Dave/Tavros the dead don't have eye colour 0%

	It was funny. Tavros couldn't pinpoint the exact moment that Dave stopped just being his friend and started being his boyfriend. It happened slowly, perhaps first a knowing smirk flashed his way, or a glance over Dave's sunglasses that showed off his red eyes, maybe a bro hug bump with more hug than bump, or one of his mix tapes filled with terrible raps from the late 80s. Tavros didn't know how it had happened, and didn't want to know; all that mattered now was the feeling of Dave's soft hair as he dozed on Tavros' chest. He was still, breathing as steadily as possible so as not to wake Dave up, and stared outside at the shifting landscape.

	Before, the reddish-brown sand dunes of Tavros' land spread out for what seemed like miles, but now large structures broke them up and cut the golden sky like a jigsaw puzzle. They put him on edge, made him remember Sgrub. Made him remember Vriska. He ran his fingers nervously through Dave's hair, committing the feel of every strand of hair on his fingers to memory. Dave stirred. "Sup, Tavbro?" he said lackadaisically. Dave glanced out the window at the dark spires jutting out of the landscape. "Oh," he said.

	Tavros continued to stroke Dave's hair as Tavros stared off into space. He gulped, his throat dry. "Hey. Hey, Tavros, hey," Dave said, sitting up.

	"Look at me," he said. He stared into Tavros' honeyed eyes and took off his glasses. His eyes burned holes in the back of Tavros' thinkpan as he blinked dazedly.

	"Sorry," Tavros' shoulders sagged. "I know I'm not, y'know, cool and all, and-"

	"Shhhh. Just relax," Dave said as he ran a hand under Tavros' shirt and rubbed his firm abs. Dave's hand flitted upwards towards Tavros' chest, brushing against his sensitive sides. Tavros shuddered as the hand reached his nipples. Dave rolled Tavros' nipples between his dexterous fingers, savoring the sighs of pleasure that Tavros emitted while his free hand pulled at Tavros' belt.

	Tavros bit his lip and started to take off Dave's shirt, revealing pale, delicate flesh. Dave undid the troll's pants in time for Tavros to pull the rest of his shirt off.