Third Person: Was he waking up or was this the beginning of a dream? Gamzee didn’t know, but after a moment of trying to figure it out, he decided that it really didn’t matter. It probably just was a dream, and he had fallen asleep on his horn pile again. That wouldn’t be surprising at all. He just hoped that he wasn’t supposed to be doing anything right now. He would probably wake up to a bunch of messages on Trollian, but oh well.
The more important part thing to do right now was to get an idea of where he was. After a quick scan of the room, he could see that he was in something moving, and he was alone. From the windows he could see it was close to nightfall, but then puffs of fog appeared and prevented him from seeing anything else outside of the windows. What a strange thing to dream about! There wasn’t even any faygo or horns in this dream. Actually, it was truly unlike anything he usually dreamt about.
Wait. What if this really wasn’t a motherfuckin dream? Gamzee was sure that was possible, although he didn’t know how. Surely if his mirthful messiahs willed it, he could wake up anywhere. Miracles, man. Suddenly, he could feel it. It was a strange feeling, like something else was there in the moving room with him. This really was a miracle, then. Without giving it a second thought, he attributed that presence to something greater than himself. If it was anything else, he really didn’t want to know it.
Something else overcame him, yet another thing Gamzee did not know how to explain. It was something that convinced him to readily step out of the moving room when it stopped, out into the unknown. It felt right, so he went with it. He had no idea what lied ahead, but in his heart he could tell there was no reason to be afraid. So he wasn’t.
Re: Gamzee Makara || Homestuck || Reserved
Was he waking up or was this the beginning of a dream? Gamzee didn’t know, but after a moment of trying to figure it out, he decided that it really didn’t matter. It probably just was a dream, and he had fallen asleep on his horn pile again. That wouldn’t be surprising at all. He just hoped that he wasn’t supposed to be doing anything right now. He would probably wake up to a bunch of messages on Trollian, but oh well.
The more important part thing to do right now was to get an idea of where he was. After a quick scan of the room, he could see that he was in something moving, and he was alone. From the windows he could see it was close to nightfall, but then puffs of fog appeared and prevented him from seeing anything else outside of the windows. What a strange thing to dream about! There wasn’t even any faygo or horns in this dream. Actually, it was truly unlike anything he usually dreamt about.
Wait. What if this really wasn’t a motherfuckin dream? Gamzee was sure that was possible, although he didn’t know how. Surely if his mirthful messiahs willed it, he could wake up anywhere. Miracles, man. Suddenly, he could feel it. It was a strange feeling, like something else was there in the moving room with him. This really was a miracle, then. Without giving it a second thought, he attributed that presence to something greater than himself. If it was anything else, he really didn’t want to know it.
Something else overcame him, yet another thing Gamzee did not know how to explain. It was something that convinced him to readily step out of the moving room when it stopped, out into the unknown. It felt right, so he went with it. He had no idea what lied ahead, but in his heart he could tell there was no reason to be afraid. So he wasn’t.