[It is frustratingly easy to kiss Connor, again. It doesn't feel weird at all like Dave might have expected it would. All of the things left unsaid can stay left unsaid and remain unaddressed long after this.
The first wave of relief pales in comparison to the one that washes over Dave now. He's grateful for the swell of the music because it muffles the sound of a relieved sigh. Connor is, in more ways than one, a tall fucking drink of water.
Dave reaches up tp slip a hand gently over Connor's neck to rest in his hair, which is a fleeting desire he's had from time to time. He's not much of a participant in it, initially, but as Connor channels power into him he starts to wake up into the moment. He knits his hand into his hair and deepens the kiss, craving more of the contact between them.
It's all a confusing jumble of a genuine connection he feels with Connor and one that is driven by a need and nothing more. The lines blur more and more as it continues, with some urgency in the back of his mind both because he's fighting to keep getting further and further away from death and because he feels aware that there's some reason he wants to keep this brief. Can't imagine why, at this point.
His breathing is less ragged but still urgent when he pulls back, visibly disoriented from the rush of synchrony. He breathes out a name that is very familiar to him and probably only vaguely familiar to Connor.]
Karkat.
[It's so faint, but it sounds so fucking loud to him and the tips of his ears turn pink again as he feels cold, awkward embarrassment tip over him.]
Ah.. Shit. Sorry. [In fairness, he sounds desperately tired.]
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The first wave of relief pales in comparison to the one that washes over Dave now. He's grateful for the swell of the music because it muffles the sound of a relieved sigh. Connor is, in more ways than one, a tall fucking drink of water.
Dave reaches up tp slip a hand gently over Connor's neck to rest in his hair, which is a fleeting desire he's had from time to time. He's not much of a participant in it, initially, but as Connor channels power into him he starts to wake up into the moment. He knits his hand into his hair and deepens the kiss, craving more of the contact between them.
It's all a confusing jumble of a genuine connection he feels with Connor and one that is driven by a need and nothing more. The lines blur more and more as it continues, with some urgency in the back of his mind both because he's fighting to keep getting further and further away from death and because he feels aware that there's some reason he wants to keep this brief. Can't imagine why, at this point.
His breathing is less ragged but still urgent when he pulls back, visibly disoriented from the rush of synchrony. He breathes out a name that is very familiar to him and probably only vaguely familiar to Connor.]
Karkat.
[It's so faint, but it sounds so fucking loud to him and the tips of his ears turn pink again as he feels cold, awkward embarrassment tip over him.]
Ah.. Shit. Sorry. [In fairness, he sounds desperately tired.]