long time no see king karkat and archerknightperson equius
Reblogging again because gdi I ended up writing something for this. It’s short, it’s sappy, but hell. It’s the first thing I’ve written in ages. God bless you Sukka and your beautiful Equikat. Plz never stop fuelling my OTP.
“It’s raining.”
His voice, normally deep and low, filled with reverence and longing, is soft; it almost trembles, like a downy feather in the breeze. He shivers, his arms tightening around the precious person he held like glass. Even the tightening of his hold was careful, steady, controlled; one false move and his beloved king could shatter into a million fragments, sharp and angry at his foolishness. The king – so small compared to the Knight that held him – grumbled, his regular temper dulled by the chilly precipitation and the warm arms. His cloak, heavy with moisture, spilled from his shoulders in a sodden mass, spreading the cloying damp across the King’s bare back. His skin prickled as the falling rain spattered across his skin, sending him closer into the Knight’s chest. “My Lord-“ Clamping a hand over his Knight’s mouth, the King scowled, knocking their foreheads together. He shook his head, shivering. A low rumble of annoyed compliance slipped through the King’s fingers, heavy and moist. The King swallowed, frowning at his Knight, at his defiance and disobedience. His Knight was scowling back, irritated but silent, simply breathing underneath him. A living mountain of armour, between his thighs and around his back, supporting him and surrounding him, and he simply stood there and breathed, staring up at the King. Long moments pass, the King’s hands moving from mouth to jaw to ear, to twine around his Knight’s long hair. His breath, free from the King’s cage, puffs into the air, small clouds dissipating and vanishing into the moisture rich air. Trying again, the Knight took a breath; the King’s frown returned, minutely, a small crease between his brows. His face was flushing, slowly filling with the soft red-pink that his Knight loved and hated so much. “My Lord…my King…Your clothes, it is raining. We should-“
“Shut up a second, alright. Don’t ruin this with your talk of lords and what we should and shouldn’t do.” the King growled, quiet, no usual icy venom in his tone. His eyes opened slowly, meeting the blue gaze of his Knight. “What we should be doing is shutting up and standing in the rain like a pair of loved up fools, got it?” A slow nod, a spreading blush of blue; his Knight understood. While it worried him to be falling for such a person – not only his attitude, but his status, he was far higher than him, even with such a temper, and a tongue like a whip rack – the Knight still knew he wouldn’t move from this spot until his King told him to. They remained together, foreheads touching, gaze centred firmly on one another, the rain seeping through their skin. They remained long after the king began to shiver, after his Knight caved and wrapped him firmly in his sodden cloak, carrying him home, his arms curled around him like the safest cradle in the world. And long after they were in the warm and dry, they remained in that moment of beautiful time, where nothing existed but them and the rain.
OHHHHHHHH, OHHHH myomygoSH oaoaoa aaaa..
SPEECHLESS. THIS… HTdfhh hufFF HUFF
ohH MY gfOD WARJELKFADKAJGAT
noilovethesepicturessomuchandnowAAAAAH