Spreading a Little Terror | First level, west side or second level

[makaracles]

[Even the most stable of people couldn't be expected to handle what Gamzee's had to deal with for the past few weeks and come out of it calm and sane, and Gamzee has never been really anchored in reality as it is. A few days of being chased by wraiths, finding out he'd attacked his moirail and hurt him badly, and then a week of being terrorized by

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First level because Asato still doesn't get the second level at allll

[walksonrooftops]

[The ribika is just trotting down the street as night falls, equally comfortable in the dark as he is in the light of daytime. Out of instinct and respect for the strict rules of his village still engraved in his brain, he hides his presence, stifling his energy, calming his thoughts, silencing and softening his footsteps. He moves through the streets like a ghost now, though he doesn't even realize he's doing it

[makaracles]

[The troll leans over, and carefully, tenderly, even sweetly runs his tongue along one side of Asato's face, then the other, as he screams himself hoarse. Then he kisses the other male lightly on the forehead, his smile distant and beatific, and rises to his feet, leaving the ribika on the ground.]

[walksonrooftops]

[Once Gamzee lets him go, his screams quiet to whimpers as he rolls over, knees drawn up to his chest in a fetal position. Embarrassing or not, he finds himself softly pleading for his long-dead mother. There's nothing else. He can't feel, he can't think. He can only lay in a whimpering heap on the ground as the troll takes his leave.]