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[March 4] [Homestuck] Heat-Haze
Title: Heat-Haze
Day/Theme: Mar 4th – a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it
Fandom: Homestuck
Character/Pairing: Dave, Bro / DaveJohn
Rating: PG-13
The heat blazed on a day like this. Summer was in full force. The heat bouncing on the concrete bellow – causing the ground to heat up and refract. People avoided stepping out into the hellish heat and if they did, they sought out shade as soon as possible. Title:
Day/Theme: Mar 4th – a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it
Fandom: Homestuck
Character/Pairing: Dave, Bro / DaveJohn
Rating:
The heat blazed on a day like this. Summer was in full force. The heat bouncing on the concrete bellow – causing the ground to heat up and refract. People avoided stepping out into the hellish heat and if they did, the sought out shade as soon as possible. Kids roamed to ice cream shoppes, indulging in the summer treat in the luxury of an air conditioned building.
Just the thought of going to get ice cream frustrated Dave Strider even more.
He could be chilling in his room with a popsicle right now. Instead, here he was – on the rooftop.
Sweat clung to his skin, making him feel clammy and overall unpleasant. He furrowed his brow and cursed as his bro dove toward him – sword ready and poised.
They clashed and clanged, the heat beating down on them both. Dave cursed as he made a misstep, his mind in a jumble before it was too late.
He hissed as Bro's sword nicked him on the side – blood beginning to spurt.
Bro cursed and dropped his sword immediately, rusheing towards his brother, who now was on his knees, holding onto the bleeding wound.
“C'mon.” whispered Bro as he grabbed Dave by the arm - helping him up.
Dave nodded, following his Bro down the stairs. The pain was barely noticeable really. His mind was too busy to even think about it.
Bro flipped on the bathroom light and pointed to the toilet, instructing Dave to sit. Dave did so silently, his eyes intent on keeping on the floor. He examined the black and white checkered floor as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
Anything was better than having to look at Bro's face. It would result in his downfall if he did.
The sound of the first aid kit hitting the sink made him flinch but he awaited his bro to get things ready.
Suddenly, the sight of his bro's hands were before him – holding a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic. Dave hissed when the little white ball batted against his wound.
“Fucking hurts!”
Bro chortled. “Listen to you,” he shook his head. “Acting like a little baby over some alcohol when the strike didn't even faze you.”
Dave snorted, twitching as Bro dabbed at his wound before he reached for some numbing agent. “Haven't had to stitch you up in awhile, lil man.”
“Yeah I know. I'm sorry.”
Bro spread the numbing gel around the wound and gently over the sterilized area before reaching for the first aid needle. He shrugged and began to sterilize it. He placed a comforting hand on Dave's knee, squeezing slightly as he pressed the needle into his brother's numbed flesh.
Dave croaked in a pained whisper. “I'm gay.”
Bro pulled the needle through, beginning his stitch. “Yeah? Tell me something I don't know.”
Dave resisted the urge to snort. Of course Bro knew that. He winced as he vaguely felt a pinching sensation as Bro stitched him up. He liked to pretend the burning feeling behind his eyes was from the needle as he murmured to his Bro again. “John isn't.”
The hand on his knee clenched slightly, squeezing gently before he finished the final stitch. He snipped it off and patted Dave before leaving him to his thoughts.
The pat held more than a “good job” in it. It was a comforting pat – one that sympathized with Dave. His Bro knew Dave had to sacrifice his own feelings to be around John.
He'd never be able to express his feelings with the fear of John totally rejecting him. Maybe one day he'd be able to... but for now, he could pretend he only wanted John as his friend.
Even if it hurt him to do so.
Day/Theme: Mar 4th – a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it
Fandom: Homestuck
Character/Pairing: Dave, Bro / DaveJohn
Rating: PG-13
The heat blazed on a day like this. Summer was in full force. The heat bouncing on the concrete bellow – causing the ground to heat up and refract. People avoided stepping out into the hellish heat and if they did, they sought out shade as soon as possible. Title:
Day/Theme: Mar 4th – a thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it
Fandom: Homestuck
Character/Pairing: Dave, Bro / DaveJohn
Rating:
The heat blazed on a day like this. Summer was in full force. The heat bouncing on the concrete bellow – causing the ground to heat up and refract. People avoided stepping out into the hellish heat and if they did, the sought out shade as soon as possible. Kids roamed to ice cream shoppes, indulging in the summer treat in the luxury of an air conditioned building.
Just the thought of going to get ice cream frustrated Dave Strider even more.
He could be chilling in his room with a popsicle right now. Instead, here he was – on the rooftop.
Sweat clung to his skin, making him feel clammy and overall unpleasant. He furrowed his brow and cursed as his bro dove toward him – sword ready and poised.
They clashed and clanged, the heat beating down on them both. Dave cursed as he made a misstep, his mind in a jumble before it was too late.
He hissed as Bro's sword nicked him on the side – blood beginning to spurt.
Bro cursed and dropped his sword immediately, rusheing towards his brother, who now was on his knees, holding onto the bleeding wound.
“C'mon.” whispered Bro as he grabbed Dave by the arm - helping him up.
Dave nodded, following his Bro down the stairs. The pain was barely noticeable really. His mind was too busy to even think about it.
Bro flipped on the bathroom light and pointed to the toilet, instructing Dave to sit. Dave did so silently, his eyes intent on keeping on the floor. He examined the black and white checkered floor as if it were the most fascinating thing in the world.
Anything was better than having to look at Bro's face. It would result in his downfall if he did.
The sound of the first aid kit hitting the sink made him flinch but he awaited his bro to get things ready.
Suddenly, the sight of his bro's hands were before him – holding a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic. Dave hissed when the little white ball batted against his wound.
“Fucking hurts!”
Bro chortled. “Listen to you,” he shook his head. “Acting like a little baby over some alcohol when the strike didn't even faze you.”
Dave snorted, twitching as Bro dabbed at his wound before he reached for some numbing agent. “Haven't had to stitch you up in awhile, lil man.”
“Yeah I know. I'm sorry.”
Bro spread the numbing gel around the wound and gently over the sterilized area before reaching for the first aid needle. He shrugged and began to sterilize it. He placed a comforting hand on Dave's knee, squeezing slightly as he pressed the needle into his brother's numbed flesh.
Dave croaked in a pained whisper. “I'm gay.”
Bro pulled the needle through, beginning his stitch. “Yeah? Tell me something I don't know.”
Dave resisted the urge to snort. Of course Bro knew that. He winced as he vaguely felt a pinching sensation as Bro stitched him up. He liked to pretend the burning feeling behind his eyes was from the needle as he murmured to his Bro again. “John isn't.”
The hand on his knee clenched slightly, squeezing gently before he finished the final stitch. He snipped it off and patted Dave before leaving him to his thoughts.
The pat held more than a “good job” in it. It was a comforting pat – one that sympathized with Dave. His Bro knew Dave had to sacrifice his own feelings to be around John.
He'd never be able to express his feelings with the fear of John totally rejecting him. Maybe one day he'd be able to... but for now, he could pretend he only wanted John as his friend.
Even if it hurt him to do so.