Ginger Glasses

Summary: It’s after the game, Terezi just finished rebuilding her hive. Dave comes to see.

Rating: General Audiences~

Pairing: Dave and Terezi <3

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Pairing: Dave and John

Ratings: General Audiences~

Summary: I listened to some songs. And then this shit happened.

1. The Moment I Said It - Imogen Heap

John stared quietly at the boy sitting next to him on the fire escape. City lights flashed under their feet and somewhere far below them a girl was laughing. The night sky was stretched above their heads like a thick black curtain that absorbed the neon lights being thrown towards it by various clubs. Dave started to get up, his shades reflecting John’s own face back at him as the Knight looked over. His lips were a pale line and he was silent as the boy maneuvered himself back through the window.

John held his knees a little closer to his chest as he heard the front door slam. He had broken the one rule. Smashed it into a million pieces. Two words had ruined their arrangement. Their current way of easy, stringless living.

“Stay, tonight.”

2. Broken - Lifehouse

Dave looked down at his feet, his shades starting to slide down the bridge of his nose. A poorly colored sword fell from slack fingers and made an echoing clatter on the ground. There was a broken body in front of him, wrapped in blue. The Knight knelt, his legs wobbling as he tried to lean closer.

“John…”

The word was weak. Small, compared to the amount of things that he’d wanted to say. Red eyes closed behind black glasses, trying to prevent the tears from falling. Calloused fingers dug into black jeans. I’m not gonna fucking cry over something like this. I knew we weren’t gonna make it out alive. Why the fuck am I crying. Why-

“Dave?”

Dave’s eyes opened wide, a tear escaping from the edges. The voice was dry, reedy, just barely there in the oppressive silence of the dead. He searched the dead boy’s face, waiting for his hope to be cut to ribbons when he saw John’s chest rise ever so faintly. Blue eyes behind broken glasses fluttered open and looked around unfocused for a moment. They settled on Dave.

“Woah. You actually do wear shades…” There was that voice again. It was nothing like what Dave had expected John to sound like. It was too high, too… empty. John tried to laugh, but it sounded like a choke so he stopped. He smiled instead, beads of blood forming on his lips when the dry skin cracked. Dave tried to clear his throat.

“Damn straight. A girl’s got to look her best.” The tear dripped off of the blonde’s chin and landed on John’s cheek.

“Woah, are you… crying? What’s wrong…” John’s eyes were getting fuzzy, and every time he blinked they stayed closed just a little bit longer.

“Nothin’, bro. I just miss you already and all that shit. You know, getting ready for the long distance relationship again.”

John looked at him weird for a moment. “You’re so weird… Hey, Dave?”

“Sup?” Dave sniffled a little, trying to cover it up with a quiet cough.

“I’m really tired. I’m… just gonna take a nap, okay? Don’t leave… until I wake up.” The Heir pinned him with his summer sky gaze as he said it. Dave swallowed a sob.

“Sure thing.”

“And Dave?”

“Yes?”

John smiled again, his hand flopping out to gently hit Dave’s and rest there.

“You’re so lame… kidding.”

3. Bloodstream - Stateless

Dave perched atop a rooftop, watching himself talk to to John. Watched John laugh. Watched himself almost smile. He turned away, floating a few inches above the roof as he tried to coil his orange tail beneath him. He couldn’t stand to watch John, anymore.

His eyes closed and he brought his wings in close around him, remembering a time when John had wanted to cement their friendship and be ‘biological brothers, dave. it’ll be so cool! we’ll be real bros!’ He had wanted them to do the stupid thing where each party cuts their hand and then the cuts are pressed together. But they were too far away to actually do that, and so John had settled for matching scars. Dave had joked and held up his index finger when they opened up the webcam. It was a papercut. John had looked pissed off and held up his left hand, cocooned in white gauze all over the palm. Their chat hadn’t been much longer than that, and John was mad that Dave hadn’t done the same.

Now, alone and listening to John’s laugh hit his back like a whip, Dave looked at his left palm. Stared at the diagonal scar so deep that he’d gone to the emergency room for it, and wondered what would happen if he finally told John what he’d done.

4. Slow Me Down - Emmy Rossum

Dave watched passively as the fabric of time warped and changed around him, landing in each place for only one moment before hopping to the next. Everything was a blur of colors and sound. A birthday, a murder, a room full of people laughing, a pile of dead bodies, heat, snow. His foot touched tile just briefly, and he was about to leave again when a hand caught his shirt. Dave felt a second tick by loudly, loud in the way a sudden silence is nearly deafening. He turned to see John holding onto the fabric of his shirt, a horribly sad smile on his lips.

“I almost missed you.”

5. Headlock - Imogen Heap

John lay on Dave’s couch, looking up at the ceiling fan going around and around. Past the fan, the ceiling changed into his bedroom in a very Inception-esque upside down gravity force. His blank eyes turned toward Dave, who sat on the floor holding an xbox controller and was desperately trying to beat his brother’s high score, yet again. John sighed loudly, the force of the breath actually ruffling Dave’s hair with only a tiny bit of help from his windy thing. The Knight snorted.

“Sup, bro?”

“Nothing.”

Dave paused the game and tilted his head back, looking at John upside down.

“You’re so moody. It’s like living with a chick who’s constantly on the rag.”

“Hey, hey hey. Don’t compare to a girl who’s uhm… you know.”

“Doing the bleeding thing?”

John looked away, Dave snickered.

“Sorry, your highness.”

“Oh, shut up.” John sighed again.

This time Dave looked at him seriously for a moment, and the Heir raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“I worry about you sometimes.”

“What the hell do you mean?”

“Well, you look half dead half the time.” He cracked a smile.

John couldn’t help but return it. “Laaaaaaaame!”

6. Fireflies - Owl City

John dragged Dave by the hand up the long flight of stairs that spiraled inside the tallest tower of the Land of Wind and Shade.

“What the hell are you even trying to show me, Egbert?”

“The fireflies, Dave!”

“Are we talking little bugs here or the kind I would not believe my eyes about?”

“The little bugs, duh. What even are you talking about?”

“The song, John. I’d like to make myself believe that planet earth turns slowly, it’s hard to say that I’d rather stay awake when I haven’t slept in three goddamn days and you’re taking me to see fireflies.”

“Dave, it’ll be worth it. I swear.”

John flashed him a blinding smile as they finally reached the top of the staircase and were let out onto a small balcony overlooking a long stretch of land and oil.

“I don’t see any-“

“Shhh!” John covered Dave’s mouth and turned his head out to look.

Slowly, thousands of tiny pinpoints of light began to glow and move. It was like a live action version of Starry Night and it was enough to shut Dave up, his mouth falling open just a little. John let him go and just grinned like his face was going to crack, letting out a giggle when a firefly came to land on his nose, gently illuminating his face. Dave watched him in quiet wonder.

“You would not believe your eyes.” John sang gently, the end tapering into a laugh as he saw Dave raise an eyebrow and smile in just the smallest, most perfect way.