Gamzee
You threw the sweater on over your head, rushing to open the door. "Hello- Oh! Hi Gamzee." You said, looking up to meet eyes with the tall troll standing outside your door.
"What's up sis?" Gamzee called, his voice loud but also somewhat muted. He was high, and you could tell from the way he swayed slightly and smiled eyes half lidded.
"Nothing much," You lied, "Why did you come over?" You asked, not wanting to invite the highblood into your house. You had had him over tons of times, and as many time as you had tried to convince yourself you didn't, you had a crush on the sopor drinking purple blood.
"Wanted to check in on my favorite human sister," He said, pointing inside the room, "Mind if I up and motherfuckin' chillax?" He asked, a small honk escaping his lips.
You stepped back, letting the tall boy step inside and flop down onto your sofa face first. You couldn't piss on hospitality. It was funny enough, watching Gamzee, only made more hilarious as the honk of his horns which echoed throughout the main room. "Do you have horns in your pockets?" You asked, a smile sitting on your face.
"You had best motherfucking believe it human sis." He said, turning to meet your eyes and smiling dopily. That was it, a few giggles escaping your lips as the tall boy rolled onto his back, more horns honking as he did so. "Why the sad tunes, ______?" He asked, looking at you as you took a seat at his feet.
Shit! You forgot to turn it off! "I'm sorry Gamz, I'll turn it off now." You spoke, starting to stand up.
"Nah, Nah. It's chillax." Gamzee muttered. "It's okay to feel sad sometimes." You weren't expecting the somewhat sage voice that left Gamzee's slow lips. "Your feelings are all up and real, my sis." He sat up uneasingly quick, locking eyes with you.
About to respond, you were cut off by Gamzee pressing a finger to your lips. "But it's not okay to hurt yourself like that." He finished sadly.
How did he know? You had been careful to cover them, not showing the twinges of pain you felt.
"I recognize the ache in your pretty eyes." He spoke again, "And it's not motherfuckin' cool, a miracle like you deserves to be happy and loved." He said, draping his long arms over your shoulders as you locked up.
He figured it out, he knew your secret, and what would he do? Tell everyone? "Gamzee I can explain-" You started, before he pressed his finger to your lips again.
"You don't gotta explain nothin." Gamzee cooed, wrapping his lanky limbs up and around you. "Let's just relax and shit." He said.
You nodded, Gamzee's voice calming you down and letting a few loose tears drip from the corners of your eyes. "I'd like that." You muttered, leaning into the tall troll who held you snuggly. He smelled of his sopor pies and faygo, but not in a disgusting kind of way. It was almost calming, a smell you knew and had come to appreciate. It meant there was someone to protect you, someone to love you, and someone to make you smile. It was almost too sweet, and hanging around him for too long you felt you might get cavaties.
“Maybe you could take the horns out of your pockets?” You asked weakly, sniffling as Gamzee pulled you onto his lap and a horn pressed against your hip. Instead of getting an answer, he leaned back as far as he could, eventually flopping down back onto the couch with you on top of him, your back to his chest. More loud honks rang through the air, rising even more laughs from you and a few from the clown you were laying on.
His laugh seemed to work wonders, a downright miracle if you do say so yourself. The sad music still drifted through the air, but now you had a smile to fight back the sadness. Laughter was what he gave you, and it was a beautiful thing.
“Thank you Gamzee.” You mumbled, letting out a calm sigh.
“It’s no problem babe.” He said, gently wrapping his arms up and resting his hands on your stomach.
“Babe?” You asked, a heat growing over your face.
“Shit, sorry if ya don’t wanna be called that, I just got the biggest flush crush on you and seeing’ you all motherfuckin' sad really made me motherfuckin’ worry about ya.” He said, nuzzling his face against the top of your head. You looked up at the troll, his messy hair, long spiraling horns, and now slightly smudged face paint. It warmed your heart. He was worried about you.
“I think I’d like to be your babe.” You reply, moving your hands to rest them on Gamzee’s.
“What a miracle, I got me a beautiful goddess as my matesprit.” He cooed, letting his hand move up to grab yours. "Do you scars still hurt?” He asked. “If they’re bleeding I can patch them motherfuckers up.”
You moved your arm, feeling the skin stretch but not break. You had scratched, but not broken skin. “I didn’t actually break the skin.” You mumbled.
“What a miracle.” Gamzee replied with another dopey smile.
“What a miracle indeed.” You replied, letting yourself drift off into dreamland with Gamzee’s heartbeat lulling you into a sense of comfort.