[Gamzee's eyes flicker to the sword in his hand, before traveling back up to meet his gaze. There's a spark of fear, his smile flickers slightly- what troll doesn't get agitated at the sight of death?
If only he could tell him it's okay. It may not be the best ending but it's the one he wants, even if he's scared of the journey. There's little time now for if onlys.
Even with fear, there's nothing but trust in those eyes. More than terror, there is relief. There is gratitude. There is silent reassurance that everything's going to be okay.
His eyes flutter closed, eased by the knowledge and confidence that his best friend would take care of him.
This is the the last chance he'll get to say anything before he falls into those hazy walls of sleep, down into the comforting embrace of a stray dream bubble. He should tell him how much he always loved him, how he knew from the moment he saw him that he was something special.
But that would only hurt.]
Thanks, Tavros.
[He's exhausted. Gamzee's breathing evens out in a matter of minutes, hoarse and deep and hair forever untidy and strewn across his drawn and wasted face, a ghost of a smile still evident on his lips.]
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If only he could tell him it's okay. It may not be the best ending but it's the one he wants, even if he's scared of the journey. There's little time now for if onlys.
Even with fear, there's nothing but trust in those eyes. More than terror, there is relief. There is gratitude. There is silent reassurance that everything's going to be okay.
His eyes flutter closed, eased by the knowledge and confidence that his best friend would take care of him.
This is the the last chance he'll get to say anything before he falls into those hazy walls of sleep, down into the comforting embrace of a stray dream bubble. He should tell him how much he always loved him, how he knew from the moment he saw him that he was something special.
But that would only hurt.]
Thanks, Tavros.
[He's exhausted. Gamzee's breathing evens out in a matter of minutes, hoarse and deep and hair forever untidy and strewn across his drawn and wasted face, a ghost of a smile still evident on his lips.]