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*his touch is warm on your cheek, it feels nice.. Better than anytime you could remember being touched in the past so tenderly. Not like you could remember the last time that's ever happened anyways.*
*Despite being a purple blood, as a grub no one truly cared for you, leaving you to rely on sopor that taught you to neglect the damage that inevitably would come alongside that lack of care, leading you to become clingy. Clingy to anyone who'd stay, which was a very rare occurrence.*
*This behavior lead those who did stay to leave, however. You doubt the sincerity of their actions fearing a possible impending abandonment.*
*Karkat notices your silence, indicating a wandering mind, shooshpapping you. He knows you like the back of his hand inside and out. You lean into your moirails embrace. He's warm, as if like a portable space heater, just for you.*
*He was previously ranting to you about his favorite romcoms, and how he wished the one he'd recently watched would have ended better, but as your moirail, he has to make sure you don't go insane. His touch Is soothing, you never want him to let go of your cold skin*
CG : "I'm not going to leave gamzee."
*you realize your grip on your moirails sleeve has tightened ridiculously. Your grasp wrinkling the soft knitted fabric of his sweater. You slowly let go, wrapping your arms around your moirails upper back instead. Clinging to him still, as if he was precious cargo.*
TC : "what a... A motherfuckin miracle....honk."
*you feel tingly, and warm, and not just because of your moirails body heat.. It's nice. You wish you and your pale love could stay and cuddle here forever, under the twinkling stars*