You are Sollux Captor and you are six solar sweeps. The two loves of your life, Aradia Megido and Feferi Peixes, have both been murdered directly and indirectly because of you.
In a last ditch effort to keep the last person that matter to you, Karkat Vantas, you have blinded him and abused him into submission.
You're sure that he won't leave.
(win’s sollux blog
how do you expect me to keep up with this rp if you keep rping when i’m not at home
also, idk what’s going on in it, i’m about to read it, but just so you know, sollux set the lab to go onto lock down mode)
2:02 pm • 19 November 2011
project log | 19th biilunar periigee of the 11th light 2eason’2 equiinox
kk ha2 been mi2behaviing more than u2ual
ii thiink he got out of hii2 room agaiin but ii cant be 2ure nor can ii be bothered wiith iit riight now
iim ju2t reached a poiint where the project is funtiioniing wiith miiniimal u2e of lab technology
iive attached the ocular orb2 two the 2tem and am lettiing the p2iioniic2 do mo2t of the work for now
the 2en2or2 have piicked up movement iin the far room2
iit 2eem2 kk ha2 traveled a liittle two far curiiou2 little grub wiill get hiim2elf culled one day actiing liike thii2
iill go check iit out but on the off chance iit2 that 2tupiid other me come to take hiim iill 2et the lock down to 2hut down the lab 2hould ii not over riide iit iin 2everal miinute2
//lock down 2equence iiniitiiated 00|12||59
10:48 am • 19 November 2011
>Karkat: Be ill.
You are just barely awake as he whispers, you do wake so easily now when you aren’t under medicinal influence, and you can’t help but feel a little bitter about being called stupid. But then again, that is what you’ve become, isn’t it? Your genius was wasted away when you started that stupid game, and whatever remained of it was beaten out of you when Sollux went crazy. He’s crazy. That’s right. He’s not safe for you anymore, as you are well reminded with every scar his hands brush over, every bone you count, every time you throw up because you ate too much, even if it was only a little. You can’t count how many times he’s betrayed the trust you put in him. But this is too good to pass up, so you stay silent. Obedient. But after tonight, hopefully, it will be over. Of course you won’t say a word about it to him, though.
You continue to bathe him, getting the soap and scrubbing the grime from his form. You’re not sure how deep in slumber he is, so you keep the conversation to yourself and instead pick up a light tune. Humming the wriggler song in the back of your throat. It isn’t long before your hands are moving against his body with the tune, your body rocking slowly.
Brushing your hand through his hair, you ease his head back. You grab a cup and begin to wet it, taking care to keep it out of his face. As he tilts his head, that long neck is so tempting to you; you lean forward and take his throat into your mouth, a gentle action that’s between an open mouthed kiss and a soft bite. You don’t put a lot of pressure, it probably won’t even turn red, you just can’t help yourself. You leave one hand in his hair, the other squeezing the towel below the water.
5:18 pm • 17 November 2011 • 14 notes
>Karkat: Be ill.
The warmth of the water is welcome on your skin, the tickle of it against your chest and the feeling of your odd gills taking it in draws a long sigh from somewhere in the depth of your gut. You are so glad you waited. “It feels so good.” You’re almost whispering, your voice hoarse and shaky. The gentle rubbing feels a little odd against the scars littering your skin, but it’s welcome anyway. You nod off for a second, your head bowing slightly and body going even more slack than it was before.
As he dozes, you produce a wash cloth and soak it beginning to wash him. He’s like a little doll. You smile gentle as you lift his arms to touch and cleans every part of him. Mapping out every ridge of bone and raised scar. He’s not soft anymore, not safe, no longer a grub. He’s worn. Used. Yours.
"Oh kk, oh kk," you coo, washing his face of drool and blood and tears. "My poor thtupid grubby."
4:56 pm • 17 November 2011 • 14 notes
project log | 17th biilunar periigee of the 11th light 2eason’2 equiinox
my attempt2 two re2tore fuctiion two the optiical orb2 ha2 thu2 far been 2uce22ful
wiith the u2e of pii2oniic2 a2 well a2 what iive collected from around the lab ii feel that ii can get them workiing agaiin wiith a few more day2 of 2oliid work
kk ha2 fallen iill however and ii wiill have two delay my work untiil he ii2 well
kk ha2 been gettiing two re2tle22
iive been con2iideriing giiviing hiim freedom two move around the lab a biit
po22iibly giive hiim 2ome chore2 two do 2o he doe2nt 2iit around talkiing two people he doe2nt know but thiink they know better than ii do
the bodiie2 are 2tartiing to 2tiink anyway
4:49 pm • 17 November 2011
>Karkat: Be ill.
The prospect of an actual coon, with slime and everything, to sleep in is invigorating to your tired brain, and combined with how gentle he’s being, you’re almost ready to sleep now. But you have a nice warm bath to look forward to. “Yes…yes thank you so much.” You crane your neck and place a soft kiss on his neck, unsure yourself where it landed. The scabs and dryness don’t even really matter. You’re just glad he loves you. You press your face into the curve between his neck and shoulder, a smile still ghosted on your mouth. That bath mus be terribly full by now, it’s been running so long.
You lift him up and take him to the ablution trap. Settling him gentle in the water first, you reach over to the tap and turn it off. “There you go,” you breath gently. “How doeth that feel?”
You shift your position so you can sit closer to him. The water’s warm but not too hot; his skin is too marred and thin for you to risk burning him. You wet your hand and rub his arm.
4:32 pm • 17 November 2011 • 14 notes
>Karkat: Be ill.
His kind words draw a smile from you. You’re glad you haven’t been bad lately, you have tried so hard to make it up to him for whatever it was you had done when you blacked out. You don’t move from your place on the floor, sitting naked on the cool tile. The gentle rush of water is soothing, and it looks so inviting. But you wait, like a good boy. “Thank you. I love you.” You say this without thinking. You’re so used to just saying it when he makes you, or when he silently wills you to. You’ve never said it on your own before. It kind of makes you feel good. You should say it on your own more often.
And your heart melts. “Oh kk,” you breath, pulling him into your lap. “I love you too.” You kiss his forehead gently.
You sigh and nuzzle your nose against his hair line. “You’re going to need a lot of coonretht. I’ll keep you in my block tho I can watch you - would you like that?”
7:57 pm • 15 November 2011 • 14 notes
>Karkat: Be ill.
You do your best to nod while you try to stop the blood dripping from your nose, using your sleeve as a towel and not even caring. And you know the water will feel so good on those weird mutant gills of yours, you couldn’t resist if you tried. “Yes, please, please, thank you so much…” Your words jumble together slightly, quiet and slurred. You don’t even mind the slightly bumpy travel up to the block. You just thank your lucky stars, all the millions of them around you, that he’s being so kind to you. Who knows, if you’re especially good, he might even give you fresh clothes to wear!
Once you reach the ablution block, you lay him on the floor and turn to the trap to run the water. “You poor thing,” you whisper gently. “You look terrible. I think you’re overdue for thith.”
You bend down next to him and strip him slowly. “You haven’t been bad in awhile,” you praise, offering him a gentle smile. You slip off his shirt and tisk. “I’ll get theth cleaned and thrunk up for you too.”
7:42 pm • 15 November 2011 • 14 notes
>Karkat: Be ill.
You almost fall when the door opens. If Sollux hadn’t caught you, your head would have made a nasty collision with the floor. You hope you don’t sweat on him, and you don’t really notice much until he speaks. How could you be burning up? You’re freezing! “Cold….Sollux I’m cold…” You’re fairly certain your mouth keeps moving and words come out softer and softer until you just stop. You feel like you’re about to pass out when you feel blood drip from your nose. Your mouth is still dry, and your hands are shaking, but you bring your arms up to wrap loosely around his chest anyway. The feeling of his fingers brushing through your dirty hair, over your equally grimy skin, it calms you. The large bruise on your stomach fades from your mind, and you don’t know where it comes from, but before you slip into another coughing fit, you think to yourself that you have no idea what it is about him you could hate. Then the coughing rattled in your empty stomach and beats at the bruise and you feel that same hopelessness. That loss of will to go on living. It consumes you, and you fall victim again to his deadly alluring care.
You scoff lightly at him. The poor idiot.
You scoop him up and carry him bridal style, he’s impossibly light. You take him up the stairs to your respite block, cooing gently at him all the while.
"Let’th get you a bath, how doeth that thound?"
6:49 pm • 15 November 2011 • 14 notes
>Karkat: Be ill.
You are absolutely freezing. You are dripping sweat. Your mouth is dry, nose a bit bloody, hands shaking, breath rumbling and popping in your lungs. You are fairly certain you are sick.
You crawl to the door, cough a few times, and bang the heel of your hand against the metal. A wet cough, then a cry for Sollux echo from your sore throat. You really hope he hears you. He’s good to you when you’re sick.
You’re in your lab, tinkering with things. You have microphones set up around the veil, so that you can monitor your precious pet better. You hear him call for you over your speakers and you look at one of the many screens hung about.
Not that you can see anything. Not yet.
You set your things down and dust off your hands. You go to his closet and open the door, eyes softening. You can smell the sick on him.
"Oh kk," you breath quietly, dropping to your knees. You pull him against you, brushing his hair. "You’re burning up!"
6:34 pm • 15 November 2011 • 14 notes