raequiem

Something smelled fantastic. The aroma hit Karkat like a brick to the face. His brain was frozen on an endless loop of ohmygodwhatisthatohmygodohmygod but his feet were already following the scent down the hall and into the kitchen. John was just pulling a tray out of the oven. "Oh, hey Karkat!" Karkat swallowed. "John. What is that. What are you doing." "What, the cookies?" John reached into a drawer for a spatula and began carefully prying the cookies from the tray. "I'm trying to re-create my Dad's chocolate-chip recipe. You wanna taste-test?" He plopped three cookies onto a plate, and nudged it in Karkat's direction. He could have sa

It's too much, Rose decides. Just too much to bear. It was one thing when she was watching some shitty movie with John, because that at least started out with a bunch of other people crowded around the TV and who cares if some of them got bored and wandered off, it was still a group thing, even when it ended up as just the two of them and it was getting late and she was laying her head on his shoulder and he had his arm around hers, and the credits started to roll and she turned to him to say something but forgot because god his eyes are blue. And then she had to get up get out before she did something monumentally stupid like kiss him no no