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davejadecollab) wrote2012-08-04 11:57 pm
davejadecollab) wrote2012-08-04 11:57 pm
The End
It's been three years since you last saw him, but it feels like much longer.
(Technically speaking, you had Davesprite, and while he is certainly a Dave, he is not your Dave. Not since he returned from a doomed, offshoot timeline, passing the torch to the current Alpha Dave. But that is beside the point at the moment.)
You are the first off the golden ship. John and Davesprite follow shortly after. With the aid of your spacey thing, you propel yourself toward the meteor hovering a hundred or so yards away. It feels a little like falling and flying and jumping all at once. It's a strange feeling, and somehow, oddly familiar. You're certain you've never done this before, though. You write it off as another bout of déjà vu. You've been getting it a lot these days.
You see him standing there, next to Rose, watching as you draw nearer and nearer; a figure encased in red, with a ghost of a smile forming at the corners of his lips. You can't help but smile yourself as you approach. You're so excited; your heart is a supernova, threatening to burst from your chest and—
You blink and he's not there. Something's stopped you, tugging at your hand from behind. The force causes you to turn, and of course, it's none other than Dave, in all his shaded glory, standing (or rather, floating) in the space beside you. He's gotten even better at his flash step in your three year separation, it would seem. Up close, you can see how much he's changed; how much he's grown. Last you saw him, he was a stringy kid, barely two inches taller than you, with piss-poor posture and a personality more awkward than he cared to admit. But now... now he's easily a head taller, with a far more confident stance, and shoulders to boot. Not to mention his jawline. Puberty has been kind to him.
You suppose you've changed, too. What was once all pointy elbows, knobby knees, and boyish lines has been replaced by soft flesh and hipbones. You suppose it's genetic, if Nannasprite is any indication.
He catches you staring, and pulls you ever so slightly closer, with a smirk and a “'Sup, Harley,” and you then understand that underneath it all he is still the exact same Dave, just as you are the exact same Jade. And out of nowhere you find yourself laughing; you're just so genuinely happy to see him, and you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug, punctuated with an, “I missed you so much, Dave!!”
“I missed you, too,” he tells you, returning your embrace. And there, wrapped up in each other's arms, surrounded by your friends and the faintest twinkling outside the Incipisphere, you can't help but feel as if you are exactly where you should be.
<== Back
(Technically speaking, you had Davesprite, and while he is certainly a Dave, he is not your Dave. Not since he returned from a doomed, offshoot timeline, passing the torch to the current Alpha Dave. But that is beside the point at the moment.)
You are the first off the golden ship. John and Davesprite follow shortly after. With the aid of your spacey thing, you propel yourself toward the meteor hovering a hundred or so yards away. It feels a little like falling and flying and jumping all at once. It's a strange feeling, and somehow, oddly familiar. You're certain you've never done this before, though. You write it off as another bout of déjà vu. You've been getting it a lot these days.
You see him standing there, next to Rose, watching as you draw nearer and nearer; a figure encased in red, with a ghost of a smile forming at the corners of his lips. You can't help but smile yourself as you approach. You're so excited; your heart is a supernova, threatening to burst from your chest and—
You blink and he's not there. Something's stopped you, tugging at your hand from behind. The force causes you to turn, and of course, it's none other than Dave, in all his shaded glory, standing (or rather, floating) in the space beside you. He's gotten even better at his flash step in your three year separation, it would seem. Up close, you can see how much he's changed; how much he's grown. Last you saw him, he was a stringy kid, barely two inches taller than you, with piss-poor posture and a personality more awkward than he cared to admit. But now... now he's easily a head taller, with a far more confident stance, and shoulders to boot. Not to mention his jawline. Puberty has been kind to him.
You suppose you've changed, too. What was once all pointy elbows, knobby knees, and boyish lines has been replaced by soft flesh and hipbones. You suppose it's genetic, if Nannasprite is any indication.
He catches you staring, and pulls you ever so slightly closer, with a smirk and a “'Sup, Harley,” and you then understand that underneath it all he is still the exact same Dave, just as you are the exact same Jade. And out of nowhere you find yourself laughing; you're just so genuinely happy to see him, and you throw your arms around his neck and pull him into a hug, punctuated with an, “I missed you so much, Dave!!”
“I missed you, too,” he tells you, returning your embrace. And there, wrapped up in each other's arms, surrounded by your friends and the faintest twinkling outside the Incipisphere, you can't help but feel as if you are exactly where you should be.
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