silverpole

One morning - they're not sure what the times are anymore, but the Knight and Maid are at least keeping them to a regular schedule - Karkat enters his respite block and finds a girl sitting on his bed. She seems to have been waiting a while, since she has a book for sketching balanced on her knees. Her glasses have fallen down to the tip of her nose. When she hears him enter, she captchalogues the book and pencil, and pushes her glasses up. She stares at him evenly through them. It's not an expression he's used to seeing on her, and it unnerves him. Finally, she speaks. "Karkat, teach me about trolls. Pleeeease?" her cool demeanor slips at t

There's a little black cloud It follows me around. And it rains down pain That little black cloud. It's a quick litle thing That little black cloud. When I run away It chases me down. But the thing that I've learned About that little black cloud Is that it doesn't like love When it's hanging around. So when you see me down And that cloud is hanging around Just give me a hug And it's nowhere to be found.

Nepeta blinked, and sat up. Her brain felt fuzzy. She shook her head, and wiped her eyes. Dimly, she registered an astounding lack of pain. From the beating she'd recieved, she was surprised to be waking up at all. She looked around herself blearily. She could see the sky. It was a pale blue, and it seemed to go on forever. Everything was bright. Feeling around on the ground around her, her left hand closed on something solid. She lifted it up to her face, still feeling dizzy and disoriented. They were shades. Broken ones. Nepeta narrowed her eyes in concentration. They were important, somehow. Equius! She jolted, eyes widening as memories