Reset

Fanart for the Fanfiction Reset: [link]
This is a scene from the 4th chapter that I just LOVED so damn much. It made me gasp and like UNF PANG in my chest ughsegihasrng bluhhhh
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Hopefully I did it some justice, but I'm not quite sure haha. <333
Sooo, I guess I will just paste this little part in? Why not...
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“This isn’t any of your weirdo ‘all dis be inevitable’ quantum-time-crap, is it?” Karkat asked impatiently. She only chuckled softly, and pointed westward.

“Look up, over there.” She said, Karkat followed her finger. “Do you see it?” she asked. Karkat narrowed his eyes, staring into a dully illuminated patched of sky. He saw a silhouette, whipping around in the distance, then stopping and floating.

“Is that a bird?” He asked, a little at a loss for words. These were the hazards of hanging around with Aradia, weird shit was just drawn to her like she was some kind of freak magnet.

“Nope.” She replied.

“Well I’m not asking if it’s a fucking plane, if it ain’t Superman.” Karkat sneered. She sighed, sounding at least dimly amused. Karkat continued to watch the distant shape, watching it spin, and turn, come closer. The closer it got, the more human it seemed to grow.

“The fuck is that?” He asked.

“I’ve no idea.” Aradia smiled, very faintly, “Though I’ve feeling we’ll find out soon.” She sort of held his wrist for a moment. “Goodnight Karkat.” She said, in practically a whisper, then turned on her heel and left.

A flash of anger, and frustration, “I fucking hate your weirdo cryptic bullshit!” He practically screamed after her. She didn’t even turn around, and he wished he had something to throw.

He stood rooted to the spot for a while, watching the silhouette dance around in the sky. It was almost enticing – hypnotising – begging him to come play with it. Like he was Wendy and the figure was Peter Pan. Or a less faggy simile.

In the end, he just kind of... ran. Ran back to his apartment, churning up a butt load of explanations – it was just a plastic bag, it was just a balloon, fuck what Aradia said, it was just a bird or something. He was over tired. He was seeing things. He’d been hanging round Travis too much, because he was seeing fucking fairies, or whatever the fuck that thing was supposed to be.