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Gamzee Makara ([personal profile] bothme) wrote2014-04-04 02:00 am
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Save me from myself

It had gotten too hard to lie to himself anymore; he was a motherfucking wreck. After his therapist transferred out of the state work and into a private practice, he couldn't afford to pay the guy what he was charging, and the idea of starting up a new dialogue with some unknown motherfucker didn't sound appealing to Gamzee at all. He'd done that before, and it was shaky ground for nearly a year with this guy before he started feeling really at peace with letting himself be all of himself around the guy.

But with no therapist, there was no way to get his medication. At least one of the meds was something that had refills for a year - the inhibitors that kept the whispers out and kept the dark motherfucker somewhat controllable in his pan would last long enough, but the rest of it, the shit that knocked him out, the shit that kept his forepan balanced in the meanwhile? That had run out two weeks ago. It was a pretty hard spiral downward after the first week, and this week hadn't even had the courtesy of a spiral. It was straight motherfucking down, in a nosedive of anger and guilt and ungodly memories that bubbled through and trickled into his sponge, reminding him that there was a reason he was alone, and that there was a reason for those motherfucking scars down his face.

Gamzee hadn't called in three days, and only had the presence of mind to talk to his boss the night before locking up to tell him what had been going down five days prior, and asked for a week or two off so he didn't wind up hurting anybody. His boss marked him down for vacation and asked the highblood to find something fast for the sake of his own health.

He hadn't. The idea of doing it all over again, breaking another person under the weight of his fucking problems was too much for him. He should have just been committed again after all. Fucking motherfuck, he wasn't safe.

So that was why he was still in his place, shivering under the cover of a heavy blanket, grinding his teeth and muttering to himself in an argument. Ain't nobody gonna come, Tavros ain't even texted. Who the fuckdo you think you is, tryin' to be all up and savin' yourself? Let go, you spineless motherfuck.Let me do this shit up, you know I got what it motherfuckin' takes to keep you from crackin'. You just be gettin' your rest on, brother, get your shit all bedded down. Let me handle it. You know you tired. Ain't no motherfuckin' thing. Make like Elsa and just let motherfuckin' go.

For once, the ugly motherfucker had a point. He was exhausted. And thus far, the malicious end to him had behaved himself. But shit, he knew it wouldn't take much for him to get started. And then get they-all in trouble. But he was so tired. Just a little bit wouldn't hurt, right?

Right?
 
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
As Gamzee's breakdown had started, Tavros' schedule had grown more and more crowded, keeping him away from home and, more importantly, away from his matesprit for days straight, only giving him time for distracted texts and shortened calls. He'd had to postpone the last couple of game nights over it. He was too tired to be uneasy, and too distracted to really be much of a help where the lack of medication was concerned.

But he did worry. He always worried about Gamzee, whether it was necessary or not. And not hearing anything from him, even those profane, poetic nothings that darker half liked to pour over him at random intervals, was certainly something to worry about. He refrained from sending a message on his way over after he finally checked in at Candy's just to see if Gamzee might still be there when he got off of work, hearing that Gamzee wasn't in at all and wasn't expected to be for a while, simply heading to Gamzee's apartment and only giving the collection of stoop-dwellers a cursory hello in passing before letting himself in. He did have the presence of mind to knock at least after he unlocked the door, peeking inside then easing it shut behind him when he'd stepped in.

"Gamzee...?"
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
Tavros' first instinct at that voice was to bolt right back through the door, but he'd frozen like that proverbial deer in the headlights of a speeding 18-wheeler. His hand was still on the doorknob, clenched down tight and bleeding his knuckles ashen. He forced himself to calm though; it was Gamzee, very obviously that dark part of him that had time and time again confessed his feelings and promised to keep him, the one that he had been getting more and more used to over time and had already assured that he cared about just as much as he did the passive half. He stared back at Gamzee, wrenching his hand away from the door to clamp down around the strap of his work bag instead.

"I'd uh...I'd kind of wanted to see if you might uh. Might want to go get something to eat. Since I have time tonight, I mean. We can stay in though. Leftovers would be just fine."

He wasn't afraid, really. But whenever Gamzee's psyche acted up like this, he had very good reason to be nervous.
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He was sure that Gamzee had to hear his blood pusher starting to hammer against his chest, the closer he got. Tavros' hands tightened down harder on the straps of his bag as he continued to hold the other's gaze, refusing to drop it, almost believing that if he did, he'd be mauled for it. He shivered a little with the finger dragging over his skin.

"I-I-I never said anything about keeping you on a leash," he stammered out, a soft pout pulling on his lips as he leaned his head back just enough to take his jaw away from Gamzee's touch. "I was just...worried. About whether you'd been eating much. Since you're not going to work right now I mean." He made a valiant attempt at ignoring the proposition and how much it sounded like he was about to be used as paint. Which, as Gamzee was right now, felt like a very definite possibility.
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
It almost sounded like the passive side had been purposefully put to sleep, which didn't seem like much of a stretch, when it came to what he knew that this side of Gamzee was capable of. He'd seen hints of it over the time they'd been together, from the first time he'd been rescued in an alley. Tavros bumped his nose against Gamzee's gently and laid his hands over his matesprit's before simply taking them and pulling them down, holding them loosely enough that Gamzee could still pull away if he wanted to.

"Even if we just stayed in and...and did that, I'd still kind of need to be able to walk, you know. I do have work tomorrow after all and I-" he stopped himself from saying that he didn't really want to have to take Gamzee with him, especially like he was now. There was really no telling what might set him off. It was entirely likely that the voodoos would spook the new animals. "I would like to stay in for a while, just in case," he murmured, finally letting his gaze fall.
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavros' eyes narrowed though. The smile wasn't Gamzee's. There was absolutely no warmth to it that he could have always counted on from his matesprit. "Well...it's all I need at least. Just staying inside I mean. Besides, I heard it was supposed to rain and I'm pretty sure I don't feel like getting wet and cold." Tavros was aware that he was waffling and probably losing Gamzee's interest, but it was this, or risking some sort of massacre. He knew that look. That look meant blood.

"Maybe you could come home with me?" he offered quietly, holding onto Gamzee's hands and squeezing down tight. "I'd be able to keep you held down there at least." Being further from the middle of the city had its upsides.
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Gamzee had never taken that tone with him before, and it was simultaneously chilling and it made his hackles start to rise. He stiffened up and narrowed his eyes at Gamzee, lips pursed. "What's good for you isn't good for anyone else. You're not allowed to just...just go out and wreak havoc. This isn't Alternia. It's not safe." He stopped and swallowed when his voice start cracking. He steeled himself, then stepped up to Gamzee and pointed down at the couch. "Sit down. Sit down and talk to me if you need something to do. We can go out and walk and whatever else later but right now, you sit down and stop getting loud with me."
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then we'll find you someone new. Set up phone appointments with the old doctor until we can find a new one that you can talk to. But in the meantime, your taking care of shit is going to have to wait. I know what that means, Gamzee. And I don't want you locked up. I don't want you taken to another ward and strapped down and doped to the fucking lookstubs because you think you have to just go and square away all these people that are acting like assholes. You're better than that." Tavros paced as he talked, one hand tucked up under his arm as the other hand gestured vaguely with his words. He stopped to look back at Gamzee, scowling and rubbing his fingers across his forehead. "There are better ways to take care of yourself and the rest of us than turning everyone that's wronged you into mulch, whether you can see that or not. He can see it, and I was kind of hoping that you might too."
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavros sighed heavily and crouched down in front of Gamzee, reaching up and taking his hands to give him something to hold onto. He looked up at those deep, disturbingly red eyes with a soft frown, brow furrowed as he searched for the right words to try and avert whatever upcoming crisis Gamzee was planning.

"I'm ok now," he murmured, keeping his voice just as low. "I'm healed, and you're healed and if they did hurt someone else, there really isn't much we can do about it. You might still have your blood, but here, it won't excuse you like it would have back home. And even if they were never found, you know they have to have families. Don't bring down a lot of pain on the innocent humans just because a few came up bad."

He sighed and straightened back up, sitting down beside Gamzee instead, still holding onto one of his hands. "At least one half of you-all knows that I'm right. And in any case, I'm not going to live in fear because of a bunch of short-lived pricks with a hardon for picking on people that are different from them, even if they are still right there. And it's not your job to get rid of them anyway. What you want to do, it just cements in everyone else's mind that maybe the guys that are out to get us are right. Don't...don't set yourself up for that.

Besides," he added, "We both know I can take 'em, and so can the rest of us. They're kind of pathetic as far as species go."
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"See the thing is that you don't know that their guardians, or girlfriends or kids or whatever else they might have after living here for this long might think. Maybe their violent streak is hidden from the rest of the people they care about. You don't know what the others are like, not for certain. It's just like...the different blood castes, kind of. You meet a bunch of bluebloods and you think they should all be exactly the same, because you've met this one or two that were really shitty, but then, you really get to know them, and they're all really different and some of them are bad but others are really good, decent people. But you don't know that unless you know them. So just...chill out on this for a little while, ok? At least until you're back on the medication that you already said you know you need. I don't know, but I'm pretty sure, if you go around killing people because they hurt the rest of us, it'll only draw more attention and get us squished by tentacles and things."
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavros' expression tightened, his hand pulling back out of Gamzee's to lay curled on top of his knee, the other hand wrapped around it. "Is that really what you think?" he asked quietly, looking sidelong at Gamzee. "That I'm ignorant? That I don't know what the world is like? Do you even realize how long I've been here?" His tone was obviously angry by now, eyes narrowed at Gamzee once more. He was ignoring the 'scumblood' comment, purely because he knew this Gamzee's speech pattern well enough to know that these things just slipped. "I never said it was about just the hemospectrum and you know that. Don't you dare twist my words to fit your logic. You can judge all you like, but I'm not letting you go out and turn a bunch of idiotic iron-blooded fucks into a pretty crappy mural or whatever you were going to do with them. If you do that, I'll..."

He didn't know what he would do, and he knew that just as well as Gamzee most likely did. He wouldn't threaten to terminate their quadrants, that would more than likely lead to a full break and then everything would spiral down until Gamzee was subdued if he couldn't be killed outright. He didn't want to leave Gamzee alone with his own thoughts either, so threatening to stay away at all felt like the worst idea. So he just let the sentence flap in the wind, his hands wringing around eachother as he tried to push back the ringing in his ears that came with the upsurge of anger, at himself, at Gamzee and the entire situation.

When he spoke up again, it was nearly a whisper, his head hanging. "I just don't want them to take you away from me, that's all."
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 10:29 pm (UTC)(link)
"And that's exactly the kind of thing that's gonna make them lock you back up. You thinking it's necessary to make yourself the enforcer here. The cops around here know you, Gamzee. Even if you do do something that those people can't be found, you'll immediately be a suspect because of who you are. Yeah, it might be considered profiling, but that's how things work now. You're not in charge of culling the ignorant minority. And that's what they are, you know. A minority. The good people and the ones that want to keep us all safe, they far outnumber the number of Priders, and we're still tougher than them. That's why they need to get into gangs to hurt us. And you already said it yourself, we have Bro lobbying for us, and you know there are other Guardians around here. I happen to know that Cass? His Guardian is right here in town, and he's alright." Shrugging some, Tavros pulled his legs up in front of him, his arms crossed and sandwiched between his thighs and his chest. He glanced up at Gamzee as he milled about the apartment, then rested his cheek against his knees. "Gamzee, this crusade of yours isn't going to help anything. You can't take all of them out, and you can't intimidate them all into silence. That's not how people work."
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'm not asking you to just look the other way and pretend they're not there," Tavros sighed, frowning back at Gamzee but looking straight back at him. "I'm asking you to be the bigger person here. They'll get what's coming to them, you just have to be patient. And going off half-cocked to exact revenge on these guys and everyone else that might hurt us is probably a little better than they deserve anyway. It'd be a waste of time to waste real, righteous anger on them. You already scared them after they stabbed you so I doubt they're going to try that again to you or me, just because of the intimidation factor. And don't think that I'm not grateful for what you did in the first place. Because I am. I'm glad you found me and made sure the worst of it was a broken horn. I just don't think it's worth it, especially for this one group. The last I heard, a couple of them were still locked up anyway, after someone decided they should probably go to the cops too. Anyway, if everything goes right, I doubt the death penalty would be far behind and then you wouldn't even have to get your hands dirty in the first place. Better to just keep an eye out like you always do, and keep your job and your life, than risk being put in an even smaller box with less friendly people over a few people that take it upon themselves to be judge, jury and executioner." He gave Gamzee a pointed look at that, then stood up, shouldering his bag and starting toward the door. "Now are you coming with me or not?"
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[personal profile] adiostorero 2014-04-04 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Tavros leaned his head forward against Gamzee's shoulder briefly, huffing and wrapping his arms loosely around the other's waist. "Maybe we can figure out what to do about your meds while we're out. That way you don't have to worry about whatever else is going on in your pan." He was starting to hope that this side of Gamzee would only occupy the forefront of his mind for a little while, but the longer he talked and the stronger Tavros realized he was, he was starting to doubt that he would see the gentler side again. And that frightened him almost as much than the possibility of Gamzee getting taken away entirely. He was still angry, but he also realized that there was no good in getting mad at any of this when so far, Gamzee had behaved himself.

When they headed out into the dim cloudy evening, Tavros almost had to make himself hold Gamzee's hand, keep a sharp eye out for anyone that Gamzee might set his sights on. The sooner they were able to find a way to get Gamzee back on the medication he needed, the less they would have to worry about everything else that would come with a complete mental break.

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