Posts tagged: musings
The ground tossed underneath his feet, changing from sand to ice to foliage to strangely substantial cloud, and Dave had to cling to the monolith – the only unchanging landmark – just to cling to his sanity. In the distance, the radio tower stretched into a gothic purple spire that he knew as intimately as his own nightmares.
I feel a sudden and inexplicable need for Matthew Swift in square-frame glasses.
John Egbert was…a little confused. Okay, fine, he was very confused, but he was dealing with some really weird stuff!
He supposed the confusion first started when Dave, his best bro in an entirely not wanting to stick their tongues down each other’s throats kind of way, had…well. That had happened. Dave had found John in his old room back on his planet one day and he’d looked so serious, and a little scared, so naturally John thought someone had died or something, but then Dave had just told him he liked him. And John was completely justified in being confused about that, because of course Dave liked him; they wouldn’t be friends if he didn’t! After John had stopped trying to talk past the obstacle of Dave’s mouth on his and realized that holy shit, Dave’s mouth was on his! and after another few seconds of stupid shock, John had…still not pulled away.
Dave listened to the sound of helicopter blades fading quickly, and silently wished his friend a safe return. Since that pteranodon had escaped from the space-time vortex that opened during one of last year’s PTA meetings and found a way to hermaphrodidically reproduce, the infestation had become pretty serious and the fact that they were attracted to shiny helicopters was no laughing matter and since when had Dave Strider become such a caring, worrying…sap? He’d have to lock that down soon, or his friends might not even recognize him.
DAVE: Since when do we have a helipad on the roof?
Cecil thought for a moment, steepling his fingers on his crossed knee and leaning back in his chair.
CECIL: I believe we had one last Tuesday for a few hours.
Dave didn’t know whether to smile or scowl at that. Not that he’d seriously been considering doing either, but sometimes he liked to entertain the idea of what facial expressions he would have made in reaction to things as an exercise.
Dave and Karkat returned to the studio with a new sense of purpose, each allowing himself to hope, just a little, for the first time in a long time.
Karkat wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He had been coping for six months, and he had been doing it well. Now there was a chance he and Dave could resurrect the dead – that he could see Sollux and Terezi and Kanaya and god damn it he might even be happy to see Vriska again – and that chance, that hope, made their present absence all the more painful. This had to work.
Dave thought the whole thing seemed too easy. After all that he’d done, and all that he’d put himself through for what he’d done, to be able to just restart, like it never even happened… It was the best thing he could have hoped for, and the most terrifying. As he thought that, he realized he could say the same about seeing John again too.
My Myers-Briggs type is WTNV.
Dave and Karkat walked down the hall to Station Management’s office in tense silence, keeping nearly the hall’s width between them. Karkat couldn’t see what could possibly be so bad about Station Management – Kevin seemed to have a pretty good relationship with them back at DBCR – but he’d be damned if he was about to break the silence to ask. For all he knew, this was another one of Dave’s stupid ironic games, and he was not going to give Dave the satisfaction of winning.
If Dave wasn’t the smooth motherfucker that he was, he’d be trembling so hard he’d drill a hole in the floor. Even Cecil was terrified of Station Management, and this was the guy who would walk into a room full of chimeric velociraptor-sharks and comment on how well-polished their teeth were. It was only as they neared the door at the end of the very long hallway (Dave was certain it had not been this long before, because he was certain that the building itself was not this long), that he became aware of Karkat’s presence again. He glanced over at his friend without turning his head or slowing his pace.
DAVE: I’m really glad to see you.