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You are Gamzee Makara.
Your blood is ice cold. The kind of cold that makes it impossible for you to handle any sort of hear. The kind that makes you somewhat sluggish in the winter.
Your Moirail is Karkat Vantas, and his blood runs hot. Painfully so. It almost stung the first time he touched you with his hands, his entire hands, not just one or two fingers. All that skin, red hot to the point the hue was evident under his nails.
You can't even blame him for being so upset all the time considering he lives like that. With unbearable heat under his skin. Boiled alive from the inside out, like a crab- you snort a bit at the comparison.
He's hard to hold onto.
But he asks so nicely when he needs you.
And of course you oblige. C'mon, what kind of shitty pale partner wouldn't? Not you, that's for certain. Even when you're perfectly sobered up and the heat hits so hard you fear it'll leave burn marks, you don't deny.
He always, he always gives this little sigh of relief whenever he's laying down on you. It took you a long time to pin it as such, but that's definitely it. He's relieved to be with you. The way all of his muscles relax and he slips himself between you and the couch, one arm laid over you. He's happy all nuzzled up next to you.
"Thanks." Karkat sighs out the word against your collar bones.
You just tap your hand on his hip where it rests. "No prob, any time you want I'm down."
"You're all... cold."
"Sorry 'bout that."
"It's good, makes everything hurt less."
Hm.
He hasn't said that before.
"Ay, my pale love of my life, what the fuck do you mean by that?"
Karkat stiffens up a bit.
Then he sits up.
"Okay, so like. You know that I'm Off Spectrum."
You nod.
"And that means I run hot."
You nod.
"Turns out it's actually physically damaging me, and has been my whole life. Not to serious amounts, obviously. I'd be dead if it was serious. It is shortening my life by a lot of sweeps though- but it's fine. You just help make it not hurt."
And you can really feel your everything drop. Like, in a really shitty way, because what the fuck, Karkat? How come he literally never mentioned this before?
"I dig," You answer with as you reach out with both hands for his face. His cheeks were bright fucking red, flushed up with embarrassment of some sort. Why he's all flustered and blushy about it you don't know, but gog it looks like that fucking hurts.
Karkat eagerly rests his chin in your hands, lets you span your fingers across his cheeks. He's just burning up. It discomforts you just a bit, you don't want to think about how much it hurts Karkat.
"Feel better?" Your question is somewhat stilted.
Karkat nodded, leaning a bit more into one hand so the palm would lay flush to his cheek. Your coolness seeps into him half as fast as his heat seeps into you.
But it's like, it's worth it.
You don't mind that it's stings a little bit. He looks really cute like this anyways.