[Homestuck] Color Coordination
Title: Color Coordination
Fandom: Homestuck
Author: inksmears
Characters/Pairings: Dave/Jade
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: G
Summary: Have you ever noticed, that I'm not acting as I use to do before?
Author's Notes: N/A
He doesn't even remember the how or the why of the conversation logistics that led him here. In the end it doesn't really matter. He's here, wearing his cool suit, and she's here too, wearing a fancy green dress he's never seen her in before. It has sparkles and everything and she calls it something weird like her '3 in the Morning Dress'. He has no idea what she's talking about but he gives her his arm either way and they dance.
But it's better outside in the cool night air. The stars are flickers of light in the distance and the moon is full, illuminating the gardens in fluorescent light. Cicadas and other insects chirp incessantly, close by but forever out of sight among the trees and the leaves surrounding the small stone walkway. It twists through the garden which clearly hasn't been kept or seen human visitors in years. Everything is overgrown and even weeds are twisting their way free from the cracks in the path they're walking on. She keeps darting ahead to peer through the bushes to see if there's another path to explore. He nags her to stay by his side but she doesn't listen, of course. They walk on, chattering idly about all sorts of mundane and ironic things. She always laughs at his jokes (as she should, that shit is funny) and he likes to listen to the sound. He likes to listen to every noise she makes. She could talk about the goddamn cracks in the sidewalk and she would have his undivided attention.
When they reach the center there's a fountain bubbling with water that looks like it's seen better days. Moss covers it and there's a stone statue of a lion beside it that's so covered in moss it looks like the shape was cut from a bush instead. She immediately hops up onto the fountain's narrow rim, using the lion to lift herself, and she balances carefully with her arms outstretched on either side. He tells her not to do that because she is the most clumsy person he has ever met next to John. She will probably fall into that nasty water and soil her special dress, he tells her. She laughs at him, features outlined only by moonlight, and dances to the faint music coming from the mansion far behind them.
He shoves his hands into his pockets and pretends he isn't even watching her. He's not watching every step her feet make (how does she even move in those heels?) or the way her arms wave about. He doesn't pay attention to the flick of her wrists, the way her skirt bellows out in furls around her knees or how her fluffy hair twirls weightlessly with each spin. He's not memorizing the details about the way she smiles or how brightly green her eyes are behind her round lensed glasses or even those weird, brightly colorful bands around her fingers. He definitely isn't doing any of those things.
As he predicted she suddenly missteps, foot jutting out over the murky water in the fountain like she's about to step off the ledge. She squeaks in surprise and for a moment windmills her arms in a vain attempt to prevent the fall. She titters and the only escape from a plunge into the water is to launch herself backwards and away from the fountain, which she does. She falls backwards and his arms thrust out instinctively to catch her. He does, of course, because he's Dave motherfucking Strider and catching falling girls is just part of the job. She settles easily in his arms, bridal style, and clutches the front of his fancy suit with her calloused fingers. She giggles and their close proximity allows him to see her face redden and her sheepish smile. He definitely doesn't think how cute that is. She feels so light and small and suddenly fragile in his arms and he has a ridiculous thought that he might accidentally break her.
Her hands suddenly lift and brush against his face. He feels them curl around the sides of his sunglasses (because of course he's wearing them, it doesn't matter if it's nighttime) and he protests immediately. But she's too fast, too devious, too cute and off they go. He must've made a strange, slightly apprehensive and more than a little uncertain face because she laughs and tells him not to make that face. What face? There is no face. Clearly she's imagining it and oh my god can he have those back now please and thank you. He sets her down on her feet and demands them to be returned to their rightful owner, but she sticks them on her head instead and looks absolutely ridiculous, giggling all the while. She won't give them back, she says, because she wants to look at his face without them.
He knows it's a fine face, of course, but his eyes bother him. They've always bothered him. They just don't seem right so he keeps them out of sight. But she likes them because the color suits him. That's what she says. Red compliments green and vice versa, right? That's what she asks.
He smiles despite himself and gives her the faintest kiss against her forehead.
Hr does it only so he can snatch the sunglasses back when she's distracted, though. There's absolutely no other reason.
But they both know that's a lie.
Fandom: Homestuck
Author: inksmears
Characters/Pairings: Dave/Jade
Genre: Fluff/Romance
Rating: G
Summary: Have you ever noticed, that I'm not acting as I use to do before?
Author's Notes: N/A
He doesn't even remember the how or the why of the conversation logistics that led him here. In the end it doesn't really matter. He's here, wearing his cool suit, and she's here too, wearing a fancy green dress he's never seen her in before. It has sparkles and everything and she calls it something weird like her '3 in the Morning Dress'. He has no idea what she's talking about but he gives her his arm either way and they dance.
But it's better outside in the cool night air. The stars are flickers of light in the distance and the moon is full, illuminating the gardens in fluorescent light. Cicadas and other insects chirp incessantly, close by but forever out of sight among the trees and the leaves surrounding the small stone walkway. It twists through the garden which clearly hasn't been kept or seen human visitors in years. Everything is overgrown and even weeds are twisting their way free from the cracks in the path they're walking on. She keeps darting ahead to peer through the bushes to see if there's another path to explore. He nags her to stay by his side but she doesn't listen, of course. They walk on, chattering idly about all sorts of mundane and ironic things. She always laughs at his jokes (as she should, that shit is funny) and he likes to listen to the sound. He likes to listen to every noise she makes. She could talk about the goddamn cracks in the sidewalk and she would have his undivided attention.
When they reach the center there's a fountain bubbling with water that looks like it's seen better days. Moss covers it and there's a stone statue of a lion beside it that's so covered in moss it looks like the shape was cut from a bush instead. She immediately hops up onto the fountain's narrow rim, using the lion to lift herself, and she balances carefully with her arms outstretched on either side. He tells her not to do that because she is the most clumsy person he has ever met next to John. She will probably fall into that nasty water and soil her special dress, he tells her. She laughs at him, features outlined only by moonlight, and dances to the faint music coming from the mansion far behind them.
He shoves his hands into his pockets and pretends he isn't even watching her. He's not watching every step her feet make (how does she even move in those heels?) or the way her arms wave about. He doesn't pay attention to the flick of her wrists, the way her skirt bellows out in furls around her knees or how her fluffy hair twirls weightlessly with each spin. He's not memorizing the details about the way she smiles or how brightly green her eyes are behind her round lensed glasses or even those weird, brightly colorful bands around her fingers. He definitely isn't doing any of those things.
As he predicted she suddenly missteps, foot jutting out over the murky water in the fountain like she's about to step off the ledge. She squeaks in surprise and for a moment windmills her arms in a vain attempt to prevent the fall. She titters and the only escape from a plunge into the water is to launch herself backwards and away from the fountain, which she does. She falls backwards and his arms thrust out instinctively to catch her. He does, of course, because he's Dave motherfucking Strider and catching falling girls is just part of the job. She settles easily in his arms, bridal style, and clutches the front of his fancy suit with her calloused fingers. She giggles and their close proximity allows him to see her face redden and her sheepish smile. He definitely doesn't think how cute that is. She feels so light and small and suddenly fragile in his arms and he has a ridiculous thought that he might accidentally break her.
Her hands suddenly lift and brush against his face. He feels them curl around the sides of his sunglasses (because of course he's wearing them, it doesn't matter if it's nighttime) and he protests immediately. But she's too fast, too devious, too cute and off they go. He must've made a strange, slightly apprehensive and more than a little uncertain face because she laughs and tells him not to make that face. What face? There is no face. Clearly she's imagining it and oh my god can he have those back now please and thank you. He sets her down on her feet and demands them to be returned to their rightful owner, but she sticks them on her head instead and looks absolutely ridiculous, giggling all the while. She won't give them back, she says, because she wants to look at his face without them.
He knows it's a fine face, of course, but his eyes bother him. They've always bothered him. They just don't seem right so he keeps them out of sight. But she likes them because the color suits him. That's what she says. Red compliments green and vice versa, right? That's what she asks.
He smiles despite himself and gives her the faintest kiss against her forehead.
Hr does it only so he can snatch the sunglasses back when she's distracted, though. There's absolutely no other reason.
But they both know that's a lie.