#beta!dave

and i thought being dead would help with the bipolar mood swings

Man, you're not to sure about that command, your neighbors are a little weird.

==> No literally, dammit.

Okay fine.

You are now "D" Strider, a dead not dead beta, failed version of the "original" Dave Strider from this timeline and you cannot help but chuckle as the indigo blood in front of you quietly and sincerely asks for a prolonged visit from you.

CS: sure id be happier than kleptomaniac in a department store free of any security cameras

You furrow your brows and purse your lips in consideration. Names have little meaning to you in this state. You simply Are and that is all that matters in your mind.

A grave and serious voice is donned when you speak at last.

CS: call me ishmael 

CS: hunter of moby dick the largest and whitest dick in all the seven seas

You keep your best poker face on before shrugging.

CS: just kidding

CS: but seriously i dunno and i kinda dont give a fuck either way

You tilt your head further into Gamzee's hand as he lays and runs it over your head. While alive, you never would have admitted this, too "cool" to confess any sort of need or reliance on other people, but you do thrive off of contact and attention. That and it's just plain nice.

Humming a contented sound out, you return the favor, almost getting your fingers tangled in that black mass of accidental dreadlocks.

CS: at least you and your pale buddy reunited though

CS: dudes like you and him gotta stick close and do the moirail thing 

At the mention of the complexity of "Dave" being both you and also the alpha you shrug uncaringly and crane your head to glance at the ocean for a moment.

CS: hell show up eventually

CS: the alpha i mean

CS: and yeah its a messy set for pronouns 

CS: we are the same person but we arent cause if he was the beta and i was the alpha nothing would really be different

You're pulled into Gamzee's arms, held close and you settle. More than that, you feel more solid than before. Being made real, giving a big old fuck you to death with a raised middle finger is strange, though not as strange as love itself.

Which is what this feeling is, clearly. What else could it be?

CS: maybe i did

CS: though really its a bit more complicated than that

CS: its like someone set off my version of the bat signal

Unknown to you since you cannot observe the physical changes of your face at present, your eyes begin to brighten, the blank whiteness of death slowly being dispelled.

From the etherial realm of the dreaming dead you feel a pull, a tugging sensation not unlike a string on your chest drawing you elsewhere. Dollars to double donuts you bet you know exactly who's beckoning you, a certain someone with an recently developed affinity for skulls and ritual candles.

It would be rude to leave him hanging so you close your eyes and focus on finding Gamzee.

==> Traverse.

Briny waves of oceanic water envelops you and washes you out, carries you away from your "dreambubble" and into the so called "real world". Above a rooftop, the sky gives birth to your paradoxical existence, and you silently drop down behind your indigo friend and murderer.

You brush off the residual dream matter like dust and pull your hood down from your head as you approach the troll.

There is no need to hide who and what you are around him.

With eyes half lidded and partly cloudy like watered down milk, you smile as you greet Gamzee.

cuddles and kisses belly fuck you are too cute

im cool with that also im cool with cuddles