+ a little bit of sweetness +

[turn4bout]

Who: Terezi, Dave, Sokka, Katara, Zuko, Sollux, Feferi, Puck, John, Hibari, Jade, Bro, Mark, Rei
Where: All over the goddamn place.
When: Between 28th-1st
Rating: Really, really, really unpleasant.
Summary: Terezi and Dave fuck shit up, the novel. If you interact with either of them during this event, it's going to happen in this log. I'll put up

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[hamburellakind]

John's starting to get worried. He's barely heard from Dave or Terezi. At least he knows Jade is with Miguelo or whatever his name is

Keywords are appropriate.

[urnewkingbitch]

Dave keeps his sword out, blade still covered in Puck's blood, and sunglasses still safely in his pocket. He turns to keep vigil, to make sure there are no witnesses. That's when he hears the gasp, notices the open door.

There's a flurry of blue on the other side through the crack.

John. John the motherfucking hero. Dave should have known he wouldn't be able to keep his fucking hero complex and curiosity in check. He should have fucking known.

"Somebody's outside. I can deal with him until you're done," he whispers to Terezi before approaching the door and opening it.

Yes, there's John Egbert, as he thought. Casually, perhaps far too casually, the blond walks over to him.

"Yo, Egbert. What's up?"

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It doesn't matter if you're silent or not. Invisible. Hidden, cringing in a corner. As soon as that door opens, Terezi smells cotton candy, and fresh cherry cough syrup under a thin husk of peachycream. Everything that screams John. But Dave, oh Dave, reliable Dave's got it under control. She already knows the outcome. Dave can't lose. John is too kind, too pity-entrenched. He can't do what needs to be done.

But Dave.

She'll work on another noose once she finishes stringing Puck up. Rope over a low hanging pipe, noose around his neck. Pulling, pulling, pulley system, pulling him until he's dangling, toes an inch off the ground.

[hamburellakind]

John's backed up against the wall. His hands are shaking and even if it's Dave, Dave, he wants a weapon. He had one, didn't he? But oh, there it is by the door. Zillyhoo Too. Where he dropped it.

Shit.

"Dave...Dave, this isn't...you don't do this. You aren't a wolf." His voice sounds breathy, which might be funny or ironic in some other situation. But right now he hates it. He sounds weak and unconvincing and that's not what Dave needs. It isn't what he needs either. "Please."

[urnewkingbitch]

He keeps approaching, stopping only inches away from the somewhat defenseless boy. The way he begs for life brings amusement to him. Dave almost laughs at the irony: the Heir of Breath, breathless with fear. How the mighty have fallen!

"Really? I wouldn't do this?" Dave shakes his head, mockingly baffled at such an assumption. "Unlike you, Egbert, I'm not perfect. Not even a hero."

Coldly, the blond slashes at John's legs, as casual as taking a walk in the park. Getting away will certainly be a chore for the kid.

This one he wants to drag out and enjoy. How he's been waiting for this.

"Really, bro, I didn't think you'd be that thick. I want to do this. Do you even know why?"

[hamburellakind]

John groans, falling to the ground in an awkward feet. He props himself up against the wall, doing his best to scuffle away, the feeling of being cornered overwhelming, suffocating.

It takes a few seconds for the pain to truly register. It makes his stomach churn even harder. It makes it hard to concentrate on what to say because wow, shit hurts, and he doesn't know how to deal with the fact that Dave was the one caused it.

The fact is, he has no idea why Dave would want to hurt him. All he can say as his eyes start to water from the pain (he's not crying!!!) is this: "You're not a bad person."

[urnewkingbitch]

He kneels down before the boy kid former best friend, intense red eyes fixed on him.

"Not a bad person, he says." Dave shakes his head again. "Fuckin' hopeless, you always were."

The Knight stands up, idly drawing a shallow cut on John's stomach, almost like a painter adding a few touches onto his masterpiece.

"You've got no idea, not a fuckin' clue, the amount of pain and hell I go through to keep your sorry ass alive. Seems to me like that's all I've ever been good for. Shit, even Rose is a better Hero than I am."

He tilts his head, tracing the line over and over, making the cut deeper and deeper and redder and redder, stopping only when it's deep enough to satisfy Terezi, but not enough to kill him. Red plus blue makes purple.

"You said once for me to step outta Bro's shadow," Dave continues as if having a perfectly normal conversation, "Well, he ain't the only shadow I've been livin' in. Didn't you know that?"

He snorts in derision. "Probably not. Guess we're not as close as you thought, huh?"

[hamburellakind]

It's really hard not to start sobbing now. He's scared and in pain, pain that keeps getting worse. He's biting his lip to keep quiet. His hands reach up to Dave's shoulders and suddenly, blinking away tears, he realizes Dave's not wearing his glasses.

This isn't Dave. The things he's saying-- maybe Dave thought them, maybe he needed to get them out. But this is not Dave.

He shakes his head sharply. "You're lying..."

[turn4bout]

The noose doesn't make a sound as it slips around John's throat. There's still room to breathe; she's left it loose for now. But her fingers follow quickly after, resting lightly on the rope.

"We'll never lie. Not to you, not to each other." Terezi's voice is strong, powerful, unyielding, and she leaves trails of red across his shoulders.

So soft, so gently, so contrary to her justice, she caresses his face with one hand while adjusting the noose around his neck.

"This is your trial, John Egbert. How do you plea?"

[urnewkingbitch]

The blond moves the tip of his blade to prick lightly at where John's heart is. Guilty or not, he'll end John's life. With Terezi. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Dave won't let him get away, the elusive Heir.

"She's right, bro. We're not the liars here. Question is, are you?"

[hamburellakind]

If there's pain now, he can't be sure he's feeling it. He can see the blood, he can see the sword sticking out of his chest. But everything feels dizzy and numb. Everything feels off.

"I don't know what you mean..." His fingers trace down the blade wedged between his ribs, they touch Dave's wrist. "What are you guys talking about?"

Dave's face is blurry, Terezi's hand is melting into his cheek. But he can feel Dave's hand and so he holds on, clutching at it, afraid but not sure why.

"Dave, I feel sick."

[turn4bout]

"He feels sick because he can't face his crimes." She whispers it into his cheek, giggling slightly. Trials are serious business, of course, but one can still have a little fun.

"He's lying at his own trial." It's directed to Dave. "Perjury. Punishable by death, at the very least. Can you think of any more crimes?"

[urnewkingbitch]

"Probably would've assaulted us or run away from the law." Dave hums to himself in thought. "I don't know, TZ, how do you feel about him callin' me a liar?"

The blond completely ignores the hand on his.

"Just think about it as sleepin' for a long time, Egbert. You'll get better if you think of it like that."

[hamburellakind]

"D'v'rezi..."

Things taste dark and he can't quite hear what they're saying. He thinks he hears someone talk about sleeping and gosh, he's so tired, right? That's what this is? He's dozing off...

His hand grips at something, trying to pull himself awake enough to at least get to a bed, because isn't this silly, falling asleep upright? He should lay down...

"S'eep..."

[turn4bout]

"Shhhhh," right against his cheek as she tightens the noose, cutting off all oxygen. It's time for the kind sleep of justice.

"You've done wrong, but we'll fix that. We'll make you good again. Just sleep, Egbert. Just sleep."

[urnewkingbitch]

Dave takes out his sword, wiping the blood on John's too fucking blue shirt.

"So. Store somewhere him in my room? Can't risk that God Tier revival shit actually happenin'."