The Meet And Greet Meme For Characters

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The Meet and Greet Meme
For Characters
 This is the IC version of the The Role Call Meme



[The Rules]

1. Find the thread for the canons/fandoms of your character. If you don't see one, make one!

2. Post with all of your character accounts. Yes, all of them. Throwing in your entire musebox is totally fine in this meme. (Please write down the name and canon/fandom of the character in the subject line, and also if they're canon, AU, crossover or OC, etc.)

3. AU characters are totally OK. Crossover/fusion characters may post at all the fandoms/canons their crossover/fusion is derived from. Fandom OCs may post at their fandom/canon's thread. Original Story/Universe OCs will have their own thread.

4. Tag around all over the place - Canonmates, non-canonmates, everything is OK!

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Kanaya runs her fingers over the stitches, tracing out the familiar clock hands and gears. There's a few frayed threads. Some burns and rips here and there, easily repaired...

But it's here. Dave is here.

I... You...

Words fail. She flings her arms around Dave, so tight that his feet might leave the floor for a moment.

[godofturntablism]

If Kanaya hadn't grabbed him right then, he might have fallen to his knees. He'd thought his entire session was gone, or else displaced, but here in front of him is the last person that he can even remember talking to for any real length of time.

When he gets enough wiggle room, he lays his hands on her face and kisses her forehead, her cheeks and her nose then wraps her in his own tight, almost desperate embrace, like a drowning man clinging to a solid surface after treading water for hours.

if you disappear again i swear to whatever you believe in that ill find you and nail your pretty designer shoes to the ground

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Kanaya's half crying and half laughing at the onslaught of kisses. She hugs back, then brings both her hands to Dave's cheeks.

I Am -

She hiccups, tries again, there's so much roiling together. All that comes out is -

I Am Not Wearing Shoes!

[godofturntablism]

well then i guess ill just have to trust you not to disappear on me now wont i

Dave leans his head to rest his cheek in her hand, his own coming up to lay over it. He wants to thank her for still existing, but all he manages is a shaky little sigh as his forehead comes to rest against her shoulder. His arms slip back around her waist and hold her there as he rocks back and forth in a pseudo slow dance.

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I Have Absolutely Zero Intentions Of Leaving Your Vicinity.

There are whole worlds wrapped up in Dave's sigh. It should be lost in the music but Kanaya still hears it, understands completely. There's a swell of warmth and comfort and... oh dear... Pity. There's absolutely no other descriptive for it, at least from Kanaya's side. And it might be completely one-sided, because (as Karkat is so fond of shouting) Humans don't do Pity. They don't work that way.

Right?

She holds on tight, not sure what to say. Hopefully the song has a few more bars.

[godofturntablism]

Even if humans don't work that way, there's no denying the immense feeling of relief he has just knowing that Kanaya is alive. He cares about her greatly, that much is absolutely certain. It's not exactly quantifiable or nameable, how he feels just now, but it doesn't quite matter to him so much just yet.

When the song ends after a little longer, it takes him a moment to draw away, his hands still resting in the curves of her sides. His forehead leans against hers briefly, until he turns to gesture back in the direction of where they'd left their shoes.

wouldnt want anyone to get the bright idea to walk away with our shoes

[mapsincolor]

Kanaya's learned not to press things. Not to force them into a shape they don't belong in. For now it's just good being able to walk next to Dave, to have a familiar arm in hers. There's a chuckle at his choice of segue.

You'd Have To Pity Them -

The phrase escapes before she has a chance to catch it. Why that word. Why. She hurries on, trying to cover.

Er, I Mean, I-I Certainly Don't Want To Walk In Mine!

[godofturntablism]

Dave's eyebrow quirks up just enough to be seen over the top of his shades but he makes no overt indication that he's caught onto her little slip. He simply keeps his arm around her, shooing someone away from one of the lower, larger seats so that they can settle into it without having to put too much space between themselves.

if my feet werent so proportionate to the rest of my body id say ill walk in em so nobody else can

At least he still sounds casual even as he turns over the implications of the sudden flaring up of not-exactly-platonic feelings.

how are your feet doing now that youve had a break from impractical shoes?

[mapsincolor]

They Are Completely Practical, Kanaya sniffs, There Is Merely A Time Limit On Said Practicality.

She reaches down to rub one of her feet. The ache is present, but lessened.

I Believe I Shall make A Full Recovery. No Need To Alert The Docterrorist!

[godofturntablism]

you sure babe because im pretty sure a case of terminally achy feet is what comes from pinchy shoes
shits inoperable
we could amputate but then youd have to find a zahhak to make you some new ones
possibly some fly-ass chrome shoes on em
or matte black
black goes with every damn thing

As he speaks, Dave casually rubs his thumb into the arch of her foot, looking out across the party. He's pretty sure he did see an Equius at some point, now that he thinks about it. It's not his, that much is certain.

[mapsincolor]

In That Case Perhaps I Should Order Several Sets. I Have Always Been Fond Of The Ruby Pair From -

Before she can rattle off the absurdly long movie title, Dave's taking her foot.

What Are...

Then Dave's fingers are pressing in, patiently working the cramps apart. It's so overtly pale that it takes Kanaya a moment to gather her wits. Human. He's human. He's been around Trolls, but it's possible he intends this gesture as platonic. Either way, it feels wonderful. A contented sigh slips out.

[godofturntablism]

Well, he had thought about offering just this earlier on, before things had starting getting heavy. Now he's just rolling with it as he thinks about the new direction his life has started going. He gives Kanaya a look over the top of his shades, silently wondering if she wants him to stop. But the relaxing of her expression and that little sigh are encouraging, and he turns in his seat to let her foot prop up on his knee while he rubs down the arch with his thumbs. He's not five-star a masseuse by any means, but he's not bad either.

what are you even doing these days anyway
just wandering around being fab wherever you go

[mapsincolor]

It's strange, being taken care of. To have someone fussing over her, instead of the other way around. Strange, but nice. Kanaya closes her eyes for a moment, enjoying the attention in general and at her feet specifically. How has Dave not been snatched up, with talents like this?

At his question, she opens them again.

'Fab' Is A Given. Specifically, Though, I Work For A Conservatory. I Am In Charge Of Designing And Arranging New Installations. The Merging Of Our Worlds Has Resulted In A Fascinating Array Of Plant Species! The Carnivorous Bonsai Are -

Er. Sorry. I'd Best Stop There Before I Begin Waxing Poetic Over Greenery Again.

[godofturntablism]

cant claim to know shit about plants but that sounds like a hell of a time
long as you enjoy it its good in my book

As he talked, Dave popped a couple of Kanaya's toes, his head tilting as he looked down at the only mostly human digits. He switched to the other foot and started the process over again.

[mapsincolor]

Kanaya is inordinately glad she painted her claws this morning. The polish sparkles in the bouncing neon light, casting tiny rainbows over Dave's fingers.

She's staring. How long has she been staring? Are the room's thermal properties rising or is it just her? Sweet Mother Grub say something Maryam!

I Am Most Definitely Enjoying This!

...Anything but THAT!

*ships it to the moon* This is absolutely turning into one of my favorite crack ships.

[godofturntablism]

Still, Dave takes it in stride and gives her a little smile, his hands running up along the back of her leg to her calf. He can't help but admire her, her easy grace and undeniable beauty. He imagined briefly what she might look like on his arm instead of-

Oh.

so uh
have you seen rose
our iteration i mean

It's an easy enough question except for the implications. Had she seen his sister? Even if she had, would it really matter?

Maybe.

Hell yes KanDave SPACETIME SHIPS ROCK

[mapsincolor]

Her eyes widen at the new touch, but even more at the question.

No.

She could stop there, but it's Dave. The words continue their forward march.

I Miss Her Enormously. I Have Occasionally Run Into Roses, But - They Aren't Her. It Is - Like When A Thread Breaks. You Cannot Merely Select A Similar Color And Expect To Continue The Pattern. It Needs To Match..."

Kanaya pulls her feet free, rearranging herself so she can give Dave her hands instead. She runs her thumbs over the backs of his, tracing small circles. It's on her tongue to ask "Why" - Why bring up Rose now? But instead comes -

...Have You?

[godofturntablism]

Dave was nodding at the train of thought concerning other Roses not matching theirs. He'd seen a few around, himself, but none of them were his. He shakes his head when the question is directed back at him, looking down at their hands, his fingers wrapping around hers loosely enough that she can pull away if she wants to.

no
just others that i dont have the balls to go and talk to

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Kanaya looks down at their fingers, then winds them together.

Because It Never Is Her. How Many Times Can You Stand To Break Your Own Heart?

Feeling suddenly brave, she turns her gaze back to Dave. This close, she can see through his glasses.

Even If I Did Find Rose - My Rose, Our Rose, You... You Do Know That... What I Feel For Her Does Not Negate My Emotions For You...

There's a gulp as she realizes what she's confessing to. Or making preludes to, anyway. The next word comes out smaller.

...Correct?

[godofturntablism]

No matter whether he's caught onto her preludes or not, Dave looks her in the eye and even pushes his shades up to rest on his head. He holds her gaze as he brings her hand up to his lips to kiss the knuckles softly.

well i dont know about you but im a little bit in over my head here regarding feelings
you know how things went with terezi
so
hopefully you can forgive me for waffling

[mapsincolor]

There's a peculiar prickling at the back of Kanaya's eyes. Everything's going warm at the gestures, familiar and sweet. Cautiously, she brushes back a few strands of hair which stick out from under Dave's glasses.

I Do.
It Is Just - In My Experience Withholding Sentiment Only Leads To Confusion And Pain.

See: her last attempt at moirallegiance. She doesn't know if Dave ever heard about that. Probably not. If he did, he would be flash-stepping away as fast as possible. The mess with Vriska was such a spectacular failure.

Kanaya wonders if she's even qualified to be anyone's moirail. Ever. She should just stop talking, but oh look, words continue to spill forth.

So.
It Would Not Be Fair To Either Of Us If I Did Not Say Something.
But You Must Not Feel Obligated To Return Any Sentiments Merely Because I Confessed Them!

[godofturntablism]

do i look like im about to just bounce out on you

Honestly, he was too tired to run away from things anymore, even if he was afraid of where they might lead. But he wouldn't have run from Kanaya anyway. He just hoped that she would realize that.

if itll save you any trouble we can just not call it anything and i can take you home with me so we can talk where its quiet
i can order us something to eat
or mix some drinks
whatever you feel like

He didn't really feel the need to assure her that there was nothing lascivious in his intentions.

[mapsincolor]

Good thing. Anyone intending unsolicited lasciviousness towards a Rainbow Drinker would not find their plans going well!

Kanaya smiles, bringing her forehead to Dave's. She understands the offer, both the spoken and unspoken parts.

No, You Do Not.
Especially Since You Threatened To Nail My Shoes To The Floor To Keep Me In Place.
Which, By The Way, I Would Find Most Upsetting!

Nothing needs to be defined immediately. As long as they don't pretend there isn't something. Reaching down for her heels, Kanaya looks back to the dancers.

And... Yes. I Would Like That.
Do You Need To Wait For Your Brother?

I suppose we can call this thread done. If you have other ideas I'd be happy to play along.

[godofturntablism]

come on now im a big boy
got my own car and everything

He stands and offers her his hand, smiling faintly as he does so. He slips his shades down over his eyes again and wiggles his eyebrows at her.

Sounds good! That was fun!

[mapsincolor]

Sweeping up her skirt again (strictly for aesthetics) Kanaya wraps her claws around Dave's hands.

My My, How Could One Resist Such An Invitation?

Briefly, she leans her head against Dave's shoulder, then they walk out. The night air is cool, and there's even a few stars fighting through the glare of city lights.