Terezi couldn’t identify any accent. She grinned at his gallantry but had to blurt, “That’s ‘cause you don’t know me.”
He just smiled again and she was lost in his stare. And for a second she had an odd certainty that he’d argue, But I do know you...
The story of a Rainbow Drinker and his obsession...
Karkat had been staring out into the stars for a while when a familiar low voice interrupted his thoughts. “Friend, you’ve got to get over this girl.”
He whipped his head around and saw Gamzee climbing up with practiced ease onto the roof to join him. The other vampire continued, “What’s gotten into you? I’ve never seen you so taken with anyone. Especially a mortal!” Gamzee spat out the word with disgust. “They are ours for feeding. You treat this one as if she were your pet.”
“No. Terezi is not a pet. I think I am in love with her.”
“Oh, I see. Forgive me if I have a hard time understanding that one, Karkat." Gamzee bared his teeth in a wicked smile. “I must say, your strength in her presence is admirable. I’m certain that I could not contain my desire to taste of her sweetness.”
Karkat shot his friend a glare that could have punctured like a dagger. “You shall not touch her!”
“Calm down. I wouldn’t dare face your wrath. But don’t you see the pointlessness of all this?”
“I’ll tell her, truly I shall. Soon.” Karkat stared up at the unforgiving night sky. “She is a modern woman. Perhaps she might understand?”
Gamzee chuckled softly. “Perhaps.”
Karkat shook his head, wincing. He did not want to tell her. He wanted to hang on to the fantasy for just a few days more, pretend to be a mortal man. Even if he could never experience the daylight as reflected in her hazel eyes or see the sun dance on her black hair.
“What are you afraid of, Karkat? That she won’t understand, that she’ll turn and run?” Gamzee narrowed his eyes. “Or is it that you think she might accept you for what you are? Afraid of a happy ending? The great and powerful vampire, trembling over a mortal teenage girl. Amazing! Count Dracula is rolling in his grave!”
Karkat had to laugh. It was ridiculous. But still he ached. He could not tell her. Not yet.
But, will he be able to over come his hunger, in both romance and hunger?
“Did you enjoy the party?” Terezi tilted her head and reached up a hand to remove her earrings as she watched Karkat in the mirror. That’s another myth gone. His reflection’s as visible as mine.
“Let me,” Karkat whispered, circling her ear with one night-cool finger. “Ah, the party. It was interesting. Your friend Kanaya has a great deal of energy.”
“That’s one way to put it! No fear, no speedometer, no brakes. That’s what she’d say.” Terezi smiled fondly. “She’s a good friend.”
“Yes.” He looked deep into the mirror, seeing something she could not find; he forgot to pretend to breathe, lost in thought. Terezi waited, curious and concerned, idly admiring the line of his jaw, the sparkle of his hazel eyes.
A slow nod signaled his return to the moment. “Kanaya has suspicions about me. About what I am.”
Terezi froze. “Are you sure?”
“She seems to have held her ideas for quite some time, on little evidence. Is she one of those who romanticizes my kind? There are many who seem strangely fascinated with my fictional brethren.”
“Well, Kanaya likes vampire flicks, but she’s no Goth.What exactly did she say?”
Karkat repeated the conversation verbatim. “As I said, she has little evidence, but still she persists in her conviction, and I cannot argue. She is, after all, correct about what I do.”
Terezi stared at him. “Karkat?” Her voice was high and soft. “Would you show me? I mean…what you do? How you feed?”
“I would rather not.” Her face fell, and he had to look away. “If you feel it necessary, I shall. When you are certain. Not until then.” Gentle as the brush of a shadow, he stroked her cheek, kissed her, and vanished into the night, leaving her alone.
Terezi lay awake long into the night, falling finally into a restless, dream-haunted sleep about Karkat where each ray of sunshine coming through the windows was first his touch, then a brand of fire, alternately pleasure and pain. She woke, sweating and chilled, wondering why she didn’t just turn and run away....
Find out in the new movie...
Trolllight.