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timerailsSummary: When Aradia and Dave meet, pale flirting starts right off the bat, somewhat rushed and awkward. Their moirallegiance eventually comes to fruition, and everything balances out as they do the same to each other.
Wordcount: 1,665
Sollux and Aradia were always around. They sometimes only dropped by to check in, other times they would stay longer. But always, without fail, Aradia would skip around in time and spend time with Dave.
At first she was the one talking, telling all about her dead selves. She spoke from the heart, embellished nothing, and hoped it would be enough to make him pity her. Time skipping ahead would pretty much invalidate their relationship, one way or another. So she waited and kept on talking. Dave felt terrible for her. She was aware of all her dead selves, even purposely created a few, for the sake of the alpha. She had it so much worse than him.
She had strength, strength that he didn't, but her self imposed pain was just utterly pitiful.
So he started talking back. He told her about his dead selves, but went into metaphors most of the time, trailing off, changing the subject, turning everything around. She looked at him with pity in her eyes, and he felt like she stared right through his shades and saw through the "irony". He hated that he was so transparent to the one person he wanted to be strong for. She saw through everything, and wore her feelings on her sleeve as much as she dared.
He asked her about quadrants once, after six months on the asteroid, and she grinned and it made his heart jump.
She sat him down on the couch he had alchemized and gathered his pillows and cushions and the quilt on his bed and wrapped them up in it and Dave felt like a toddler in a playpen. Aradia hoped her intentions didn't seem obvious and that he knew as little about quadrants as he claimed. Or else he might catch on to what she was doing and that would not properly foster a budding moirallegiance.
And so she stared explaining.
Love encompassed all quadrants. You could tell someone you hate or someone you pity that you love them.
Kissing was for all quadrants, since all are romantic.
She drew a cross on her husktop’s drawing program and explained matespritship. Love, red, pity, <3, pails.
Then came kismesissitude. Rivals, black, hate, <3<, more pails.
At this point Dave was sincerely hoping there wouldn't be any more pail talk in the other two quadrants.
Auspistices turned out to not have pails, although the two bottom leaves may try to. They might have the wrong kind of hate, or one or both of them may hate someone else more, so an auspistice was needed. Ashen, c3<, hate.
She faltered and her cheeks turned red when she got to the next one. He raised his eyebrows and she laughed nervously and went on to explaining. Moirallegiance, leveling someone out, pale, pity, <>, thank gog no buckets.
Wait- no he spoke too soon. Sometimes awkward exploration because filling pails is something you want to know how to do when your life is on the line, and moirails trust each other enough to teach each other.
At least there wasn't graphic detail.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A few months after, Aradia was visiting again, and they went to Dave's room.
He told her to sit down on his bed, and she went about making a pile of pillows and blankets again. When she curled up in it, she was blushing lightly, and looked at him expectantly. He smirked and shook his head, dismissing her weird alien habits and stepped over to his turntables.
He looked up and grinned at her and belatedly realized he was dropping layers around her. His hands went to the dials and he decided to not worry about it.
He switched tracks multiple times, and stopped when he realized it was time for dinner, and Aradia had come in three hours and 23 minutes after lunch.
Strictly time speaking, she came in at 4:23 pm and he spun for nearly an hour and a half. He smiled sheepishly at her in apology and she blinked back.
A smile grew on her face, and she scooted over to make room for him one the pile. He kicked off his shoes and curled up next to her, and she looked at him for a long time.
"That was beautiful."
"And so are you." The words slipped out without a trace of irony and he tensed up and bit his tongue in silent self reprimand.
She put a hand on his cheek and ran her fingers over his jaw line. He could feel himself relaxing and he felt like tensing back up at the thought, but her touch was so soothing. Her fingers rested on the frame of his shades in a question, and he nodded slightly.
He closed his eyes out of habit and kept them closed as she folded them and set them aside. He sighed through his nose and opened his eyes.
He was met with a big smile and bright eyes. He studied her eyes as she studied his, sucking in each detail that he couldn't catch with his shades. Her black eyes were starting to speckle with dark red. He didn't notice at first that she was getting closer, and when he did, he didn't flinch.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and his did the same as they met in a soft kiss.
He always thought his first kiss was going to be awkward and sloppy, but he found he didn't care at all. He reacted naturally, and all too soon she pulled away. He resisted the urge to keep his eyes closed and he met a gentle smile and soft eyes.
She opened her mouth to speak and the door crashed open.
"Strider, dinner is done and-” Karkat froze midway through the door and took in the sight before him.
Dave's eyes grew wide as he realized he didn't have his shades on and he didn't know where they were because Aradia had put them down and-
"Karkat, get out!"
That spurred the intruder into action and he nearly flew out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Dave noted the red blush across his face before he stormed out. It was another moment before he realized his face probably looked the same.
He buried his face in Aradia's shoulder and he felt her laugh as she hugged him to her.
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She popped into his room just as he was going to take a shower.
Dave immediately knew something was wrong; she usually had such good timing. The glance of her tearstained cheeks he got before she flew headfirst into his chest confirmed this.
He grimaced at the horn that jammed into his shoulder, but didn’t feel the pain; not really. She was sobbing into his shirt, and he felt like crying himself, seeing her so broken like this.
He drew her over to his closet and she stepped over the board they had across the threshold, keeping all the blankets and pillows (and a few loud clocks, hidden far underneath so their uncomfortableness was not felt) inside the closet that had become their pileroom.
He sat down next to her as she pulled a particularly large comforter around herself, and he took off his shades and threw them outside the closet before closing the door and cracking one of the glow sticks on the wall.
She laughed a bit through a sob. “It’s a good thing we set all this up then.”
Dave smiled softly at her and pulled her, comforter and all, to his chest, back to front. “Now I can listen to you even better.”
She cuddled up to him as best she could, then adjusted the comforter so it was around them both.
They were quiet for a few minutes and Dave occasionally peppered her head and horns with kisses.
“Can you rub between my horns?”
“Karkat says that turns you guys on or something. They’re your troll nips.”
Aradia giggled, her sobs finally gone completely. “It may turn him on, because he’s black for you, but its basically just a thing quadrants do. For me, its calming.”
Dave could hear the smile in her voice and wanted to kiss away the tears that lingered on her face.
They were quiet for a while longer while Dave massaged her head and horn bases and Aradia made sounds that sounded like something between purring, growling, and clicking. Dave had long learned that this was a troll’s contented sound, but it was different for every troll (Terezi’s was pretty much just rapid clicking instead of a purr).
“Sollux said he’s going a bit red for Karkat.”
Dave sucked in a breath. Aradia and Sollux had long been somewhat of unofficial matesprits for a long time.
“I thought they were kismesises?”
Aradia laughed bitterly. “Sollux wants everything in twos. He wants to be my matesprit and my moirail,” (the hair on Dave’s arms stood up at this) “Karkat’s kismesis and matesprit, and Eridan’s kismesis or he wants so one to auspistice between them. It’s sick, Dave. It throws everyone around him into a flurry of confusion and quadrant flipping and that’s why he can’t hold down a relationship and he thinks he’s worthless and did you know that’s why Karkat and Terezi broke up? He couldn’t control- HE COULDN’T CONTROL HIS DAMNED EMOTIONS AND HIS SICK MUTATIONS!”
Dave’s hand had stilled, and it started rubbing again as she started crying again. He shooshed her quietly and hugged her.
A bit later when silence had once again filled the pileroom, she whispered, “I didn’t mean that about his mutations. He didn’t ask for them.”
“I know.”
She fidgeted them around until she was lying on his chest and they could see each other’s faces.
She kissed him on the nose.
“Thank you”
“It’s my job.” He replies with a chaste kiss to her lips.
“I love you” she says when he pulls away.
“I pity you too”
Wordcount: 1,665
Sollux and Aradia were always around. They sometimes only dropped by to check in, other times they would stay longer. But always, without fail, Aradia would skip around in time and spend time with Dave.
At first she was the one talking, telling all about her dead selves. She spoke from the heart, embellished nothing, and hoped it would be enough to make him pity her. Time skipping ahead would pretty much invalidate their relationship, one way or another. So she waited and kept on talking. Dave felt terrible for her. She was aware of all her dead selves, even purposely created a few, for the sake of the alpha. She had it so much worse than him.
She had strength, strength that he didn't, but her self imposed pain was just utterly pitiful.
So he started talking back. He told her about his dead selves, but went into metaphors most of the time, trailing off, changing the subject, turning everything around. She looked at him with pity in her eyes, and he felt like she stared right through his shades and saw through the "irony". He hated that he was so transparent to the one person he wanted to be strong for. She saw through everything, and wore her feelings on her sleeve as much as she dared.
He asked her about quadrants once, after six months on the asteroid, and she grinned and it made his heart jump.
She sat him down on the couch he had alchemized and gathered his pillows and cushions and the quilt on his bed and wrapped them up in it and Dave felt like a toddler in a playpen. Aradia hoped her intentions didn't seem obvious and that he knew as little about quadrants as he claimed. Or else he might catch on to what she was doing and that would not properly foster a budding moirallegiance.
And so she stared explaining.
Love encompassed all quadrants. You could tell someone you hate or someone you pity that you love them.
Kissing was for all quadrants, since all are romantic.
She drew a cross on her husktop’s drawing program and explained matespritship. Love, red, pity, <3, pails.
Then came kismesissitude. Rivals, black, hate, <3<, more pails.
At this point Dave was sincerely hoping there wouldn't be any more pail talk in the other two quadrants.
Auspistices turned out to not have pails, although the two bottom leaves may try to. They might have the wrong kind of hate, or one or both of them may hate someone else more, so an auspistice was needed. Ashen, c3<, hate.
She faltered and her cheeks turned red when she got to the next one. He raised his eyebrows and she laughed nervously and went on to explaining. Moirallegiance, leveling someone out, pale, pity, <>, thank gog no buckets.
Wait- no he spoke too soon. Sometimes awkward exploration because filling pails is something you want to know how to do when your life is on the line, and moirails trust each other enough to teach each other.
At least there wasn't graphic detail.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
A few months after, Aradia was visiting again, and they went to Dave's room.
He told her to sit down on his bed, and she went about making a pile of pillows and blankets again. When she curled up in it, she was blushing lightly, and looked at him expectantly. He smirked and shook his head, dismissing her weird alien habits and stepped over to his turntables.
He looked up and grinned at her and belatedly realized he was dropping layers around her. His hands went to the dials and he decided to not worry about it.
He switched tracks multiple times, and stopped when he realized it was time for dinner, and Aradia had come in three hours and 23 minutes after lunch.
Strictly time speaking, she came in at 4:23 pm and he spun for nearly an hour and a half. He smiled sheepishly at her in apology and she blinked back.
A smile grew on her face, and she scooted over to make room for him one the pile. He kicked off his shoes and curled up next to her, and she looked at him for a long time.
"That was beautiful."
"And so are you." The words slipped out without a trace of irony and he tensed up and bit his tongue in silent self reprimand.
She put a hand on his cheek and ran her fingers over his jaw line. He could feel himself relaxing and he felt like tensing back up at the thought, but her touch was so soothing. Her fingers rested on the frame of his shades in a question, and he nodded slightly.
He closed his eyes out of habit and kept them closed as she folded them and set them aside. He sighed through his nose and opened his eyes.
He was met with a big smile and bright eyes. He studied her eyes as she studied his, sucking in each detail that he couldn't catch with his shades. Her black eyes were starting to speckle with dark red. He didn't notice at first that she was getting closer, and when he did, he didn't flinch.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and his did the same as they met in a soft kiss.
He always thought his first kiss was going to be awkward and sloppy, but he found he didn't care at all. He reacted naturally, and all too soon she pulled away. He resisted the urge to keep his eyes closed and he met a gentle smile and soft eyes.
She opened her mouth to speak and the door crashed open.
"Strider, dinner is done and-” Karkat froze midway through the door and took in the sight before him.
Dave's eyes grew wide as he realized he didn't have his shades on and he didn't know where they were because Aradia had put them down and-
"Karkat, get out!"
That spurred the intruder into action and he nearly flew out of the room, slamming the door shut behind him. Dave noted the red blush across his face before he stormed out. It was another moment before he realized his face probably looked the same.
He buried his face in Aradia's shoulder and he felt her laugh as she hugged him to her.
====================================
She popped into his room just as he was going to take a shower.
Dave immediately knew something was wrong; she usually had such good timing. The glance of her tearstained cheeks he got before she flew headfirst into his chest confirmed this.
He grimaced at the horn that jammed into his shoulder, but didn’t feel the pain; not really. She was sobbing into his shirt, and he felt like crying himself, seeing her so broken like this.
He drew her over to his closet and she stepped over the board they had across the threshold, keeping all the blankets and pillows (and a few loud clocks, hidden far underneath so their uncomfortableness was not felt) inside the closet that had become their pileroom.
He sat down next to her as she pulled a particularly large comforter around herself, and he took off his shades and threw them outside the closet before closing the door and cracking one of the glow sticks on the wall.
She laughed a bit through a sob. “It’s a good thing we set all this up then.”
Dave smiled softly at her and pulled her, comforter and all, to his chest, back to front. “Now I can listen to you even better.”
She cuddled up to him as best she could, then adjusted the comforter so it was around them both.
They were quiet for a few minutes and Dave occasionally peppered her head and horns with kisses.
“Can you rub between my horns?”
“Karkat says that turns you guys on or something. They’re your troll nips.”
Aradia giggled, her sobs finally gone completely. “It may turn him on, because he’s black for you, but its basically just a thing quadrants do. For me, its calming.”
Dave could hear the smile in her voice and wanted to kiss away the tears that lingered on her face.
They were quiet for a while longer while Dave massaged her head and horn bases and Aradia made sounds that sounded like something between purring, growling, and clicking. Dave had long learned that this was a troll’s contented sound, but it was different for every troll (Terezi’s was pretty much just rapid clicking instead of a purr).
“Sollux said he’s going a bit red for Karkat.”
Dave sucked in a breath. Aradia and Sollux had long been somewhat of unofficial matesprits for a long time.
“I thought they were kismesises?”
Aradia laughed bitterly. “Sollux wants everything in twos. He wants to be my matesprit and my moirail,” (the hair on Dave’s arms stood up at this) “Karkat’s kismesis and matesprit, and Eridan’s kismesis or he wants so one to auspistice between them. It’s sick, Dave. It throws everyone around him into a flurry of confusion and quadrant flipping and that’s why he can’t hold down a relationship and he thinks he’s worthless and did you know that’s why Karkat and Terezi broke up? He couldn’t control- HE COULDN’T CONTROL HIS DAMNED EMOTIONS AND HIS SICK MUTATIONS!”
Dave’s hand had stilled, and it started rubbing again as she started crying again. He shooshed her quietly and hugged her.
A bit later when silence had once again filled the pileroom, she whispered, “I didn’t mean that about his mutations. He didn’t ask for them.”
“I know.”
She fidgeted them around until she was lying on his chest and they could see each other’s faces.
She kissed him on the nose.
“Thank you”
“It’s my job.” He replies with a chaste kiss to her lips.
“I love you” she says when he pulls away.
“I pity you too”
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