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[ Homestuck // Gamzee + Karkat ]
Gamzee would bring home wildflowers, in bunches and bundles, much to Karkat’s irritation. There would be days where he would come home – exhausted, because being a leader was hard, hard work, and the nook-sucker would be there, filling his room with none other than the mutant wildflowers that existed on the fields sloping towards the beach.
It was not the flowers themselves that were awful. Other than Karkat’s allergy problem, which made it impossible to keep from sneezing the first hour he was home, the flowers were quite lovely in their decadent pastels of blue, green, pink, purple. The problem lied more in the reasons Gamzee had plucked the flowers, gathering them on his way home from the foggy beach, waves crashing behind him as he trudged up the hill, eyes glued to the ground.
Karkat figures that’s when he sees them, blinking tears from his eyes to find an explosion of color, their happy faces too much to bear. In destroying their happiness, he brightens his own.
Every time Karkat saw those flowers, there followed a sober image of Gamzee sitting on the edge of the dock, staring at the sea for some sign, some bubble of the water, a lusus who might never return home. And always, always a frown upon his face, a person displaced, broken. When Gamzee brought back these flowers, this image burned on his retinas, and in-between the relentless sneezing, Karkat melted, his irritation giving way to sinful happiness.
When Gamzee filled the room with wildflowers – only Karkat’s, never his own – Gamzee was home at last, with someone who loved him. How could Karkat be mad at that?
oH my GOODD /screamingggg
s;dkrgerg so CUTE UGH god urge to draw gamkar with flowers or something FUuUCKKK <333 my OtP TEARSS