She sits on the rooftop ledge, a thin needle in hand. There are several seams beginning to tear loose in the costume she is repairing. There are also a couple of small holes sprinkled along the right sleeve where Karkat got hit by bits of shrapnel yesterday.
Kanaya doesn't understand why he can't be more careful with her creations. Their hero costumes simultaneously create their hero identities, and protect who their true identities are. This is so important for Karkat. Especially Karkat.
Kanaya doesn't know what society would do if they discovered he was a mutant. It is all fine and dandy when he runs around saving the world, but the second he takes off the mask and reveals himself to be a red-blood, this whole game ends. Her partner would be vilified, despite how many lives he has saved. Worse, the other trolls would rip him to shreds. Karkat would be killed, just for his blood, the very thing that gives him his mutant powers.
Kanaya lets out a frustrated sigh at the thought. Karkat could be so flippant whenever she tried to press the issue. He might have been loud and brash, but he was her moirail. Both of them had survived so much together. Was it wrong that she wanted to protect him? But what can you do with an undead jadeblood and a mutant redblood? Such an unlikely pair couldn't possibly make much of a difference here on Alternia, could it?
"Kanaya! Are you fucking done fixing that yet? I am done being sequestered inside, sitting on my ass. We got places to be and trolls to save, for God's sake."
Kanaya looks up to find Karkat standing in the doorway that opens to the stairwell below. He is shielding himself from the bright sunlight Kanaya adores so much. She walks over to him in and enters the stairwell so he can close the door behind them.
Kanaya sees he is clearly perturbed and paps him once lightly on the cheek before handing him the costume. He can be out in the sunlight if he wears it. It is made out of a material that shields Karkat from the sun. She made sure of that. Being able to endure sunlight is one thing that makes their herowork possible. Trolls are less likely to attempt to trap them and uncover their identities during the day.
Karkat carefully and reverently runs his fingers over her repair work. He will never admit it, but he is thankful, and perhaps even a little awed by Kanaya's abilities. Slicing trolls in two certainly isn't her only talent. When she isn't taking on the worst of the worst of Alternian society, Kakaya was quite the seamstress. Sometimes Kanaya wonders what her life would be like if she could live quietly, normally, or anything other than this crazy hero existence Karkat convinced her to live.
Kanaya even catches the small quirk at the corner of his mouth. He never smiles, but sometimes she sees his mouth twitch like that and she knows he is pleased.
"Thanks," he says and gives her arm a reassuring squeeze. Then Karkat catches himself and glares at her and begins to stomp down the stairs.
Well, isn't someone awfully affectionate today?
Kanaya wonders if she should try to see if he wants to talk, to urge him to actually discuss his feelings in her fabric pile. Something is clearly on his mind, but she has to approach Karkat carefully. It is too easy to spook him, and she is trying to be a better moirail than what he had in the past. The poor guy has been burned before.
"Why don't we go and prepare ourselves some lunch before we leave?" Kanaya suggests as she trails behind Karkat.
Kanaya doesn't see any use in rushing out to save the world on an empty stomach. As Karkat continues down the stairs she tries not to eye his neck too obviously. Maybe he'd let her steal a drink. His blood not only tasted divine, but also boosted her abilities. The only problem was it kind of freaked Karkat out. It might also destroy any chance of having a feelings jam later, because he kind of got weird with her after she drank from him.
"Fucking stop it," he grumbles, not even turning around to face her in the narrow stairwell.
"Stop What, Karkat?" Kanaya asks, but she has a nagging suspicion that her neck lusting has been discovered.
"Stop eying my neck like it's the last drop of water on Alternia. I'm not your personal drinking fountain."
No, no he wasn't. Karkat was her partner and her moirail, and he was also the only troll she ever controlled her rainbow drinker urges with. Any other troll would have fallen victim of her vile needs, but Karkat was different.
Karkat was a mutant, and yes he eventually manifested certain physical abilities, but he was special in other ways too. Karkat had this way of bringing her and other trolls together, and despite his less than sunny disposition, he was inspiring and kind. And most importantly, Kanaya had more pale feelings for him than she had ever had with any other troll she had ever known. Her sham of a pale relationship with Vriska was nothing in comparison with what she had with Karkat. This is how a moirallegiance should be.
When they enter the kitchen Karkat grabs a few food items and plops them down on counter. He was a much better cook than she. He cooked, she sewed, and their shared cleaning duties. It was all very domestic.
There was also a great amount of stability in their relationship. Whenever the scale tipped one way with one of them, the other was always able to balance it out. When Kanaya raged, unable to control herself, Karkat would pap and shoosh her until she came back to herself. When Karkat exploded and dove into one of his verbal onslaughts or diatribes of disgust, she was always able to calm by listening and giving a few well-placed shooshes. It was then they'd end up in the fabric pile, and she realized she was closer to him than she ever imagined being to another troll.
Karkat breaks Kanaya's thoughts as he repeatedly pushes a plate of food at her.
"Just eat it already," he encourages.
When they are done with the meal Kanaya rinses the dishes. She is surprised to find Karkat sitting on a stool, his sweatshirt off. It confuses her for a second until she realizes what he is implying.
"What in the fuck are you staring at? Like I want your toothy exploits all over my shirt? Then I'd just have to hear you whine more about how I always ruin the things you make me. Just get to biting or sucking or whatever already."
The gesture catches her off guard. It is very sweet of him. She knows how much her drinking his blood bothers him. Kanaya shares a toothy smile and gives him a long, sidelong glance. Instead of biting, Kanaya takes him by the hand and leads them to her room and to their fabric pile.
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Kanaya doesn't understand why he can't be more careful with her creations. Their hero costumes simultaneously create their hero identities, and protect who their true identities are. This is so important for Karkat. Especially Karkat.
Kanaya doesn't know what society would do if they discovered he was a mutant. It is all fine and dandy when he runs around saving the world, but the second he takes off the mask and reveals himself to be a red-blood, this whole game ends. Her partner would be vilified, despite how many lives he has saved. Worse, the other trolls would rip him to shreds. Karkat would be killed, just for his blood, the very thing that gives him his mutant powers.
Kanaya lets out a frustrated sigh at the thought. Karkat could be so flippant whenever she tried to press the issue. He might have been loud and brash, but he was her moirail. Both of them had survived so much together. Was it wrong that she wanted to protect him? But what can you do with an undead jadeblood and a mutant redblood? Such an unlikely pair couldn't possibly make much of a difference here on Alternia, could it?
"Kanaya! Are you fucking done fixing that yet? I am done being sequestered inside, sitting on my ass. We got places to be and trolls to save, for God's sake."
Kanaya looks up to find Karkat standing in the doorway that opens to the stairwell below. He is shielding himself from the bright sunlight Kanaya adores so much. She walks over to him in and enters the stairwell so he can close the door behind them.
Kanaya sees he is clearly perturbed and paps him once lightly on the cheek before handing him the costume. He can be out in the sunlight if he wears it. It is made out of a material that shields Karkat from the sun. She made sure of that. Being able to endure sunlight is one thing that makes their herowork possible. Trolls are less likely to attempt to trap them and uncover their identities during the day.
Karkat carefully and reverently runs his fingers over her repair work. He will never admit it, but he is thankful, and perhaps even a little awed by Kanaya's abilities. Slicing trolls in two certainly isn't her only talent. When she isn't taking on the worst of the worst of Alternian society, Kakaya was quite the seamstress. Sometimes Kanaya wonders what her life would be like if she could live quietly, normally, or anything other than this crazy hero existence Karkat convinced her to live.
Kanaya even catches the small quirk at the corner of his mouth. He never smiles, but sometimes she sees his mouth twitch like that and she knows he is pleased.
"Thanks," he says and gives her arm a reassuring squeeze. Then Karkat catches himself and glares at her and begins to stomp down the stairs.
Well, isn't someone awfully affectionate today?
Kanaya wonders if she should try to see if he wants to talk, to urge him to actually discuss his feelings in her fabric pile. Something is clearly on his mind, but she has to approach Karkat carefully. It is too easy to spook him, and she is trying to be a better moirail than what he had in the past. The poor guy has been burned before.
"Why don't we go and prepare ourselves some lunch before we leave?" Kanaya suggests as she trails behind Karkat.
Kanaya doesn't see any use in rushing out to save the world on an empty stomach. As Karkat continues down the stairs she tries not to eye his neck too obviously. Maybe he'd let her steal a drink. His blood not only tasted divine, but also boosted her abilities. The only problem was it kind of freaked Karkat out. It might also destroy any chance of having a feelings jam later, because he kind of got weird with her after she drank from him.
"Fucking stop it," he grumbles, not even turning around to face her in the narrow stairwell.
"Stop What, Karkat?" Kanaya asks, but she has a nagging suspicion that her neck lusting has been discovered.
"Stop eying my neck like it's the last drop of water on Alternia. I'm not your personal drinking fountain."
No, no he wasn't. Karkat was her partner and her moirail, and he was also the only troll she ever controlled her rainbow drinker urges with. Any other troll would have fallen victim of her vile needs, but Karkat was different.
Karkat was a mutant, and yes he eventually manifested certain physical abilities, but he was special in other ways too. Karkat had this way of bringing her and other trolls together, and despite his less than sunny disposition, he was inspiring and kind. And most importantly, Kanaya had more pale feelings for him than she had ever had with any other troll she had ever known. Her sham of a pale relationship with Vriska was nothing in comparison with what she had with Karkat. This is how a moirallegiance should be.
When they enter the kitchen Karkat grabs a few food items and plops them down on counter. He was a much better cook than she. He cooked, she sewed, and their shared cleaning duties. It was all very domestic.
There was also a great amount of stability in their relationship. Whenever the scale tipped one way with one of them, the other was always able to balance it out. When Kanaya raged, unable to control herself, Karkat would pap and shoosh her until she came back to herself. When Karkat exploded and dove into one of his verbal onslaughts or diatribes of disgust, she was always able to calm by listening and giving a few well-placed shooshes. It was then they'd end up in the fabric pile, and she realized she was closer to him than she ever imagined being to another troll.
Karkat breaks Kanaya's thoughts as he repeatedly pushes a plate of food at her.
"Just eat it already," he encourages.
When they are done with the meal Kanaya rinses the dishes. She is surprised to find Karkat sitting on a stool, his sweatshirt off. It confuses her for a second until she realizes what he is implying.
"What in the fuck are you staring at? Like I want your toothy exploits all over my shirt? Then I'd just have to hear you whine more about how I always ruin the things you make me. Just get to biting or sucking or whatever already."
The gesture catches her off guard. It is very sweet of him. She knows how much her drinking his blood bothers him. Kanaya shares a toothy smile and gives him a long, sidelong glance. Instead of biting, Kanaya takes him by the hand and leads them to her room and to their fabric pile.