#ashandvoodoo

GHB and smol Gamzee from the 4 Sweeps M!A. 

@ashandvoodoo

You’ve been alone a long long time. Stealing to survive and surviving only because some small part of you still hopes your jade mother will come home.

Recently you’ve been feeling strange. A pull as it were, drawing you to a place. That strange building down by the docks. It’s full of highbloods which being a tiny runt makes you nervous. Sure you share blood color with them, but you don’t know if they’d accept someone like you.

But the pull doesn’t let up, day after day you go and you watch from the shadows. You start walking out sometimes only to quickly scuttle back into hiding when you would see anyone. Today it seems the pull is so much stronger, voices speaking to you, calling you in, calling you.... home?

You slink into the church and hide under a pew, listening from your hiding place as people come and go and chatter. It’s all very comforting but terrifying at the same time. You bite your lip and try to will yourself to leave, to go back to safety but you cannot. You belong here. You have never been more sure that you belong even if you are not what you should be.

You’re dressed for a night out. Nothing formal. Not too casual. Ready to go just about anywhere. You’re smoking, which isn’t a massive vice for you. You only smoke on certain occasions or under a certain kind of stress. You’ll often have three pills from a pack and then lose the rest one way or another. Maybe Droog steals them, knowing you won’t smoke them. They’re his brand, after all.

Speaking of Droog, you’re waiting on his moirail outside of a busy convenient store. You asked him to meet you here in the evening and evening it now is. Some church bells chime in the distance to mark the hour and you light up your second cigarette.

You have been vacillating about this meeting like it was the most important thing you were ever going to do. The thing is, it might have been. Hadn’t you met the Signless only a few days ago this one would take the cake on the ‘I met an historical figure’ line up you got going. You have at least 3 people on the nearby surroundings in case shit goes to the wall, you doubt so, but it might.

Baron is by far the scariest one of all the ancestors by mere objective reasons. Chucklevoodoos are made for that anyway. If you were to rate them, you think Psiioniic is more lethal, if his personality was any different everyone could be facing the menace of the century. 

You arrive 30 minutes early than the established time, you pick the table smacked right at the middle of the cafe, you make sure to wait 5 minutes exact before asking for pure black coffee and a sandwich. So an unestablished amount of time later you have your food and are already munching on it. The food is gone by the due time and the table is cleaned.

Now you pull out your notes, look at the emptier than expected place... and wait. 

>You spot the mistletoe first, and your eyes light up.  This is perfect! You’re shopping with Elliot and this! Means! Kissing Elliot! Yes yes yes yesssss…>Quickly you scuttle over to where the mistletoe is at and turn around to the aisle Elliot was at.“Elliot! Elliot come look at these cute little lights over here!”>You may in fact be vibrating excitedly. Going to kiss your morail. Going to kiss your moraiiiiiiiil….you do your best to act nonchalant as Elliot rounds the corner.  The coroner looks up and grins broadly.“Oh! Pem! You’re under the mistletoe with Sam!” he exclaims chipperly.>Wait. Wat.  You turn around and only just then do you realize that the Baron had been coming around the corner behind you…looking just as surprised as you.“You know what this means right? You two need to kiss!” Elliot chirps.>Oh no. This wasn’t the plan.  HnnNnNnn…you’re going to die.  You’re going to die smooching the wrong man’s morail.  You look up at him, as if trying to gauge if he’s going to just turn around and nope out of this…doesn’t look like it.  Hfff…you can feel Elliot’s eyes upon you.  The pressure is on. Ok…maybe you’ll just get on your tip-toes and if he backs away you can also back away.  Just…tip toe up…oh no he’s leaning down. Is this what chucklevoodoos are?!  This feeling of terror and doom!?!?  You’re going to diiiiiiie…