Prompt: Blood and Curses. A drabble because I'm lazy.

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Karkat's blood...is like a curse mark.

It hurts when he thinks about it, talks about it, worries about it. It stings when he gets a cut on one of his arms and it slowly travels out of the wound. When it meets his eyes.

It hurts when both his lowblood and highblood friends brag about their blood and he's just silent through it all. It doesn't feel good when he's the only one with blood too low and yet too bright.

That's why he'll keep unto his lumpy sweater. It can shield both others and himself from the "curse."

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