I see your face in every crowd (Closed)

[klawful]

Who: Kyle Broflovski & Karkat Vantas
What: Shedding Ceremony stuff
When: Mid-Late January
Where: The Red/Other

Content Warnings: Explicit sexual content/phrases/jokes, themes of gender identity/trans/binaries, blood-based caste systems, mention of genocide/war/violence, body identity concepts, temporary/semi amnesia



(This time when Karkat sheds, he does so with grace and ease. He wakes up feeling like he has been this way most of his life, memories distorted both from home and from Trench, making for a cloudy mix. He goes about his day and remembers that he had somewhere to be. The Red. He was meeting someone special - a boy. A boy he apparently loved because he spent hours figuring out how to get ready. Karkat had an outfit that Madam Generosity had sent him, but the red accents felt jarring and wrong to this new Karkat. He felt the offense of misrepresented blood color and abandoning the outfit for something he picks out and pulls on.

If this boy was as important as he felt, then Karkat wanted to look nice. He ignores his female troll body as he feels he has ignored it since he was a child. There are very few visible differences. His chest plate was slightly raised. There was a bit more curve in his hips. Other than that, there were more obvious differences due to his Fuschia blood. Instead of pointy ears, he had fin-like ears on the sides of his head. His horns were a bit bigger, more pointed. He had Fuschia freckles scattered across his shoulders and across his face and ears. And instead of red eyes, Karkat's were now that vibrant, commanding pink. He was even taller - closer to 5'10 than Karkat's far smaller body. He was, as far as he was concerned, the first male fuschia blood to have existed. He didn't care if his body didn't quite agree with that, he knew he felt he was male in his soul, in his mind, so the details didn't matter. He would be the king of his race when it was time.

He decorates his horns with thin golden chains. He wears his golden tiara, complete with a 69 in its center. He keeps on his golden choker, also decorated properly, with matching golden cuffs around his wrists. He decorates his fins with golden cuffs and dangling chains. He paints golden glitter in a straight line down from a black mouth. There's effortless confidence in this Karkat that just simply didn't exist in the usual Karkat. He didn't slump over, but held himself regally. The outfit he wears makes it evident that he had none of Karkat's shyness when it came to exposing his body.

When he shows up to the Red, he waits inside where it's warmer, standing by the front, feeling only a curl of anxiety. He didn't know which boy he was waiting for. There were two in mind, but one felt more "right" than the other - the red one. He ignores stares sent his way and doesn't respond to idle chatter. He wanted to see Him first. Whoever he was waiting for.)

Comments

[kyley_b]

[Kyle is beaming by the end of that speech. It's Karkat. Even in a near immortal born genocidal fuchsia blooded body, it was undeniably him.]

Would you change things to be more fair? The caste system, for example, is kinda bullshit.

[He squeezes that hand back.]

I do. As you've done for me.

It's not humiliating! People are totally jealous. [He has no idea if that's true.]

[klawful]

Well...Okay, yeah, obviously that needs to be changed. Caste expectations are fucking stupid to uphold. They're completely outdated. What's the glubbing point? Some of the most capable trolls I've known are lower caste.

(He's liked lower caste trolls before. Granted, that didn't really say as much given some trolls' habit of fetishizing blood caste differences. So, he wasn't about to use that as a bragging point. It felt a bit gross to equate fuckability to basic rights.)

Trolls are so varied. There's no right way to be a troll regardless of your blood. We're shackled by our ancestors. It's fucked.

(He didn't want to be shackled by his, he knew that much.

God, this guy was really cute. He was glad they were actually dating already.)

Are they? (He smiles.) Good. (He smiles even wider and leans towards Kyle.)

Is it appropriate to ask for a kiss now or is it a bit awkward with my memories being jumbled?

[kyley_b]

It really IS you. That's so amazing, no matter WHAT changes, you're just... you're my guy.

[He's so relieved.

...and those teeth are definitely even sharper. Kyle smiles back.]

It's fine by me.

[He closes the gap between them, lips gentle on Karkat's. Yes, it's still definitely him.]

[klawful]

(Karkat can't help but blush bright pink. He never remembered being with Dave or any other attempts at a relationship. It makes him dizzy to be called someone's guy like that. He blushes even harder when Kyle leans over to kiss him.

It felt right. It also felt familiar amazingly enough. Like they have done this a dozen times before. And he supposed they have. It feels like his first kiss, the best kiss, and he feels - loved. They were in love. They had to be.

He breaks the kiss to briefly hide his face into his hands and conceal that stupid smile on his face. Once he gains control of his face, he lowers his hands, his freckles brighter.)

Okay. So. We're in love. (Not a question.) And we're at a party. So let's...Dance and go be in love.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle's pretty used to Karkat hiding his face by now. It's just surprising that he's not screeching, really.]

We are. I'd like that, but I warn you that I'm not a good dancer.

[He takes Karkat's hand though, and tugs him toward the dancefloor.]

[klawful]

(Royal decorum was the main reason he wasn't screaming. This Karkat had to have some presentable chill. He's eager to grab Kyle's hand.)

It's okay.

(Normal Karkat wasn't much of a dancer either. Dave would be the one roping him into dancing or sometimes Rose or Roxy when they were getting a bit tipsy.

But this Karkat? Yeah, he had some moves.)

I can show you some steps? They are easy.

[kyley_b]

That would be nice. I can follow instructions pretty well.

[It's such a comfort to be close to any version of Karkat.]

You look really pretty tonight, did I say that? Because you do.

[klawful]

I bet you can.

(He lifts his hands in the air and explains some simple steps. It wasn't too dissimilar to a simple Bollywood-type dance with an emphasis on mimicking each other's moves. It wasn't as snuggled up as ballroom dancing, but there was a greater need for syncing up with your partner.

There's some golden bells sewn into the waistline of Karkat's outfit that jingles with his motions, especially as he rolls his hips effortlessly in time with the beat. He smiles at the compliment.)

You're a flirt. (He clearly appreciates it.) You look handsome too. I really like your outfit. It's colorful.

(Which Karkat clearly saw as something significant- but of course, he would. It was so rare he saw anyone wearing things with multiple colors on them. In his world, that meant something big. It struck him as brave, even if he knew it probably didn't carry the same meaning to Kyle.)

[kyley_b]

[Kyle lacks much natural rhythm, but he can mimic well enough. Being relaxed in Karkat's presence helps, too, and so he manages better than he thought he would.

Karkat's hips are a little distracting, though.]

Only with you.

Thanks! [Something about the way Karkat says it reminds him suddenly and fiercely of the Signless mushing all of his fingerpaints around, explaining how it was colourful blood that meant nothing.]

I kinda think it looks good with the red hair, actually. That's a troll thing, isn't it? Colour associations because of class? Do you just have a favourite colour outside of that? I like green.

[klawful]

Good. I would hate to be jealous.

(Especially with the new blood. That would get dangerous real quick.

It was exactly like that. He smiles, nodding.)

Yes. It is. (A huge thing.) It looks beautiful with the red hair. (Kyle was stunning to look at.

The question visibly surprises him. Most trolls just liked their own blood color as their favorites. Then again, that wasn't entirely true. Terezi loved the color red, but she was also a blind, crazy bitch so her opinion might be skewed.)

I think I like red. (Looking at Kyle's hair. Red reminded him of something else he couldn't remember.)

It's a bold color. I like gold too. Obviously. (He shakes his head to jingle the golden chains around his horns.)

What do you like about green?

[kyley_b]

You never have to be jealous. I am strictly a one-troll man. I'm more worried about people hitting on YOU all night. This outfit is something else.

[Red. Oh, be still his palpitating blood-pumper. Kyle beams.] Red is a great colour.

I love that stuff on you. You look so regal, dude.

[He thinks, still dancing.] It's alive. It reminds me of trees, mostly.

[klawful]

You're very cute. (He really, really can see where the appeal was. He looks down at himself and smiles.) Thank you. I had a feeling I was dressing nicely for a specific someone.

(He looks back up at Kyle, grinning.)

That is the point. Tells people I'm no joke.

(He dances with Kyle, content to listen to him talk.)

That's poetic of you. I grew up in the ocean. Everything was colorful and lively down there. Did the place you grow up have a lot of trees?

[kyley_b]

I'm flattered.

You are definitely not a joke. No matter what form you're in. [He's tempted to just sweep Karkat up into his arms. He's pretty much forgotten anybody else is on the dancefloor.]

Oh, I bet. Fish and coral and all of that. I bet it's so beautiful.

It did, yeah. I loved it.

[klawful]

(Karkat does move forward to slip his arms around Kyle's neck, his eyes bright. He didn't exactly remember Kyle, but the feelings he had for him were overwhelmingly sincere and undeniable.)

I think my soul and body and all that shit remember you. (Because yeah. Wow.) It is beautiful.

(He smiles, glad that Kyle loved where he grew up too.)

Mmm- do you want to go somewhere private? I'm not trying to be salacious or anything. I just think the privacy would be nice.

[kyley_b]

Dude, at this point I'm convinced I'd remember you in my soul no matter what happens.

[Ugh, he's getting so sappy and he can't even bring himself to care.]

I do, yeah. Uhm, where would you like to go? I'll take you anywhere.

[klawful]

(Wow.

He would absolutely die for this guy. He gently grabs Kyle's face between his palms and says with the utmost sincerity:)

I will conquer the entire universe in your name. I will enslave so many people for you.

(Listen that's flirty talk in highblood, okay. He figures it's the right thing to say!)

[kyley_b]

[Kyle bursts into laughter, then closes the gap between them to kiss Karkat's lips.]

As someone descended from an enslaved people? We can maybe discuss that at some point. But I appreciate the sentiment.

Where to, your highness?

[klawful]

Right, yeah, no that's totally barbaric.

(He didn't think it was that barbaric, but he's willing to change his tune. This kissing thing was the bee's knees. RIP Sollux Captor. He's just glad it wasn't too bad of a social fumble and kisses back.

Right. The location thing. He clears his throat and smoothes his hands down the front of his skirts. Royalty. He was royalty. But this was his mate, so like...Who cares.)

I do believe I saw some private rooms. Some say that night walkers take to entertaining guests in them. Maybe one is available?

[kyley_b]

[Kyle goes pink, but he nods. He takes one of Karkat's hands and tugs him off the dancefloor, toward where the private rooms are.]

[klawful]

(Once they are alone, Karkat slides the lock into place and glances around the room. It's not what he anticipated. There is a pole in the middle of the room and some cushions on the ground. It is comfortable though and there's only a dull muffle of people outside.

He stares curiously at the pole, and then at the mirrors on the ceiling.)

What unusual architecture.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle knows what the pole is for.]

Oh, yeah. It's uhm, for dancers. People do tricks and stuff on the pole, like they can spin and climb up and down. But like, gracefully. I'd show you but I absolutely do not have the skills.

[He flops onto the cushions.]

This is cool.

[klawful]

Oh. (He sounds vaguely fascinated by this, staring a bit longer at the pole. Eventually, he moves past it to sit down next to Kyle on the cushions.)

It's interesting. (He nests a bit of the cushions together to make a proper pile. He rolls onto his stomach and props his arms and head up on a higher cushion.)

Thank you. For not getting upset with me for forgetting about us.

[kyley_b]

You can try it if you want. [Kyle makes a mental note to see if Trench pole class exists.

Karkat looks so perfectly at home luxuriating on a mound of pillows. Kyle immediately wriggles closer, fingers brushing over Karkat's arm.]

How could I? It's not your fault. And hey, if I have to retell you stories about myself that's a small price to pay for having you in my life.

Thank you for trusting me.

Hey, do you like romance movies?

[klawful]

I might. (He feels like it would look absurd, but the challenge intrigues him.)

I suppose that's true. (They seemed to have good enough communication that it wasn't the end of the world. He smiles because damn that was cute.)

You're easy to trust. (At the mention of romantic movies, his eyes widen and brighten vividly.)

Yes! Oh hell yeah. Everyone knows that they are the superior genre of movies.

[kyley_b]

[Kyle smiles, his whole demeanor just completely warm and open. Here, alone, it's even easier to see Karkat is still himself.]

I thought you would. We can watch some if you wanna stay the night, or let me come back to yours.